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Post by kailee on Dec 7, 2007 11:05:26 GMT -5
Kailee walked into her classroom, setting down her things and taking her usual seat on the front of her desk. She had not been out and around the castle much in recent days. Her time had been spent mostly on other tasks... Her mind in other places... Including of course the events that had transpired in her classroom.
There were only a few plausible explanations, none of which made sense for students so young and each hypothetical stone that she attempted to overturn only opened up more questions. Without any one to call on for counsel, she simply poured it all over in her mind until her next course. She had decided a few minutes after the last student left the first class that she would try to be more aware and attuned.
She turned to the board and waved her hand a bit. The phrase Did you do your homework? appeared on the board in her whispy, wavy handwriting and then, below it in larger print Ancient Egypt, Part 1 appeared.
And so, as rain fell on the window panes of her classroom, she waited for students to arrive.
OOC: I will try to allow more time for people to arrive for class than last time. If I do start without you, I completely the "not paying attention," "hiding in the corner," "was here the whole time" cop out posts. ;D
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Dec 12, 2007 20:35:24 GMT -5
Wandering through the halls, he held his side gingerly. Going down any set of stairs always seemed to be worse than climbing them, and travelling up and down many in order to weave his way from the fourth to the second floor had by no means aided his relatively weak condition. He had been out of the infirmary for a week or so now and decided that he could neither wait much longer to return to classes, nor would his restlessness allow such a thing. Finally traipsing down the correct corridor, he entered the History of Magic classroom and found that his premature departure from the common room had served to make him the first to arrive.
The day, so far, had provided only an overcast outlook and drizzles of rain. Giving a ghost of a smile to the professor, he chose a seat near the front of the classroom, laid his bag on top of it, and noted what was written on the board. Homework. Of course, with the death of his foster father, the ensuing inability to do anything after being attacked, as well as being attacked a second time on school grounds, History of Magic homework had been the last thing on his mind. Still, his outlook was positive, and he would not sulk in the back of class any longer. This was his first class back, and he was determined to make use of the time.
“Professor Faye…” he began quietly, ensuring his voice could still be heard by her. “Unfortunate circumstances prevented me from completing any homework. I can catch up on it tonight, though,” he added softly, assuming he would have weeks of assignments to catch up on in the next few days. He was not looking forward to it, especially given the significantly worse spell casting abilities he held after the second attack. As he thought of his numerous failed attempts at magic over the past few days, he gained a slight ache in his head and finally slipped into his seat, rubbing his head lightly with one hand.
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Post by mallan on Dec 19, 2007 3:57:03 GMT -5
Mallan had gotten up early this morning so that he could have a few hours in the library before he had to go to any of his classes. He spent the first few hours in the library researching wands and their special properties; curious about his own wand and the lotus that D'rorah had pointed out. He was hoping to find more specific information than what she had given him but was coming to nothing more. Putting the books away he decided he should go ahead and leave for the History of Magic class. He was just beginning to figure out the general layout of the castle. There was still a lot he knew he did not know but he also knew that would come in time. Wandering along the outer hallways he noticed the rain and the overcast clouds outside. The rain was alright in his book, he rather liked it in certain circumstances, but gray overcast clouds always seem to pull his mood down just a bit. He was feeling less energetic and less excited about his next class as he reached the History of Magic Classroom.
He walked in to find only Professor Faye and another student in the classroom. He couldn't recall the students name but he knew he'd seem him walking around. Mallan walked past the other student and up to Professor Faye placing himself so that he was slightly facing the lone student in his seat.
(Talking quietly so the student couldn't easily eavesdrop) Hello Professor Faye. I'm Mallan Baine. I'm fairly new to the school and almost completely new to magic and just wanted to inform you so that you had a heads up on why I'm not as knowledgable as some of the other students. (Looking towards the student as if talking about him, Mallan continued talking to the teacher in hopes that when he sat back down the other student would start the conversation saving Mallan the anxiety of talking first) Though, I have been researching a few things in the library on my free time so I shouldn't be behind for too long. I hope you'll forgive my lack of knowledge on your fascinating topic of Ancient Egypt.
