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Post by Eshrael Oreldrin on Aug 21, 2008 3:21:18 GMT -5
Normally, Eshrael would have held his class outside, but with the current weather being so cold and dull, he decided it would not do. So earlier in the day, he had inspected his classroom in order to have a decent concept of the necessary preparations he would be undertaking. He was thankful to find that the room was fairly empty other than the wooden desks for the students and the professor. That meant aside from tidying up and cleaning, he only needed to find a few plants to give the space a suitable outdoors look. So he had gone throughout the garden and the surrounding areas of Hogwarts and carefully gathered select plants to use in his classroom.
Now he was transporting all the plants he had gathered and it was definitely an interesting sight to see. Here he was in his dual layered leather slippers, laced and stitched with cured woven horse hair. His close fitting vest of thin leather with cured maple leaves stitched onto the outside to give it a look of healthy green leaves. His vest and woolen shirt naturally dyed a dark green with a hue of brown with willow branches sown into the sleeves. His thick leather pants, stylized to look like the bark of a tree and giving an overall look of a tree trunk and at the top of the pants, a design of the leaves continued from his vest down towards his feet, stopping short at his knees. And over it all, his sleeveless over-robe of incredibly sparsely woven willow branches with fist sized openings that allowed you to see easily through and meticulously placed green leaves upon the robe added a more three dimensional feel. Though what probably stood out the most was his moss-grown hair containing leaves and twigs that had fallen off of the plants during their export. The whole sight more or less looked like a tree of sorts leading a plethora of other plants.
Following him as he worked his way down the halls, were tall trees, flowering bushes, small flowers, medium greenery and hanging vines; all in garden pots and vibrantly colored. It was a slow and steady process as he did not wish to accidentally damage any of the plants nor did he wish to inadvertently harm a student with his followers. So by the time his solid clunking of his staff slowed at the entrance of his classroom it was already an hour before the course would begin. However, it only took him approximately three quarters of the hour to place all the foliage, adjust their positions and arrange the room to give it a peaceful and lively energy and the image of a grove.
When he was finished with the arrangements, Eshrael walked back towards the front of the classroom, picked up a piece of calcite and wrote, "Yes, this is Arithmancy. Please have a seat.," upon the board. Turning around he set his unique oak staff against the desk, and took a seat. Upon his desk were a few plants and flowers arranged in a manner so that no student would be able to see his paperwork without standing within a couple paces of the desk. Of course, the greenery did not hinder the students’ ability to see the professor, merely their ability to perceive what he was working on. At the moment though, he only kept the roster and a few pages of notes regarding the students upon his desk. After reviewing them for the third time, he activated his amulet of quartz he wore around his neck and waited for all the members of his class to arrive.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Aug 21, 2008 8:12:36 GMT -5
D'rorah arrived in the arithmancy classroom quietly and efficiently, as always. Her heavy satchel on her shoulder, she was two steps through the doorway of the classroom when she came to a complete and very sudden halt, surveying the dense foliage with more than a bit of trepidation, she steeled herself and continued forward into the room as she noted the statement on the board--that this was, indeed, arithmancy. Her mind was a flurry of debate for where to sit... the normal front row? Or something towards the middle of the room, farther away from the jungle that had seemingly spring up in the room.
She finally decided on the front row, taking a seat that would hopefully offer the best opportunity to see and learn. However, she felt rather tense, with plants all around. Of everyone she had ever met, D'rorah had the blackest thumb imaginable. Herbology was the her weak point.. she had never managed a grade that was more than just barely scraping by from it. She always did well with written examinations of the subject... she knowledge had been perfect... but everything she touched seemed to wither and die. She had never been able to find out exactly why that was, but she had decided it best to simply pass on and eliminate the subject from her realm of study at the earliest opportunity.
And now, here she was in Arithmancy, her haven of calculated mathematical logic, surrounded by things she was afraid to even breathe near. She was quite certain the professor wouldn't take kindly to having his forest of flora destroyed by a student. In fact, she wondered briefly where the professor could be, as she took out her notebook and quills. Finally, noting a bit of movement at the front of the room, she took to examining what appeared to be a tree... that appeared to be sitting at a desk. That was enough to have her almost start out of her seat. If the teacher were an ent of some sort, there was no way she could stay. It was only an extended moment of scrutiny that rewarded her with the realization that the professor was indeed human. He merely looked uncannily like a tree.
