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Post by tori on Jan 12, 2008 5:21:17 GMT -5
When Mallan entered the classroom Tori had the urge to wave him over to the seat next to her but decided to wait and see what transpired. He seemed to have a bit of trouble deciding where to sit and she was always eager to meet her fellow Gryffindors. She smiled at his question of one person per row. She hadn’t realized how strange it must have looked until he pointed it out.
We’re all just anti-social it seems. Well, I’m not but I don’t enjoy sitting in the front. I’m not studious enough to appreciate or need a front-row seat.
She watched in amusement as Professor Lochrest greeted both Mallan and Caitlin with a smile and a friendly greeting. He had already made a good impression and her opinion of him improved even more when she saw that his cheerful attitude did not waver and he seem to treat each student with equal respect. Noticing that Caitlin also opted for Muggle paper she couldn’t help but smile in understanding. Of course, sitting behind everyone no one noticed but she didn’t mind. She did acknowledge Cavan’s nod and returned the favor.
In the end, Mallan sat next to Caitlin and his comment about the professor was one Tori had to agree with. She actually found herself looking forward to class beginning.
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Post by ian on Jan 12, 2008 10:00:11 GMT -5
Attendance was growing nicely, and Ian was starting to get excited. A consummate optimist, he was well pleased with how things had gone so far and was sure they'd only improve. The next student to walk in made him pause however as he didn't have a clue as to the first year's name, and this boy didn't introduce himself. Ian wasn't offended or annoyed with the boy, it just meant he couldn't eagerly greet him by name as he had the others. Moving back over near D'rorah, whom he hoped wouldn't protest as she no longer had her mysterious personal work out, Ian grinned broadly and leaned against his desk right in front of Cavan.
"Welcome! My my, quite the intrepid young man aren't you? Of all the ladies here you've chosen the eldest to sit by. Most ambitious my boy. Ah, Mr. Cooper, yes? So glad you could join us sir. We'll begin soon, you may relax in the meantime."
Dylan had entered as Ian had been speaking to Cavan and had headed straight for the remaining seat beside D'rorah. It made him want to chuckle that the first two boys to be seated chose to sit beside the same girl. He then saw Mallan sink into the chair beside Caitlin and nodded to himself. He hoped that the two remaining young ladies either wanted to sit by themselves or that someone would enter and join them. He so hated to see people feeling even slightly lonely. Turning his attention back to the three students in the first row, Ian once more gave a little wink.
"Quite popular aren't we Miss Philosophy? I do hope you don't prove too terrible a distraction from my lesson. Only kidding, only kidding. I'll leave you be."
He instead turned back to Cavan, still smiling warmly.
"Could I get your name please sir? The headmistress will make a terrible fuss if I don't keep track of who attends my class. I apologize for not being familiar with the younger students. I'm quite new here myself."
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Post by Cavan Mikal Weiss on Jan 12, 2008 11:51:57 GMT -5
"Ah, good day, Mister Weiss."
Cavan looked up and smiled at the greeting, forgetting his notes for a moment, “Good morning D’rorah,” he responded quietly, resting his quill just above the paper he’d been scribbling on. “How are you this morning?”
"Ah, this character is a nun, the scribe's handwriting is a bit inconsistent. It does look a bit like a lamadh though."
Upon her words his eyes flew to his notes again and frowned immediately seeing what she meant. He began scribbling again, crossing things out, rewriting other things, after several minutes of adjusting he looked up and smiled. “Thanks, that makes a lot more sense.” He brushed his hair out of his face and sighed wishing he’d remembered his hair tie before he’d left his dorm.
Then an older Ravenclaw boy took the seat on D’rorah’s other side. Who ever he was he seemed to be in good spirits and when he sent Cavan a smile, he couldn't help returning it, smiling brightly before going back to his translating. Just as he was turning to go back to said work he noticed that Mallan, the boy who’d nearly run him over was giving him an apologetic smile. Cavan turned his bright smile on again, letting Mallan know he had thought it funny more than anything else and he was forgiven.
