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Post by karinachan08 on Oct 31, 2007 17:21:39 GMT -5
"Hello Susan" said Ariana looking at here before looking back at the door. "thats nice, I guess" Ariana simple answer as she watched the other students walk in to the class room. Ariana looked back at her paper thinking about when class would start. She became bored easily and got lost in her thoughts as well most of the time. Ariana reached into her bag pulling out her mothers black note book before fliping to the middle of it. She read her mothers notes which were in French. Other then French, Japaneses, and English she didn't know any others. Though did know a bit of roman though not much that would help her. She was reading about somethings that happened before the fall of Voldemort.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Oct 31, 2007 22:04:50 GMT -5
He was brought out of his reading by a gingerly whispered "Hi." He turned in his seat to see a fellow Ravenclaw girl he had seen in the common room from time to time, and had never taken the opportunity to introduce himself, as he was always walking through the common room with boundless issues on his mind. He decided that in the last few minutes before the class began, he would take this opportunity for introductions.
"Hi, I'm Alessandro." He said softly to her, extending his right hand over her desk. "It's nice to finally meet you, I've seen you in the common room before. Whats your name?" He asked happily, wearing his best half-smile, with a flicker of white shining through.
Shortly after he had introduced himself, Susan Matthews came over and plopped down next to Ally. "Hey Susan!" He said with a warm smile. It looked as though this was the time more students decided to show up. Person after person began to filter in.
D'rorah was first, taking a seat up front, but apart from his little grouping. He quirked his head to the side and eyed her as she took her seat wondering why she never sat close to anyone, maybe it was him? Then another Ravenclaw he didn't know, sitting right next to her. Must be new... He thought as he noticed he looked a touch older than himself. After that he noticed Jason amble in. He looked a bit confused as to where to take a seat, and then after conquering some internal battle with himself, he took a seat in the back. He was about to wave to him to call him over to have a seat next to him, but the Gryffindor had quickly planted himself in the rear of the class.
He shrugged as he watched this and turned his head back to his Ancient Runes book. The Theban alphabet, as he was reading, was not considered a Runic alphabet, but was considered a magical alphabet, that goes back to ancient times of the Magus. They usually used that alphabet to encode their Books of Shadows, so nobody could decipher what spells and potions they beheld.
"Hmm..." He hummed as he began to jot down some notes on the Theban alphabet, and then proceeded to copy down each individual character in perfect penmanship...or was it quillmanship?
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Post by Wysteria Edwin on Nov 1, 2007 0:27:56 GMT -5
Wysteria was slightly nervous about her class today. Ancient Runes was one of her favorite subject, so she was anxious to make a good impression on the new professor. As she walked into class, she saw several people she already knew sitting in the room, and one or two that she didn't. Most were sitting in the front rows or near the front except for Jason. She felt a bit nervous sitting right next to him since things were still a bit awkward between them. She gave him a friendly smile though, before walking to the front of the room. Plus she didn't want to draw attetion to herself by sitting in the back, so she quietly made her way to sit next to Alessandro. She could see Zane was a few desks down from him, but didn't look at him as she sat down next to Alessnadro, giving him a warm smile and small squeeze on his upper arm, mouthing "hey!"
She took out her notes and spare parchment, noting that the Professor did not look like she was up for conversation. She saw Zee out of the corner of her eye, and sent a small unreadable smirk his way before returning to her parchment.
She doesn't look too friendly, she thought to Alessandro, not looking up from her paper.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Nov 1, 2007 1:24:36 GMT -5
Having woken even earlier than usual that morning, Dylan wondered where the time had gone. One minute, the sun hadn't been visible at all, and the next it was the middle of the day, time for Ancient Runes. He'd just managed to cling to his sanity during the earlier Transfiguration lesson and didn't feel to keen to test himself again; but Runes was one class he certainly didn't care to miss. No matter the state he was in, he always managed to attend classes. Through incredible weariness, sickness and emotional trauma, Dylan usually trudged through his lessons dutifully.