Mallan waited for Professor Faye's reply before sitting down in the desk next to the lone student. He then pulled out is notebook and pencil from his brown leather book bag and began idly sketching a willow tree in the middle of a downpour of rain with a mountain in the background. Mallan waited and hoped that the student would start a conversation. After a few moments of silence Mallan noticed the students pained expression and sympathy overcame Mallan's social anxiety.
(Mallan turns towards the student and puts on a friendly, sympathetic smile) Hi there, I'm Mallan Baine.
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Kerridon Paradox
Ravenclaw
[blue]6th Year Ravenclaw[/blue]
One loss locked me in the heart of misery... but you had the key to set me free
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Post by Kerridon Paradox on Dec 19, 2007 4:34:58 GMT -5
Kerridon walked swiftly down the corridor to the History of Magic classroom. He had been up late last night, having had a nightmare and journeyed up to the Astronomy Tower. There he had met Zane Bishop, a Slytherin the same age as him, and had had a rather interesting conversation with him on a variety of topics. He was slightly surprised to see that the classroom was comparatively empty so far, even though it must be time for the lesson to start now. He may find his classes intriguing, but Kerridon was never so over-enthusiastic to arrive to his lessons more than five minutes early. Today, he could be nothing more than two minutes early.
The teacher was at the front of the class, and Kerridon was happy to see that they would be studying Ancient Egypt, a topic he was very interested in and had requested to learn. Walking up, he handed her a page of neat handwriting that was his homework, nodded a hello and sat down in a seat at the front. A student he hadn't seen before, around his age, was sitting next to Dylan and attempting to engage the Ravenclaw in conversation. Having heard the rumours about why Dylan had been out of class recently, Kerridon wasn't surprised at the immediate lack of response.
((Sorry if that counts as godmodding!))
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Post by aimee on Dec 21, 2007 15:43:22 GMT -5
Aimee wondered down the hallway, allowing her feet to lead her to History of Magic and looking distractedly outside at the lazy rainy day. A day like this, Aimee thought, everyone should be allowed to be lazy and in bed.. Resisting the temptation of skipping class and going back to her dorm room, Aimee finally reached the classroom.
"Hello Professor," she said acting like she didn't see the note about homework on the board. It's not that she didn't want to do the homework, it was that she didn't want to do it and the quidditch pitch was calling her name. There was, in Aimee's mind, no way to get around going to the pitch to get in a little flying practice.
Nodding a hello to Dylan, she walked over to the middle seat of the row of chairs farthest from the door. She looked around the room and her eyes fell on two boys she didn't know. One of them she had seen in her common room, she thought he was a year or two above her but she wasn't sure.
The other boy, she had no idea who he was. From his robes, he was obviously a Ravenclaw. Other than that she had no idea who he was. Always willing to make conversation and new friends Aimee said, to any one that would answer, "Gloomy weather today. No chance of getting any flying in today I suppose."
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Post by mallan on Dec 21, 2007 16:22:21 GMT -5
Noticing another boy his age walk into the classroom Mallan let his eyes follow curiously while still facing the distressed looking boy sitting next to him. The newcomer didn't say much as he went up to the teacher, handed her his papers, and sat down. So Mallan let him slip from his awareness pulling his eyes back to the boy next to him.
Shortly after the newcomer came another student walked in; this time a girl. He thought for a moment and could vaguely remember her from his common room. He continued watching her as she said a hello to the professor but as she continued walking past he did not crane his neck to follow but instead let her leave his vision. She was only choosing a seat after all.
A few moments later he heard her say, "Gloomy weather today. No chance of getting any flying in today I suppose." Mallan waited a few more moments and realizing that no one had responded yet turned in his seat, looked out the window to take a glance at the weather and back to the girl and replied,
Hmm... I suppose not. (Pulling his mouth tight to the right side in a shrugging manner) I have not even been flying yet. Must be overwhelmingly awesome I imagine. You applying for a quidditch position? (Forgetting that he did not introduce himself he added a split moment later) Oh, by the way, my names' Mallan. (Mallan smiles) Mallan Baine.
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Post by aimee on Dec 21, 2007 17:11:41 GMT -5
After a few moments of silence Aimee was willing to admit her defeat of trying to make conversation. She pulled out a few peices of parchment and dabbed her quill into her bottle of ink. When she heard the Gryffindor boy respond she looked back up and smiled. She sat her quill down as she listened to him.