Just as he’d thought he could finally finish the page he was on in his book, the professor was in front of him, speaking to him.
"Welcome! My my, quite the intrepid young man aren't you? Of all the ladies here you've chosen the eldest to sit by. Most ambitious my boy. Ah, Mr. Cooper, yes? So glad you could join us sir. We'll begin soon, you may relax in the meantime."
Unable to control himself, as he was already in such a good mood today, he looked up at Professor Lochrest with one eyebrow lifted in disbelief. He wanted to tell the man that he wasn’t five, and even if he were he’d still be intelligent enough to know he was being talked down to, even if it weren’t on purpose. He knew that most people did it subconsciously when they thought there was someone less intelligent, more naïve, or weak that needed coddling. Even knowing all this he managed a small smile which easily could have slipped into a smirk. “I’m just a goal-oriented, aspiring wizard sir, but I hadn’t noticed that I’d taken a seat next to the eldest of the ladies, I’m not a very good judge of age sir. I merely took this seat knowing that I would be nearest to the information if I sat across from your desk.” He smiled brightly, innocently as his stereotyped age would, pretending he didn’t realize the way he’d emphasized certain words made him sound a little snooty.
"Quite popular aren't we Miss Philosophy? I do hope you don't prove too terrible a distraction from my lesson. Only kidding, only kidding. I'll leave you be."
Cavan chuckled silently, scribbling a little more as the attention left him for a moment then, just as quickly he had to stop because it was back on him. He couldn’t help noticing that this man was what he mother would call a dork.
"Could I get your name please sir? The headmistress will make a terrible fuss if I don't keep track of who attends my class. I apologize for not being familiar with the younger students. I'm quite new here myself."
He wasn’t surprised that the Headmistress hadn’t given Professor Lochrest a description of him, he’d been hearing a lot of rumors and as he’d met Headmistress La Pointe, he found he couldn’t ignore them like he normally would. “That’s quite alright, there aren’t that many of us, and we’re so small we’re easily forgotten.” He smiled brightly and continued, “My name is Cavan Weiss.” That said, he closed the book he was translating and put it back in his messenger bag, getting in the mind frame for class. He realized he was starting to sound like his mother when they interrupted her while she was writing one of her books. He got grumpy when he was interrupted for stupid stuff while working on something he’d deemed important. He needed to get back into the polite, eager first year frame of mind.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Jan 12, 2008 21:15:38 GMT -5
When Caitlin heard the professor's comment about stealing Mallan's seat, she opened her mouth to protest a moment before realising he was joking. She should have realised beforehand - he was joking with everyone it seemed.
She smiled again at Mallan as he sat next to her. She was extremely grateful for his offer in the Room of Requirement the other day, and didn't want to let any leftover grouchiness from staying awake all night to be aimed at him.
Hey there Caity. Glad to see you again. I have to say, I think this class is going to be great. Professor Lochrest seems a character, huh?
"Hi Mallan. Yes, he seems... different," she grinned, glancing over at their teacher for the next hour or so. He was exchanging talk with the three students in the front row - D'rorah, Dylan, and a first year from her own house, whom she thought was called Cavan. She listened in amusement to Professor Lochrest's comments towards the first year, and was even more amused by the boy's replies. Obviously he didn't like being spoken to like one would to a 5 year old.
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Post by vivianv on Jan 12, 2008 21:37:54 GMT -5
Vivian took her time, strolling up from the dungeons to the third floor where the charms classroom was located. Though she knew she was already at least ten minutes late for class, she could not care less. Being on time was rarely one of Vivian’s virtues.