A characteristically absent-minded sort of look on his face, what was unusual was the trace of sadness his eyes held. Travelling down the corridor at a reasonably slow pace, he appeared to be wandering aimlessly; simply finding something to do with himself. This was not the case, however, and anyone who thoughts this might be surprised to see him enter the Ancient Runes classroom.
Glancing toward the first row, he saw that it was full and sighed lightly. He'd been hoping to at least have the presence of D'rorah to help set him at ease; but this seemed an unrealistic hope considering the amount of students currently occupying the first row. Sleuthing in the direction of the only empty row, he quietly took a seat and slid his satchel onto the desk. Lowering his head until it came to rest on his arms, he sighed once more, deeper this time, and closed his eyes.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Nov 1, 2007 7:55:20 GMT -5
D'rorah continued on with her notes, briefly returning Kerridon's nod as he took the seat next to her. Thtat done, her attention returned fully to her notes. Several minutes later, her concentration was broken by a loud sigh. She could hear the hint of the pitch of the sigher's voice and immediately recognized it to belong to Dylan. She turned towards the direction of the sound, and seeing him resting with his head in his arms, turned back to her notes. As far as she was concerned, he should be resting, continuing to recover from the beating he had received from his foster brother in Alconbury. Obviously, the boy had been intent on killing Dylan that night, but he stalwartly refused to acknowledge his own need of recovery.
Very carefully, she directed a thought toward him, not wanting anyone else to intercept it. You should be in bed, Mister Cooper. You will never recover if you continue to push yourself as you have been.
She knew, even as she sent the thought, how ironic it was coming from her. Much like Dylan, she loathed lying around idly. With so much to be done, it was nearly impossible to keep her from classes and research. Her eyes closed briefly as she considered just how exasperating it could be to be around someone so like herself. During the entire time, her quill had continued its peaceful scratching against the sheaves of her parchment.
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Post by jacques on Nov 1, 2007 14:21:48 GMT -5
Jacques shock his head slightly, a thought had slid in and out of his mind like moltent honey. Odd, it seemed to come from somewhere else. In..push..been. But then it was gone, and he destractidly glanced around, looking at the new students who had entered the room. One boy, Gryfindor judging by his robes, had sat in the back, away from them. A few Ravenclaws sat around him, and he nodded a greeting, even if they didn't see it. One girl, a year or so older, was writing as though it would set on fire if she didn't.
Sighing, he took out his notebook, but decided not to waste his time studying. Instead, he pulled out a small, leather-bound journal. The leather was a beat up, faded green, with blue lines, 3 facing the other 3, horizonel. Through the middle of the each set of lines ran a dark red streak. He took out a hawk feather quill, and, looking around, set to work writing.
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Post by Wysteria Edwin on Nov 1, 2007 19:11:51 GMT -5
((OOC: OK, anyone that hasn't posted in so far that wants to enter can, but from now on please wait for Janet/me to post . I'm taking some time to catch up on my sig orders, so allow a day or two for class to start. I won't forget about it, promise! I just need to do my job as Graphics Designer for a bit and get all of my signature orders done lol.))
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Post by darko2 on Nov 3, 2007 2:50:03 GMT -5
Sebastien walked through the door to Ancient Runes, noting a somewhat larger class than he had expected. He paused for a moment at the door as his eyes scanned the room to find an appropriate place to sit. He noticed a single Gryffindor toward the back, and a Ravenclaw crowded front, so he chose the prior and moved to take a seat near the Gryffindor.
He moved quietly through the rows of desks, nodding politely to those who met his gaze, and he set his bag down on the top of his desk, sliding into his seat gracefully and in one fluid motion. He reached up and adjusted the collar of his uniform. The materials of a school uniform he was used to were silken and of a much softer touch, as the Beauxbatons robes he was used to. He felt a touch restrained in his Hogwarts uniform, but didn't mind terribly.
He brought out his Ancient Runes book and began to flip through it aimlessly in anticipation for the class to begin.