"[blue]Good day, Professor[/blue]" she greeted quietly, thinking he might have noticed her looking at him and would think it remarkably odd if she didn't at least address him with some form of greeting. D'rorah was uneasy beyond belief at that moment, though she attempted to quell her rapidly beating heart. She had faced torture at the hands of the Shadow Mage with less strain than she felt right now. The only plants she had ever been able to come near without causing spontaneous death were willow trees... the one sort of plant which was absent from the room at the moment.
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Post by Alessandro Darko on Aug 21, 2008 10:37:22 GMT -5
Soured by their recent Quidditch defeat, Alessandro entered the classroom with an absent minded air, which may have suggested that he was lost in thought, working through the motions of exactly why they lost the match against the insidious Slytherin. No sooner had he popped through the threshold of the class room did he stop dead in his tracks, becoming instantly confused, his eyes befalling the array of flora adorning the classroom. His eyes shifted from D'rorah to the front of the class, wondering if he had lost his mind again, and wound up in an alternate Herbology class, but no, Herbology was always held out in the greenhouses.
As if answering his question, the board revealed that he was in fact in the right place, and that this lesson was indeed for Arithmancy. Finally gaining his momentum again, he moved toward the front row and took a seat next to D'rorah, shooting her a quick smile and a pleasantry. "Hello D'rorah. How is everything today?" He asked softly as he set his bag down and withdrew a couple sheets of parchment, and a quill. Arithmancy was not Alessandro's favorite class to say the least, it was somewhere down there on the list with potions, however, he managed to do just fine all in all.
Noticing the rather singular professor behind his desk, Alessandro took a moment to absorb the peculiar visual of his professor. It was like something he'd never seen before. He was humanoid, but there was definitely something earthy about him. Perhaps it was the fact that seemingly everything that Professor Oreldrin wore was comprised of elements found in nature. Curious, indeed, but what was more-so was the fact that he had a slight of moss growing, intermingling with his hair. Alessandro swallowed inconspicuously while he attempted to maintain his face as neutral as possible as he mentally retched at the thought of having moss growing on one's person. Putting judgments aside, he offered a polite greeting to the arithmancy instructor.
"Hello Professor. I hope you're finding things to your liking here at Hogwarts. I'm eager for the lesson. Will we be starting with something relatively easy to begin with to warm us up?" He asked, hoping that they wouldn't start of with something terribly difficult. He remembered his last Arithmancy lesson with Professor Serlaen was absolutely confusing and dreadful.
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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 Aug 21, 2008 18:39:17 GMT -5
Heading down the corridor that led to the arithmancy class, Kerridon wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. He had never actually been formally taught arithmancy before – all he knew was self-taught; from books. And from what he had made out of the Hogwarts rumour mill, which was flourishing as always, the new professor was a bit different to his other colleagues. There were also rumours that he was a druid, or part-goblin, a type of “walking tree”, or part-something else. Having not come across Eshrael yet, Kerridon was not sure how correct or how misinformed these rumours were.
He knew that he was at the right classroom, was sure of it, but when he saw the greenery upon coming level with the door, it was a little hard not to doubt that this was a lesson focussed on numbers rather than Herbology. There was a little pause before he continued in, finding the whole room to have been invaded by vegetation. Only two other students had made their way in so far – D’rorah and Alessandro, both fellow Ravenclaws. Both known lightfighters, which made it a little strange for him to refer to them as “fellow” anything, even in his head.
A small, wry grin flickered over his face when he saw what was written on the board and he took a seat in the row behind the other two students, finally seeing the professor camouflaged particularly well at the front. Now he could see where all the rumours and fuss had come from. “Walking tree” was actually an accurate description, despite his previous scepticism. Nodding his silent greeting, he retrieved parchment, quill and ink from his bag and waited for more people to arrive so the lesson could begin.