As she neared the classroom, snippets of conversation reached her sharp ears. She could tell that most of the students were already assembled in the class. Waving her wand absent-mindedly, she produced her mirror out of thin air and checked her appearance one last time before she entered the room. Appearance was, to Vivian, the most important thing in the world. Entering the class, Vivian made her way to her usual seat, always right in the corner at the back of the room. She slid her bag into the seat and sat down, crossing her legs. She reached into her bag and withdrew her emerald quill and her ink bottle. As per custom, both items were decorated with green and silver snakes, a trademark of Vivian’s.
After setting all her stationary on the table top, she finally turned front to face the teacher. Much to her surprise, the teacher was :-/not wearing the boring traditional robes, but instead donned a set of beige business suit matched perfectly well with a blue shirt and a red tie. The only thing that was annoying her was the red and gold crest embossed with the Gryffindor crest on the left breast pocket of his suit. Vivian naturally despised all who were related to Gryffindor house, with the exception of one of them, though, she thought with a small wistful smile.
Vivian focused her attention to the board, which read:
Professor Ian Lawrence Lochrest Introduction: How to Charm.
She had expected some sort of messy scrawl, but was greeted with perfectly neat cursive handwriting which even she herself could not achieve. Vivian could not help but to stare with awe at the lovely handwriting across the board, wondering if this was the effect of charmwork.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Jan 15, 2008 7:15:51 GMT -5
Keaira smiled as the professor informed her that his day had been going quite well. It was always a good feeling to hear that someone was enjoying their day. Something about the way the teacher had said it simply made Keaira feel a bit better, lifting her spirits considerably. Not that she was sad to begin with, but she felt better than she had before.
She watched quietly as the next few students joined the class, hoping that somewhere amidst the students she would see he familiar face of Alessandro Darko, but knowing that such hope was empty. He would not be attending this class or any other while his parents held him at their home in England. She wondered if they would be made to partner up and practice their spell work, but didn’t see asking as a necessary thing to do. Alessandro was always her partner when it came to working together in class. It would seem so different to practice with anyone else.
It seemed that the class was getting ready to start, even though the number of students that were there still seemed so few. She couldn’t expect Professor Lochrest to procrastinate and chitchat until the class was full. Even though it was what he seemed to be doing. So, since she was waiting anyway she gently dipped her quill in to her blue ink vial, and began doodling on the side of her note book. Time would pass quickly enough, and Professor Lochrest would start class.
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Jason Cruz
Gryffindor
[red]4th Year Gryffindor[/red]
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Post by Jason Cruz on Jan 15, 2008 11:59:50 GMT -5
Jogging lightly down the hall, Jason had evidently underestimated how long it would take him to reach the charms classroom. He hadn't been there in so long for want of a professor. It seemed there was something odd this year, with the rather severe lack of both professors and students. It was almost as if people were avoiding Hogwarts. Wondering to himself if this was in any way connected to the conflict with darkness Alessandro had alluded to in the gardens, Jason peeked into the room and then trotted in hoping he wasn't too late. With an apologetic wave to the professor, Jason glanced quickly at the board and then back to the man.
"Hi, Professor Low Crest? Lock Rest? I'm sorry, I'm not very good with some European names. Raised in America. I'm Jason Cruz."
With one of his trademark sheepish grins at the professor, Jason took a quick scan of the room. His grin brightened some at seeing Vivian and he made his way over to sink into the seat next to her. Jason had typically sat in the back anyway to avoid unwanted attention, so he thought it perhaps a good omen that that's where she was sitting.
"Hi Vivian. You're in this class too? Well I mean, obviously you are or you wouldn't be here, right? Of course right. Sorry, I still have the adrenaline from jogging to class. Makes me kinda talk quickly and not stay focused on anything. I mean I know you know I do that anyway, but it's even worse after a little physical activity. I mean, not physical activity like passionate stuff. I mean maybe that too. Hard to say, but I'm just saying that's not what I meant. I meant like running or swimming or climbing trees. I love climbing trees. If you ever don't know where I am just go kick every tree out on the grounds and see if I fall out of one. I mean not every tree. The Whomping Willow you probably shouldn't kick. It hits back. Sent me flying one time. And then there's the Forbidden Forest. Have you heard about that? I hear there's dark things in there. Really bad things. An older Ravenclaw student told me never to go in there. I'm curious but not stupid, so I've never approached it. I mean I don't think I'm stupid. Sometimes I say stupid things, but that doesn't make me stupid does it? I say smart things too. Sometimes. So, how's your day been?"