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Post by janet on Nov 5, 2007 4:33:07 GMT -5
Janet ignored the students giving her small acknowledgments as they walked into the classroom. She stayed focused on her translation until the exact minute when class was to start. When this happened, Janet stood up from behind her table and drew herself up her full height. She had long, black, well-tailored and obviously expensive robes. They were not particularly ornate, but immaculate and had small fine touches of gold designs along the sleeves that glinted in the sun. She looked around the room and saw that all of the students were scattered with little order in regards to their age and skill level in Ancient Runes. That would not do at all...but she would fix that when they finally got down to business.
She walked the length of the room a few times, looking over her class and making various assumptions about the students sitting in front of her. She saw nervous students, cocky students, serious students...oh yes, this would be interesting. She stopped at the center of a room and folded her arms, leaning against her desk as a small sneer emerged on her mouth.
"Welcome to Ancient Runes young scholars. I am not sure the way your previous Professor conducted this class, but I assure you I will be sticking to the traditional and vastly more correct focus of studying runes as pure translation. This will not be an extension of the 'subject' of ...Divination," Janet said, using air quotes as she rolled her eyes at the last word. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small stone with the Fehu symbol on it.
"Possessions won or earned, earned income, luck. Abundance, financial strength in the present or near future. This is the Fehu symbol of Elder Futhark, the most popular runic alphabet. You'll see that while each letter can carry magical weight, it also can spell enchantments which make much more..." she paused and raised an eyebrow, "more interesting results." Janet put the stone back in her pocket and pulled out her wand, materializing a piece of parchment which floated in thin air, and putting a bottle of ink on her table right next to her. "The writing that will appear on this paper will be coming from the ink bottle next to me and has a special mixture which ensures the activation of runic spells," she said, indicating to the bottle on her left. She raised her wand and siphoned several runic words on the paper. The ink bottle next to her slowly lost ink until Janet took her wand away as the parchment continued to float in mid-air with a several lines of writing.
Suddenly, the parchment began to grow and form an oval shape as it began to lay parallel to the floor but still several feet above it. A silver glow burst around the edge and a figure's bust emerged from the parchment. The features grew into place and slowly became the image of an older Korean gentleman that had similar features to Janet. He had a strange glow like a ghost, and looked around the room as if confused as to how he had ended up in the room.
"This is a Visage...it's something that wizards would often use to trick muggles into thinking they could speak to the dead. Someone would need is knowledge of the enchantment, a picture of the person, and a lot of time to develop the "personality" of the Visage that would come through. But it was not too hard if you blurred the features and pretended that those who had crossed over rarely knew things about their old life." She said, looking at her students and sending an occasional glance to the Visage.
"And this Visage is someone who is living, so no one thinks that we are in the presence of the dead. Sir, can you tell me what will happen in my future?" She asked, addressing the Visage. The older man looked very serious for a few moments, before finally saying:
"Great trouble, I see. But eventually you will find relief. Be wary of the number 10."
Janet took out her wand and put several more runic words along the edge of the Visage and it vanished, leaving a gray glowing dust in its wake. Janet turned back to the class with a slightly disgusted look on her face. "Excrement. Garbage. Designed to trick someone with general phrases that could be applied to anyone at any time. In this class we will learn how to separate the useful enchantment from these things. She said, indicating where the Visage had just been. I cannot emphasize enough that you must be very careful with the translation I give you. I am speaking now to the NEWT-level students. Do not write anything in magical ink or with a quill made for runic writing. If something goes wrong you could set your hair on fire," she said blandly raising an eyebrow at D'rorah.
Ancient Runes is not flashy magic for the most part. At least, that is not its intention. Carvings perform steady and solid spells for a long period of time. She looked around the room and noted how many students she had and how it would best suit her to place them. Alright, I would like the 1st and 2nd years in a group please toward the front on the left, 3rd and 4th years at the back, 5th years alone in the back on the right, and my NEWT students in another group in the front on the right."
She raised her eyebrows, surprised no one had moved immediately. Go!"