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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 Aug 22, 2008 14:55:22 GMT -5
Zee was perhaps more lively than he'd been in some time as he strolled casually through the school. Things had never been going better for the Slytherin Prefect, and his life had never been particularly difficult, not in most ways anyway. His relationships with the other lightfighters seemed to be looking up. He now had what would doubtless prove the intriguing challenge of earning the respect of the other Elemental Masters as he prepared them all for the war. The quidditch match had gone brilliantly, his lovely Shadow Warrior scoring numerous goals and being declared the heroine of the game while he himself had subtly used his control over the partially metal snitch to keep it out of Darko's hands and eventually catch it himself, a feat that should have been impossible given the unquestionably superior flying skills of the Ravenclaw. The celebration in the common room following the game had been extraordinarily fun.
And contributing most of all to Zee's cheery mood, Keaira O'Connell, Slytherin Prefect, chaser, and Shadow Warrior of Metal, was walking by his side, their fingers interlaced affectionately. She was more solemn than he, many issues still tainting her joy. Still it warmed Zee's heart immensely that she couldn't keep a small smile from her lips whenever his eyes caught hers. Zee's attitude became more somber as they neared the arithmancy classroom out of respect for her feelings over the twice deceased former professor, who had also been her Elemental Master prior to Zee's ascension. Still, as they entered the room and his vision was assaulted by the myriad of foliage that now decorated the chamber, he couldn't keep from whispering a joke to her as he arced one eyebrow at the unexpected scene.
"How much butterbeer did I drink last night?"
Flashing his crooked grin, Zee almost kissed Keaira on the cheek, but thought better of it when he noticed the front row. Ravenclaws predictably took up the only three seats that were filled, two in the first row and one in the second. One of the front row students was Alessandro Orion Darko. Zee felt almost at a loss for what to do at that point. If he led Keaira to a seat far from the boy it could be construed as him trying to keep her away from him, but if he sat nearby the boy might take it as Zee flaunting the affections she had granted him. It was a frustrating conundrum.
The choice however was made for him when he recognized the student in the second row. Seating Keaira near Kerridon Paradox was simply a bad idea. So it was that he moved along the back of the classroom and pulled out a chair for Keaira, waiting for her to sit before sliding into the seat next to her, gently squeezing her shoulder as he moved past and speaking directly into her mind.
"It'll be ok."
Not even noticing the professor seated at the front in his quick scan of the room, Zee's amused look at the decor faded away as Keaira's feelings over being in Professor Serlaen's old room sobered him.
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Post by Katherine Knightswood on Aug 22, 2008 19:03:30 GMT -5
Katherine had packed all her note taking materials with care this morning. Not only that, she’d taken her usual care with her appearance, wanting to make a good impression on her new professor. Her uniform was neat and clean, and she’d scrubbed herself bright in the bath this morning. She’d grabbed breakfast early, and then gone off to find her classroom. Up to the second floor the first year went, her shoes clicking lightly on the stairs as her braid bounced against her back. Her satchel was slung over one shoulder, and it bounced against her hip with each step.
When Katherine reached the classroom she let out a small gasp of delight. What an unusual way to decorate a room! The place reminded her forcibly of her Maman and Nana’s greenhouse back at the Manor. The variety of rioting plant life was breathtaking. Katherine breathed in the scents of several kids of flowers gratefully, suddenly just a bit homesick. Her eyes went to the front of the classroom, and she giggled softly at the sight of the words on the blackboard.
She took her seat in front, the one on the other side of Alessandro. Once her supplies were out for note taking, she looked around. Her eyes fell on their Professor and her eyebrows shot up under her bangs and her mouth made a small “oh” of surprise. She quickly schooled her expression back into a polite smile, hiding her shock. My goodness, the man looked like one of the legendary ents!
His clothes were made of all sorts of natural materials. Katherine recognized several of those materials, being an avid knitter. She’d used wool and leather and horse hair in her own works before, but the elegant over-robe of woven willow withes left her breathless with ideas. Amazing! Katherine smiled. Perhaps she could ask the Professor about his fascinating wardrobe later. Just as she was about to pick up her quill, Katherine’s attention was drawn to the man’s necklace. The crystal was stunning, and it drew Katherine’s eye without her even thinking about it. Curious and curiouser . . .but now it was time for class. Questions later, then.