"You've never been flying?" She asked, very surprised. Aimee had never met someone her age (besides muggles) that hadn't ever flown, "It is an awesome feeling. I'm trying for a beater postion." Aimee answered, her imagination already forming pictures of her and the Gryffindor team winning the Quidditch cup. As she images played out in her head she finished heading her parchment with what the class was going to be about today.
"I'm Aimee Miller," She introduced herself to Mallan, "I'm a fifth year. You?" She tried to encourage the conversation and hoped that the two other boys would join in. However, from the look of pain on Dylan's face and the fact that he was rubbing his head, she figured he would probably stray away from anything that required noise.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Dec 21, 2007 19:44:30 GMT -5
D'rorah strode in quietly, making her way to the seat directly beside Dylan. "Good day Professor Faye," she greeted simply. She nodded politely to Kerridon and Mallan before taking her seat. Noticing the topic of Ancient Egypt on the board, she nodded to herself. She enjoyed history, and Egypt certainly abounded with a rich and fascinating history. Without any pomp or preamble, she removed her homework from her satchel and placed it on the table before her. She glanced over at Dylan, knowing he had not had time to do his own homework. Of course, she was thankful that he was allowing himself a bit of rest, rather than staying up all night to do homework and research as she did.
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Post by mallan on Dec 22, 2007 2:07:08 GMT -5
He imagined himself playing quidditch as he shifted in his desk so that facing Aimee would be more comfortable. At the moment it was hard to believe but he knew he could do it. Quidditch still seemed exciting; more exciting than any of the sports he’s participated in, though fencing would come close he was sure. Mallan was a little embarrassed at how surprised Aimee was that he didn’t know how to fly. Though that only pushed his desire to learn. He would have to ask if she minded teaching him.
I’m a sixth year though I’m not as advanced as a sixth year. (He didn’t want to actually reveal that he knew almost nothing) I actually just arrived at Hogwarts a couple of days ago. (Trying to explain enough that she wouldn’t pursue the topic) It’s true; I’ve never been flying with a broom. I have heard, and read up, about quidditch. It sounds thrilling. I love most sports and from the positions I know of, I think I would like being either a seeker or a keeper. So you must be fairly skilled with a broom if you are trying out. Think you could teach me a few moves? Actually I guess I should not get ahead of myself and start with basics. Would you mind teaching me how to use a broom? Not today it seems, but another? (A smile grew on Mallan’s face the more he talked about quidditch. It did seem rather awesome!) How often do you have the chance to play?
Mallan, seeing Aimee look at the boy next to him turned to regard his neighbor again though deciding to leave him at peace and let him talk when he was ready. Mallan wished he knew him and could just invite him to go do some guy thing but there was no way that he could; it just wasn’t him. As he had his head turned, Dee walked in and nodded at the newcomer boy and himself. At the moment he only smiled at Dee’s nod as it would have been rude to fully ignore Aimee’s conversation and start a new one with Dee. When she sat down next to his neighbor he concluded that Dee probably knew his neighbor and so would have to ask her about the boy later on. But in the meantime he had another conversation to attend...
(Mallan turned back to face Aimee and smiled)
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Post by aimee on Dec 22, 2007 19:52:56 GMT -5
As Mallan moved his desk to face her, Aimee's thoughts came slowly back to the ground, almost quite literally. She smiled as he explained a bit of why he had never flown on a broom even though he was a sixth year.
"I'm not fantastic, but I do know some things." She said at his comment of her being skilled on a broom. Aimee had gotten better at flying over the summer,so she hesitated at first when Mallan asked if she would teach him to fly. What would it hurt? She thought as she remembered times when she tried to play teacher, It's not like I'm going to curse him on accident since I wouldn't have a wand in my hand! .
"Sure, I'll try and teach you a few things. I'm not going to make any promises though"She laughed, "I'm a horrible teacher."As she was talking another student coma in, said hello to the professor and took a seat beside Dylan. Aimee recognized her as the Ravenclaw prefect but, they had never been introduced.
"How about tomorrow morning? I was planning on getting up early anyway that way I coud get in a few hours. don't have a chance to get down to the pitch very often." Aimee finished
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Dec 23, 2007 4:25:43 GMT -5
Dully noting the entrance of another student, Dylan pertinently kept his eyes averted, not wishing to make any sort of contact with another at the moment. He would show up to classes, would attempt to absorb the information, but he was past trusting or getting to know anyone any further. He retrieved the necessary objects from within his satchel and, following that, set the backpack in question onto the floor beside his seat. Noticing that the unknown boy took the seat beside him, he expected he would soon make some sort of comment that was intended for Dylan’s ears.