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Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Jan 15, 2008 12:19:48 GMT -5
Zee almost decided not to go. As always, he didn't want to leave the Astronomy Tower. He was there again, fiddling with the metal figure, trying to shape it more accurately, give it more features. Still he made little progress as hhe hadn't gotten any instruction yet from Keaira, or anybody else. Soon though they would start. He'd learn what he needed to know. What he needed to know to do what he needed to do, which certainly involved more than shaping metal trays into lifelike statues, something that likely fell under the "parlor trick" category that D'rorah had assured him was the best he'd achieve on his own. With a sigh at his lack of progress, Zee stood and packed up, then headed down the stairs. If only for the purpose of keeping up appearances, he would show up to class.
Down on the third floor a few minutes later, Zee pushed open the door to the Charms room, glanced about, offered a casual salute to the Professor, and moved straight for the seat on Keaira's left. Again for the sake of appearances he set a fresh quill and small bottle of ink on his desk along with a roll of parchment. Offering only a sideways glance at Keaira, Zee closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, evidently taking a short nap before class begun. He directed his greeting telepathically to Keaira. He was still unused to their connection and so took any opportunity to gain more proficiency with it. His manner was not unfriendly, but he was still uncomfortable with their closeness and so his greeting was brief, almost curt.
Hello Keaira. Good day?
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Post by ian on Jan 15, 2008 12:43:41 GMT -5
Oh ho! This boy has a wit. Should be in Ravenclaw no doubt. Perhaps that is why he sits beside both its Prefects.
Ian found he liked Cavan. He was clearly quite intelligent and well spoken, and Ian admitted to himself that perhaps he had underestimated the boy. Softly clapping his hands together He straightened from his leaning posture, still smiling broadly.
"Ah yes, Mr Weiss then. Excellent. I simply cannot wait to see what masterful spellwork comes from this section, such brilliant students all grouped together. We'll begin soon of course. Until then, - Ah! A new arrival!"
Ian moved quickly over to the rear of the class to greet Vivian, though her name was as unknown to him as Cavan's had been. Before he got far though Jason entered, and shortly behind him came Zane.
"America, really? Fascinating. Never been myself. I'm glad you've decided to cross the ocean and join us then Mr. Cruz. Welcome! And who's you're friend? No, no, forgive me, she can speak for herself. Welcome to you as well Miss. Forgive me but I can't say that I know your name. Most embarrassing really. Ah, Mr. Bishop, yes yes, have a seat anywhere. Oh, I see our Prefects like to group up. Very well then, excellent."
Turning his attention back to Vivian, Ian smiled and shrugged lightly.
"I promise young Miss I don't bite. You are welcome no matter your name."
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Post by mallan on Jan 15, 2008 22:38:50 GMT -5
He listened to Caity and thought it odd that she only found the professor different. Mallan had been watching Professor Lochrest interact with the other students and realized that the professor was his kind of guy. He even found that he admired the professor a little. He was not going to make that apparent by mentioning it though. He liked her and didn’t want her to think of him as childish. Caity also seemed to be distracted by the professor as well and Mallan hoped it was just that and not a dislike for him or an unwillingness to talk. Mallan let his eyes slip and take a good look at Caity while she wasn’t looking. She was beautiful and so Mallan decided he’d give her a little shock.