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Post by annabelleadams on Aug 22, 2008 22:56:03 GMT -5
Annabelle strode calculatingly down the emptiest corridors on her journey to Arithmancy. After a near collision with a careless Gryffindor first year earlier in the day, she had a low tolerance for the bustling halls. The shouts and the jostling that accompanied a usual route would simply set her more on edge. She would not have minded some decent company, however, but did not dwell on the matter, continuing instead at a calm, steady pace. Her heels clicked against the floor with every step, the sound then echoing down the empty corridor. Sometimes she enjoyed hearing the sounds of her presence, though today it was an irritation. It was too loud for the quiet that surrounded her.
As she approached the Arithmancy classroom, however, she readjusted her mood. It would do no good to attend class and meet a new professor in her negative, on edge state. She took a few deep calming breaths until she radiated confidence and elegance. Entering the room without a moment's hesitation, she was met with the shock of a vast amount of plant life. For a moment she was halted, her eyes scanning the foliage. Her gaze dropped to the floor for a split second, nearly expecting to see grass below her feet. However, the floor was normal and so she turned her attention at the professor's desk, wishing to make her sudden stop seem intentional. The well-camouflaged professor took a moment to find. When Annabelle realized that he was the tree sitting at the desk, she quickly masked her surprised. Smiling politely, she greeted, "Good morning, Professor. Welcome to Hogwarts."
Her eyes flashed to the board where the professor assured them all that they were in the right place. Annabelle had to admit, the greenery was rather enchanting, though she could see no pertinence it could have to Arithmancy. Such a thing would be more suited in a Herbology classroom. Not bothering to linger any longer, she turned to face the desks, spotting a cluster of Ravenclaws at the front and the two Slytherin prefects in the back of the room. Not wishing to sit alone, she made her way to where her fellow Slytherins sat. "Hello, Zane. Keaira," she acknowledged the two, taking a seat on the other side of Zane.
She pulled out a small compact mirror and checked that her hair was still in place. Few knew of Annabelle's naturally tightly curled hair, so this was often seen as an act of pure vanity, whereas Annabelle saw it as more purposeful seeing as she despised her curls. Confirming their absence, she closed her mirror and packed it safely away. Leaning slightly into the aisle, she murmured to Zane, "This is a rather strange set up, don't you agree?" Annabelle returned herself to an upright position and her volume to a normal level. "At least this should be an interesting class."
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Post by Eshrael Oreldrin on Aug 26, 2008 4:05:25 GMT -5
Even though Eshrael noticed movement of someone entering the classroom with his peripherals, he remained studying his notes; it was a classroom after all and people were expected to show. He did not greet the student however; just let them take their seat as he remained in his. It was through the years of storytelling and training that he has come to consider introductions in the beginning of class a formality and usually insincere. So, instead he waits for class to begin; learning the names of those who participate as they do. Knowing that those that involve themselves tend to comprehend the material and so he keeps a special eye on them. Of course, it also lets him sort through to the ones who are having trouble as well. Either way, he planned on knowing all his students names by the end of the first two classes. If he chose to take role he would know all their names but he was uncomfortable with the idea of forcing the names out of the students. Names gave incredible access of power; it was their name to give.
The school required that he take some sort of an attendance though, so he had a role sheet he would leave on his desk when class was over for the students to sign. After checking to make sure the sheet was there he decided to have a look at the student who arrived so early. As he did he caught an expression of what seemed to be shock before she quickly greeted him. He was used to the sight though and so the only expression that took hold of his own face was a pleasant smile as he counter-greeted, “May the sun shine on you this day.” Most of his life after joining the Order he had been given those looks from people outside of their circle. At first it was something that bothered him as he strived for others’ approval but he slowly accepted the fact that he was something outside the norm. That fact had actually aided him in finding a stronger sense of who he was; it forced him when he probably would not have himself, to mirror his soul within.
Knowing and understanding uneasiness and nervousness, Eshrael decided to let her decide if she would like to push the conversation and so continued reviewing his work. It was only a short moment afterward that another student decided to enter. Again, however, he let the student choose the time to begin the introductions of a sort while he continued writing a note, due to an epiphany, on a parchment in front of him. Though, in the middle of his writing, a boy, as it sounded from his voice, pulled his attention. Assigning to memory his note and wordlessly casting a spell to keep the quill writing, Eshrael looked up to match the boy’s gaze and offered a friendly smile before replying, “May the sun shine on you this day… I am glad to hear you are eager; it is a characteristic missing in most these days. As far as Hogwarts is concerned, it has been missing a touch that is now present.” He smirked briefly before letting it go and continuing after a moment spent pondering the difficulty of the class, with, “You have nothing to fear from this class however,” chuckling softly, though as he spoke the words his eyes shifted to the girl, as if to direct the emphasis of 'nothing to fear' to the girl, before moving back to the boy.