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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 Nov 5, 2007 5:16:05 GMT -5
There it was again. Jasmine. That wonderful scent that held such promise of an interesting experience, one way or the other. A genuine smile spread across Zee's previously blank features as he opened his eyes and looked around, just in time to see Wysteria affectionately grip another boy, Alessandro, and sit next to him. Most of his fingers twitched, as if his hands were seeking of their own accord to ball into fists. He quickly shut his eyes, and with a mighty push of his willpower forced his face back into a bland nonchalance, erasing the smile and suppressing the bitter grimace that wanted desperately to take over.
What is that about, hmm? Alessandro and Wysteria . . . that boy already held a prominent place on my list. Now he is certainly objective number one. We will tear his lungs out even as he tries to scream with them, yes. No, no, patience. Do not let your emotions dictate your decisions. His time will come. Yes, and oh how we will revel in the suffering. And she will be ours . . .
His lips twitched as he tried to keep his face blank. His thoughts of removing the Ravenclaw boy from the picture, and in a very slow and deliberate fashion, invoked a smile that was difficult to hide. They twitched again, this time in the opposite direction though.
And her! What betrayal is this?! She felt something in the tower, there can be no doubt. How could she run to the arms of another?! We will kill . . . no. No. She must not . . . she cannot be harmed. No, we must do everything possible to keep her from pain. But then . . . the boy . . . oh this is a problem . . .
He focused then on pondering any possible reconciliation between his strong desire to brutally slay Alessandro and his even more powerful wish to make and keep Wysteria happy. It was a puzzle that seemed to have no solution. He would need to gather more information. So focused was he on that issue that he succeeded in keeping his conscious mind from ever considering why it was that keeping Wysteria happy had somehow taken priority over his own self interest. He was barely paying attention as the lecture began, though he did note the instructions to be careful what he wrote with, and the directions for seating. A slight smirk adorned his face as he glanced about to note that he was already sitting in the front right and wouldn't even have to move.
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Susan Matthews
Gryffindor
[red]5th Year Gryffindor[/red] Shadow Warrior of Earth
goddess, nymph, divine.
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Post by Susan Matthews on Nov 5, 2007 7:39:02 GMT -5
Susan listened attentively as the class began on time. The class room did not seem particularly full, and Susan feared for those students who would be late. Professor Choi seemed very precise. She haded to see what the punishment would be to those who would impediments.
Susan watched with awe as the visage was conjured. It was obviously a hoax. Susan understood the meaning of Professor Choi's words as she explained that this was not what they would be learning. Susan took a few quick notes on the introduction to the class as the professor spoke. Susan liked the fact that they would be getting straight to business. She made a metal note to remember not to slack in this class.
When Professor Choi asked the students to move to their new seats, Susan took a moment for it to sink in. It was the sharp "Go!" that got Susan moving. She quickly assembled her things back into her back and found a seat in her designated section, the back right. Susan didn't particularly like the back of the class, it was always harder to concentrate with all the heads in between her and the front of the room. Susan wasn't one to complain though. She took her seat with the rest of fifth years. At the back. In the corner.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Nov 5, 2007 12:13:15 GMT -5
Alessandro gazed on with intensity as he watched Professor Choi conjure a strange looking ghost that glowed with a similar light than that of his patronus. She certainly had a different approach than the rest of the professors, and the word nice definitely escaped his mind at the moment of describing her in his head. She was more rigid, and straight to the point, and other professors seemed to coddle the students, Professor Choi certainly seemed like she would not put up with any nonsense that she didn't have to. Alessandro made a careful mental note to not do or say anything that she would deem unworthy of her time and class.
After she asked the visage her fortune, she seemed somewhat displeased with the fortunetelling. He wondered if these creations had some veracity to them, or if it were exactly as Professor Choi had said; they speak only vague, and generalized phrases that could be interpreted in a variety of ways depending on the person.