He was not disappointed. Flicking his eyes up, he surveyed the boy more intently. His voice, for one, sounded nothing like that of his attackers. He’d also clearly never met this boy before, and his attacker had seemed to know him, or at least of him, and given the parts of the conversation he had just tuned into, this boy was new to the school. Dismissing him quite completely from his list of suspects, he decided that being rude was not part of his plan, either. “Dylan,” he replied quietly, attempting to produce a smile and coming up with a mere shadow of what he could achieve.
Now facing the boy, he saw Kerridon enter the classroom. Surveying him intently but showing nothing of it in his expression, he flicked his eyes back to Mallan. “You’re new?” he questioned lightly, heading up the topic for today’s lesson on a fresh piece of parchment, his quill leaving behind a trail of jet black ink in the form of words. Raising his gaze once more and turning his thoughts away from the lesson at hand, he saw Aimee come next through the doorway. Seeing clearly the nod she directed toward him, he didn’t bother to return it. Nodding, for Dylan, was not a wise move these days. Hearing the comment she tossed into the classroom, he also didn’t bother to reply. Small talk was not something he did voluntarily as of late, but he saw a slight need to at least make conversation with Mallan. The more he knew about everyone in this school, the smaller he could make his list of suspects.
Even the taken up topic of Quidditch didn’t manage to create a smile out of him, but the arrival of D’rorah most certainly did. It was small and most probably barely noticeable to anyone other than her, but it was there nevertheless. Meeting her eye as she glanced toward him, he offered her his smile. It would serve no good to have her worry about his condition in classes; in fact, he couldn’t find anything less productive, especially when he really was quite fine with being here.
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Post by wynne on Dec 23, 2007 21:08:13 GMT -5
Blaire came bouncing down the corridor, unusually happy about the rain outside. She had her book bag slung over her shoulder, unaware that a quill was sticking out. Luckily enough, it didn't fall out. Coming in the room, she was very surprised that it wasn't even halfway full. There was six people, including the professor. "Good day, Professor!"
Spotting Aimee all the way across the room, in the middle of a conversation with a boy Blaire didn't recognize. She walked over to her distant cousin and took the seat directly in front of her, "Hey Aimee." Then overhearing what the two were talking about, she tried to stop herself but Blaire blurted out, "Um, you might not want to have Aims here teach you anything...and if you do, you're a brave person." Then adding just in case and laughing, "Sorry Aimee, but it's true."
Blaire turned her attention back to her book bag and pulled out the quill that had almost fell out. She also tok out a roll of parchment and quickly scribbled her name at the top.
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Post by aimee on Dec 24, 2007 15:02:42 GMT -5
Blaire came walking into the classroom, practically bouncing. She greeted the professor and then turned to Aimee to say hello. “ Let me guess…you plan on recruiting some one to go outside and dance in the rain with you right?” Aimee smirked and turned back to the conversation between her and Mallan.
"Why thank you Blaire. I'm so happy you have faith in my teaching skills." Aimee turned to Blaire trying to look all mad, but cracking up in the middle of her sentance, "Yeah, I know it's true but you don't have to go and scare people." Aimee turned back to Mallan an said, "This is Blaire Paisley. She's insane, don't pay her any mind." Then turning back to Blaire she said, "This is Mallan Baine, he's new."
Aimee absentmindedly dipped her quill back into her ink well and started to doodle on the spare piece of parchment she had gotten out of her bag earlier.
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Post by mallan on Dec 25, 2007 3:26:52 GMT -5
Sure that Aimee was merely being modest in saying that she was not fantastic, he awaited her acceptance to teach him. Mallan was glad to hear that she accepted being his teacher. Being someone who is quick to trust and believe, he was sure again that she was only being modest in saying that she was a horrible teacher. After all, showing that you are not good at something is wisdom in knowing that you can always improve, right?
I don’t believe I have any pressing matters to attend so tomorrow morning sounds wonderful. I appreciate your willingness. I look forward to your instruction.