His quill scribbled a few more lines before it slowed allowing him to pluck it from the air. Leaning to his left, he opened a drawer and pulled out a few more sheets of parchment to write a few notes on before class. As he returned to his position leaning over his desk with the paper he noticed another student had taken a seat and returned the silent nod with a welcoming, small grin and a nod. His nod finished, he lowered his head to continue jotting down some notes when he saw a boy and girl enter in together. They were silent toward him so his head smoothly continued downward to face his desk once again; reworking a few numbers. Again, he did not think about striking up an introduction; it was not his way and the students were in their own world anyhow. Right behind the couple, so it seemed, a girl arrived unobserved by Eshrael until she let out a small expression of surprise which caught his attention and drew it up from the desk. He was curious to see what the shock was about when it dawned on him that it, of course, was himself. Eshrael returned a smirk before noticing that a leaf of a plant on his desk was caught and freed it.
Adjusting another plant, his hands moving cautiously while his head was stilled in thought, he did not notice another girl enter until she produced a greeting. With the smallest of starts causing a few moss-grown dreadlocks to fall over one another, he turned his eyes, and with them his head, toward her and returned the smile with a warm one of his own and added, “Thank you and may the sun shine on you this day. Please, find a seat.” As he saw her make her way to a desk he continued adjusting and aiding the foliage in front of him. Lost in focus, he probably showed to be an image of one of the crazed muggles fussing over the plants in their greenhouses but the thought never occurred to him.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Aug 26, 2008 16:24:10 GMT -5
Stopping suddenly in the doorway, his eyes flicked across the rather unique foliage of the classroom, one eyebrow raised slightly. Perhaps he had mixed up his timetable... But he was sure he had Herbology tomorrow. Taking one and only one step further into the room, he took a better look around, only to notice the students already present and the writing on the board. Making an odd little sound in reaction to discovering that he was indeed in Arithmancy, of all places, he searched for the teacher and found himself at a loss for words.
Keeping his eyes locked on what appeared largely to be a moving part of the background, currently seated in the professors chair, he slowly and steadily moved towards D'rorah, taking a seat beside her in the first row. Unknowingly, his mouth had dropped open a tiny amount as he wondered what kind of being their teacher might be... perhaps he was simply a moving tree of some kind. An animated life form, or even an ent... He wasn't even sure of where the professor ended and the foliage began, though he was almost certain that he held varieties of leaves and colourings, instead of remaining as one. Looking closely, he observed some willow tree characteristics but duly noted that there were no williw trees in the room. He also saw the bark of what he thought was an oak, some moss, and various shapes and sizes of leaves. Being so closely affiliated with plants and such, he took a slight offence to the whole thing, and found it more than just a little odd.
Too caught up in his examination of the tree-like person seated before him, he had not even offered a 'hello' to D'rorah yet. Slipping his bag off one shoulder, it landed with a dull thunk on the floor below; something that he didn't notice one bit. Not entirely sure if the man would like so many staring eyes, he decided to greet him before considering exactly how one might go about that task. In the end, he decided on the usual. "Hello Professor," he said politely, simply ending it at that.
Finally drawing his eyes away from the man, he flicked them over to D'rorah and gave a small smile. He saw Alessandro beyond her, followed by Katherine, and offered the same to each in turn. Despite having noticed Zane in the back of the room, he hadn't made any reaction, too focused on the oddity of the room, and decided to keep it that way. They were supposed to get along somehow, after all, so he wouldn't cause any undue friction between the Lightfighters simply because he held a grudge for too long to be logical. He might usually be a very reserved, laid-back boy, but when he was angry over something big enough, it lasted for a considerable amount of time. He would need to push that aside, however, and he slightly regretted it. Hating Zane was so much easier that being civil or trying to understand him.