(Completely casual and nonchalant while heading his papers) It’s a beautiful day out. I think it’s a good omen for this class; I think it’s going to go well. Would you like to go out? (Mallan was planning on staying calm, not looking at Caity, until he heard a shocked response or she looked at him. Then he would break his composure and give her a broad smile)
She was quite cute after all and her smile always made him want to smile. Mallan hoped for a yes but if she said no he would blame it on them not actually knowing each other that well. Normally he would not have done such a thing but either her or the class had an effect on him and he just couldn’t resist.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Jan 16, 2008 11:47:31 GMT -5
D'rorah sat at her class listening to the greetings of the social butterfly who was apparently their Charms Professor. She began to grow more and more wary of the class to come as she considered the possibility that perhaps the desire to interact socially with the professor and her peers might have some bearing upon her grade. That simply wouldn't do at all. Of all the words anyone might use to describe D'rorah, 'social' was certainly not among them. At this point, she decided that all she could really do was wait and watch to see how the lesson might progress.
She prepared herself to take notes, hoping the lecture would begin soon. She had already managed a preliminary reading of the textbook and hadn't found herself entirely satisfied with the writers' instruction methodologies. Hopefully the class lecture would be an acceptable supplementary material... she had far too little free time to attend class and still require additional outside research to fill in the tiny holes in the authors' information. She understood that the text was, of necessity, watered down for those who would be typical to the age group in the class... considering the wide range of ages, that meant it was far less precise than she was accustomed to.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Jan 16, 2008 14:57:13 GMT -5
Caitlin continued to listen to the professor, who didn’t seem in the least put out by Cavan’s reply. In fact, he seemed to be positively radiant, greeting all the students, some by name and asking the names of those he didn’t know – seemingly the non-prefects who didn’t introduce themselves of their own accord. She got the impression that this was going to be a rather fun class. So long as this wasn’t just a facade to put everyone at ease and then he’d turn into a hard taskmaster, but that didn’t seem likely.
She watched as the other students entered the classroom, some of whom she knew and some of whom she had only seen in passing. The younger Slytherin girl reminded her somewhat of Quin for some reason, although she couldn’t put her finer on why. Zee entered and sat next to Keaira, then another Gryffindor, Jason, who sat quite happily next to the Slytherin girl. Caity hated the house prejudices with a passion and she was happy to see that perhaps people were paying them less mind than the impression she’d got upon first joining Hogwarts at the start of this year. The lightfighters themselves had members from all of the houses – herself from Hufflepuff, Susan and Mallan from Gryffindor, Keaira and Zee from Slytherin and D’rorah, Dylan and Alessandro from Ravenclaw, plus Professor Faye from the staff. In fact, her own house was rather under-represented, although Wysteria had apparently been the Shadow Warrior of Fire before she had been killed. That brought a frown to her face and she quickly sought for another topic to think of.
It amazed her to realise that she’d been at the magic school for over four months now. That meant it had been more than seven months since she had last seen India. She was missing it less now than during the first term, but still wished they hadn’t had to leave so suddenly, with little time to say goodbye to everyone. The situation at Hogwarts now was hardly ideal either – she had not told her parents any of what was happening to avoid worrying them when she had gone home over the Christmas holidays. She had made some good friends here and, bearing in mind D’rorah’s warning about travelling to see family or friends alone, outside of Hogwarts, was sure that if they took her away to keep her safe would only end up endangering both their lives and her own.
The professor’s current mood seemed to be infectious and she found that her tiredness from oversleeping was beginning to fade. She always hated acting grumpy towards others and regretted it afterwards. Coming back to reality, she also realised that she had been rather unsociable towards Mallan a minute ago by not talking a lot and turned to face him, planning on starting up a conversation. He beat her to it though, and began to speak with a somewhat nonchalant facial expression.
“It’s a beautiful day out. I think it’s a good omen for this class; I think it’s going to go well. Would you like to go out?”