To Alessandro's surprise, it seemed as though this class required a special seating arrangement according to Ms Choi's fancy. She had specified his year to be in the back right, a place Alessandro had never been before.
The...The back?! He thought raising his eyebrows. He turned to face the corner he was assigned to sit near. His eyes drifted over Jason and an older Hufflepuff boy he had not yet met, or even noticed walk into the classroom. He stood up with a somewhat confused look on his face as didn't seem as he knew where he was supposed to go. I sit in the FRONT...How am I supposed to get any learning done back there... He thought dismally while showing a smirk as he collected his things and trudged to the back right corner, plopping down in the closest seat to the front, awaiting for the seating shift to change.
He scowled angrily as he pulled out his runes book again, and thrust it open flicking through the pages violently.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Nov 5, 2007 12:22:23 GMT -5
D'rorah gathered up her things and moved to the appropriate part of the classroom, at the front right. She took the seat one desk over from Zee and began carefully setting out her materials once again. She was appreciative of Professor Choi's no nonsense style, having encountered it previously when seeking permission for the trip to Alconbury for Dylan's foster father's funeral. She issued him a perfunctory nod and waited for her fellow NEWT students to join them.
She had a feeling she would learn rather a lot in this particular class, as they would seemingly not be forcing the older students to wait around on the same lessons the younger students would be having. Seeing Alessandro's angry reaction to his seating assignment, she suppressed a smirk. A true Ravenclaw to the end, he was obviously displeased at being in the back of the room, a position he had likely never filled before. Truthfully, she was rather pleased to find herself in her preferred front row.
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Post by darko2 on Nov 5, 2007 12:41:21 GMT -5
Sebastien payed attention as Professor Choi spoke about the power of ancient runes. He scribbled notes down as she spoke about the Elder Futhark alphabet, the usage and power of runes. This particular class was not one that they offered at Beauxbatons. He was familiar, however, through learning of several magical alphabets, that the runic alphabet held a power of its own accord and it is often associated with Druidry and those associated to the work of Stone Henge.
He stood up slowly, looking around the room in a state of slight confusion. Everyone was to move according to year, apparently, and she had mentioned all but the 7th years, instead she said at the end, something like NEWTs.
Finally commanding his legs to move as everyone seemed to filter into their designated areas, and he didn't want to be the last one standing, he wandered over to the top right corner of the room, taking the corner seat.
"Ah, Professeur?" He spoke with a quiet ease. "Is this correct? I do not understand this...Newts, you speak of, but, I assume that this is area is for the seventh years, no?" He asked, his mild french accent poking through, adding a somewhat foreign appeal to the quality of his voice.
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Jason Cruz
Gryffindor
[red]4th Year Gryffindor[/red]
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Post by Jason Cruz on Nov 5, 2007 15:31:15 GMT -5
While impressed by the ease with which it had been conjured, Jason was hopeful that this class wouldn't consist of such superstitious nonsense as fortune telling ghosts. He had learned enough in the just over three years he'd spent at Hogwarts to know that such "magic" was of little use except in confounding and entertaining muggles. And of course, being muggle born, he found the whole condescension of muggles a little degrading.
A slight smile overtook his sour look when Professor Choi dismissed the phantom and explained they would not be studying that sort of drivel. He perked up as she started sorting them into different sections of the room based on their age. The smile budding on his face died as he realized he didn't know anyone here in the 3rd or 4th years. He wasn't even certain there were any others. No, there must be. The school wasn't that deserted was it? He pondered this while she snapped at them to go.
Jason scooped up his bag and stood up, watching most of the others do the same. The scant smile returned as Alessandro made his way to the back and sat near where Jason stood. He seemed rather bitter about being relegated to the back of the room. Or perhaps it was no longer sitting beside Wysteria that had him so disheartened. Wysteria. Jason glanced toward the front of the room and gazed at her briefly, his smile increasing. As he turned to view the as of yet empty rear left seating section, Jason's smile died once more. He let out a sigh as he trudged over and sank into the seat next to the wall in the second from farthest back row. Things hadn't improved.
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