Deciding on a new course of action, he turned his head and looked beyond Kerridon, who he really didn't know all that well, to Zane and Keaira at the back. Nodding soberly to both of them at once, he flicked his eyes across the sixth year before returning his gaze to the front of the room. He hadn't recognised the other girl beside Zee, so had offered no reaction to her but a curious once-over.
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Post by D'rorah Philosophy on Aug 29, 2008 7:46:29 GMT -5
D'rorah looked over at Alessandro, the set of her jaw betraying her internal tension at the state of the room. "[blue]I, Mister Darko, must say that I have been better,[/blue]" she replied quietly. Leaving it at that, she turned her attention to her notebooks, wishing for all the world she could simply disapparate. She dare not come close enough to see whether it was real or her eyes were playing tricks on her, but it seemed that the plants placed closest to her had already begun to wilt slightly. Perhaps that was just fear working on her, but she doubted it. Certain her mind was exaggerating--for plants never really died instantly at her close proximity... rather, they began to slowly die away under her care. However, a classmate who had a deep interest in Herbology had once told her that almost immediately, the plants she moved to close to seemed to experience stress. Fair enough, she was certainly stressed enough right now.
[green]“You have nothing to fear from this class however.”[/green]
D'rorah felt the professor's eyes land emphatically on her at this last statement. She returned his gaze briefly as she already began arguing in her head. [blue]Yes, absolutely nothing to worry about... other than the fact that you may find it quite difficult to maintain impartiality when everything near me has withered and died.[/blue]
Yes, she was certain of it, she already noticed one of the plants, the one closest to her, a delicate flower of sorts, wilting and withering. Anyone who was this in tune with nature was bound to quickly notice the ailing state of the plant... one that had undoubtedly been perfectly healthy upon being brought into the classroom. She began to feel slightly like Rappaccinni's Daughter, waiting for everything around her to begin dying from her own apparently poisonous nature.
She barely noticed Dylan's entry and subsequent seating in the desk beside her. At his greeting, she looked up, "[blue]Good day, Mister cooper.[/blue]" She thought the words might have come out slightly more harshly than she had intended, but then, she figured she had reason enough to be tense. The sooner she was out of the classroom and back among things she couldn't inadvertantly kill, the happier she would be.
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Post by Keaira O'Connell on Aug 30, 2008 0:27:03 GMT -5
Arithmancy…
There were few classes that Keaira actually disliked, and for the past few months, Arithmancy had been one of them. She had loved Arithmancy for the past few years, but there were simply far too many bad emotions associated with the class now. Dien was… more than just a teacher. He was a friend, a companion, and she knew that it was partially her fault that he was dead. The fact that they had finally found a suitable person to replace him had made his death seem much more final than it was before. Dien Saerlen was dead, really dead, and there was nearly no chance that he would be coming back one day.
The realization had dawned on her only this morning, when she gathered her books for her classes, and packed them among the book bag that this would be the hardest class she had ever taken. The day had progressed slowly with each class bringing her another step closer to the confrontation with this replacement as it was. And as she traveled through the halls with Zane by her side, she wanted nothing more than to run away, and hide somewhere else during the class. Yet, as her anxiety rose, she felt the calming effect that Zane had on her. As they approached the classroom, he squeezed her hand, softly, reassuringly, and then pushed through the door.
The classroom was… different. It was nothing like she had remembered, and that realization panged her deeply. This new professor was nothing like Dien had been, and so there was much to be wary of. As her eyes scanned the room, she heard Zane’s joking comment. It was meant in good humor, but there was little that she would manage to do to reciprocate his jesting. She gave a weak smile to him, and moved towards the backer half of the classroom, following his motion.
Normally her preference of location in a classroom was the second row, as Zane, and most of the student population was aware of. Today, in this class however, she wanted to be further back. The least amount of contact she shared with the professor the better. It seemed odd that the class would be this green but she left it few thoughts, and simply started removing her books, quill, and multicolored inks from her bag.
Annabelle Adams a Slytherin girl she knew from around sat down next to Zane only a few short moments after they had taken their seats. Keaira wasn’t entirely sure how much she liked the girl, but as of yet, the girl had not done anything malicious to her. Knowing that there would be far too many questions, and few answers she would be willing to give the girl if she had asked if she was alright Keaira had decided on the path of acting as if she was fine. She smiled to Annabelle, nothing overly friendly, or enthusiastic, just the same smile she had always given, and said a simple, “Hi Annabelle.” Annabelle continued to talk to Zane, an action that Keaira was not fond of, but she allowed it to occur anyway. Although she did lay her hand on Zane’s leg, drawing small circles with her middle finger, on the lower part of his thigh. An action that she knew Alessandro would not see, but there was no doubt that Annabelle would have a full view, and would certainly grasp its meaning.