At first she had simply been going to agree with him, but his question completely caught her off guard. “Are you serious?” she asked cautiously, the first thing that came out of her mouth. A small grin appearing on her face but was mixed with a slightly incredulous look. After all, she had only met him a few times. Apparently, if he was indeed being serious and not having a laugh at her expense (which, incidentally, she would not appreciate in the slightest) she had made a good impression. Then again, he hadn’t exactly made a bad impression on her either, what with offering to be her temporary Elemental Master whilst everything with Gat was sorted out. She pushed all thoughts of Gat away – now was not the time to ponder on that situation. It would only depress her. Her thoughts turned to Jacques, and she realised that she hadn’t seen him since the Masquerade. Wondering where he had disappeared, she also realised that she hadn’t replied to Mallan yet, and that she really shouldn’t be thinking about Jacques having just been asked out by another boy – another 6th year Gryffindor. He didn’t seem to be joking. “Well, I wouldn’t want to ruin your predictions and good mood by refusing, would I?” she replied cheerfully. “Where’d you want to go? And when? I don’t have any lessons this afternoon.” It never even occurred to her to actually say no.
((Wow... I went off on a real tangent didn’t I? lol))
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Jan 16, 2008 19:05:27 GMT -5
Settling into his seat a little more, he checked his watch, closely followed by the clock on the wall before them, just to ensure that the time was correct. By his bearing, class should have started a few minutes ago. Sighing discontentedly, he hoped this wouldn’t be a waste of time. It was all well and good being friendly and circling the classroom to get to know everyone and converse, but they were actually here to learn. All in moderation, afterall. He wouldn’t be happy if the professor chose to use this lesson as a sort of “introducing ourselves” period, especially considering that his research, translations, language learning, and homework were getting delayed more and more, his slowed mind unable to keep up with the pace since departing the infirmary.
As much as he had tried, it never seemed to get done. Normally spending an average of an hour or two on the longer projects, it now took him twice as long to complete even the shorter tasks. His recent foot long essay on Acromantula had taken far longer than it would have done had his mind been quite as sharp as before. Having ones head set on fire didn’t seem too good for brain function, he had discovered. Tapping his quill lightly against the parchment before him, he waited, slightly impatiently, for class to begin.
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Post by mallan on Jan 17, 2008 0:48:44 GMT -5
Mallan had been sitting, waiting patiently for her response, glad that class had not started yet giving him more time to talk with Caity. When she asked if he was serious he only replied by making his smile crooked and raising his eyebrows for confirmation. Her incredulous look offset her grin and caused Mallan to doubt himself and his appeal for a moment but quickly regained his confidence when he realized that the question was only there because of her shock. Mallan was a little wary of her cheery reply but was replaced with joy at her acceptance a moment later. He hadn’t really thought far enough ahead to have a place planned.
This afternoon sounds perfect. How would you like to take a walk through Potter Park and then end at the Lake?
Mallan was already excited for his time with Caity; his smile becoming big and proud. Her acceptance absolutely made his day. Already Mallan was forgetting about the little annoyances of the day. His mind already lost on the future possibilities as he looked at her. He was no longer paying too much attention to the class. Which didn't matter as it had not started yet.
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Post by vivianv on Jan 17, 2008 4:00:57 GMT -5
"Hi, Professor Low Crest? Lock Rest? I'm sorry, I'm not very good with some European names. Raised in America. I'm Jason Cruz." The familiar voice from Care of Magical Creatures drifted over the classroom and reached Vivian’s ears. She perked up a little. A shadow cast over where she sat and a new string of rambles assured her that the voice belonged to Jason.
The only thing she could make out from Jason’s random speech was that he asked her about her day. Looking up a little, she replied “Horrible just about sums it up,” keeping her tone nonchalant, though she smiled to herself as Jason plopped down on the seat beside her.
"I promise young Miss I don't bite. You are welcome no matter your name.” Vivian looked up, a little confused. She realised that it was the professor who was speaking to her. Up close, he actually looked quite young. Younger than some other professors she knew of, at least. “Vivian Isabelle Victoire.” She stated simply. Looking around the class, bored.
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