Mallan smiled at Aimee and turned his head to face his neighbor at hearing his neighbor speak up during the moment of silence after Mallan’s response to Aimee. Upon hearing the introduction that Mallan’s neighbor suddenly relinquished, revealing himself as Dylan, Mallan sensed a questioning unease. When he first saw Dylan he did not notice it but now, through Dylan’s posture, eyes, and voice Mallan could see it. Curiosity began to linger in the back of Mallan’s mind but he could not bring it forth for it would be too prying and may just cause Dylan more unease; which was contrary to what he was attempting to do. As Dylan smiled, however faint it was, it relieved a bit of Mallan’s own unease caused from Mallan’s sympathy for the boy. Whatever happened to this boy was something to not only cause a damper on Dylan’s day but it seemed to affect his soul as well. Not quite sure why, but Mallan felt that he could trust this fellow young man or maybe that this fellow young man needed to trust him.
Noticing Dylan pull out a piece of paper, and begin heading it as he inquired, Mallan decided he should do the same. He did not want to find himself looking the fool in a classroom in which he was already behind in. Mallan was about to respond to Dylan when a girl who he did not notice walk in, say hello to the professor, and sit next to Aimee, regarded him. He chuckled at the girls jovial quarral before deciding that he should take care of his opportunity over the other students in holding Dylan’s awareness so he had to quickly respond to Aimee and Blaire. Mallan, already having agreed to Aimee's instructions, did not want to make himself look fickle nor did he want to make Aimee feel bad by recalling his excited acceptance of her instruction. So he merely stated…
Brave you say? Well… I like to think so. (He says as he brandishes a grin) I think Aimee will do wonderfully. (Adding a small crookedness to his grin for Aimee and only for a moment) Insanity can be a power all its own as well, though rare, and anyhow… it’s always fun. It was a pleasure to meet you Blaire, perhaps I'll have the opportunity of your company in the future, but you ladies will have to pardon me for a moment.
Returning back to face Dylan, Mallan wastes no time in responding.
Sorry. Yeah, I’m new. I’ve only been at Hogwarts a few days now (thinking that he needed to show some trust he added) and have actually only been practicing magic since I’ve been here. Some of the spells I’m picking up rather quickly (thinking to himself a bit proudly… “Actually, more than I thought…”) but there are a few spells that are causing some issues. (Mallan shrugs as if it should be expected that he not pick up some spells as quickly) Doesn’t seem to be a problem though with how many people are willing to help me out. This place makes me feel welcomed, but over that, makes me feel like I’m not lost. Only problem is that the people I’ve met don’t seem to be into sports that much. (Thinking for a moment before responding) Though… they have all been girls. (He chuckles, with an expression stating that he knows Dylan would agree that girls are not as into sports as guys, and then moves on) I miss having a good game. Well, there is quidditch, but I haven’t even flown a broom yet so I doubt I would do well at that. (With a hopeful expression Mallan asks...) What sports do you like?
Leaving the question open ended in the hopes that Dylan would not give a quick one word answer, Mallan awaits Dylan's response with an expression showing that Dylan has Mallan's full attention and hope.
((I hope none of this was god-modding. I was just trying to fit the threefold conversations all together.))
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Dec 25, 2007 11:49:46 GMT -5
D'rorah glanced over as Mallan and Dylan spoke with one another, her attention momentarily diverted from her own notes. After a moment, she returned her attention the sheaves of parchment before her, waiting for the class to begin and for the Professor to collect the homework assignments. Her own paper was the maximum required length, though her handwriting seemed rather small in order to accomodate all of the information she had managed to fit in. True enough, the assigned homework had asked for the students' opinions of whether magic was an internal or external force, but D'rorah of course felt the need to support her claims with evidence. Her conclusion, after studying the matter objectively using the materials available in the library was that magic was indeed an external power that only certain magical beings had the ability to access. As per usual for her, it was excellently researched and included an additional bibliography page behind it to credit the sources she had turned to for supporting information. She had rather wished while writing the page that she would have had more room in which to discuss the intricate issue. The simple truth was that the matter really was not simple at all. One would find it just as easy to make the argument from the other side of the spectrum. Realizing this, she had picked the side she wished to advocate for early on so that her research would have direction.
After a moment of watching Mallan and Dylan, she returned her attention to her notes, keeping an ear open for anything interesting that might come of their conversation.
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