“Yeah, with a set up like this, I’m not sure what to expect. Nothing like what I’ve ever had for Arithmancy.”
Her head, turned away from the other girl, and faced the front of the class, just in time to see Dylan glancing back at them. She momentarily wondered if he had caught the movements of her hand. However, she decided that it didn’t matter to her that much, and smiled softly to Dylan, and returned the barest of nods to the boy. With any luck she would make it through this class sane… At least she had Zane by her side to help her through it.
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Post by scarlettcooper on Aug 30, 2008 15:32:56 GMT -5
As with every new class, Scarlett used her new method of finding the room. This time she had begun from her common room on the seventh floor. She'd gotten so used to her sudden streaks of luck that she hadn't left quite as much time as she usually did. After searching the top three floors to no avail, she started to get worried.
Scarlett tried to recall if she'd ever heard or seen anything about it's location but nothing could come to mind. All she knew was that it was taught by another new professor. She liked having professors who were as new as she was. It was more comfortable, but it also meant there would be no work she needed to make up.
After another floor and a half of no luck, she wished she knew what time it was. Being late to the first day of a class she would probably have no friends in was not something she wanted to do. That brought about another issue. Where would she sit? She'd met very few people and seemed to hardly have any classes with them. Scarlett knew she should probably try talking to more people. She wasn't going to make friends just sitting around. But Scarlett didn't like approaching people. She had no trouble talking to new acquaintances like old friends, but she always had a hard time taking that first step.
Now reaching the second floor, Scarlet began to wonder if she'd missed the classroom. What would she do if she didn't find it? There was no doubt then that she would be late. Before she could start to worry too much though, she suddenly found herself outside of the Arithmancy classroom. She breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the room.
Her relief was cut short as she saw a room that looked more like a greenhouse than anything. It wasn't possible that she somehow got out to the greenhouses, right? Did they have some sort of indoor greenhouse? For winter maybe? She couldn't even see a professor. The desk was so covered in plants and such.
Her eyes fell upon the words on the board. 'Yes, this is Arithmancy. Please have a seat.' The words made Scarlett smile and she held back a small laugh. Finally - someone who understood. Already she liked this new professor, though she wondered when he would enter the classroom.
Now assured about her location, she turned her attention to the seating issue. As usual, she had not really met anyone in the class. There was a group of three students in the back and a larger group in the front. None were in her house and she really couldn't be sure who - if any - were in her year. Frowning slightly, Scarlett kept her head down and walked a little quicker than usual to a seat off to the side in the third row. She seemed so clearly the outcast. With a sigh, she began to unpack her things and desperately hoped someone she at least faintly knew would join her.
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Post by antontarasov on Sept 1, 2008 0:33:33 GMT -5
The Seventh year Ravenclaw confidently strode down the halls of Hogwarts on his way toward his Arithmacy class. Although his facial expressions not showing much conceitedness, his footsteps were long and relaxed; casually displaying confidence. His facial expressions also revealed merely more focus, as if he was in a deep thought process that required a great deal of concentration. Such a theme would make it awkward for someone to approach him; as he seemed very much set on what he was currently pondering. That was perhaps why his journey to his classroom was spent in silence, but since Anton was so far off from himself, he did not even notice it. Instead he took one large footstep at a time, lightly gripping his bag with his arm.
As he approached the doorway, several figures came into his vision; only becoming more clear as he entered further. He recognized three members of his Ravenclaw Quidditch team: Katherine Knightswood, Dylan Cooper, and Alessandro Darko; all three served as figures who invoked a special interest with Anton, particularly the last. But he had to watch his own behavior equally when it came to the other two individuals...Cooper was Darko's close friend...and his own Quidditch captain. Knightswood...well Knightswood was amusing, too amusing when it came to Anton's opinion of her. She despised him, which of course, was probably because of his teasing and annoying behaviors around the younger first year. However, her cold politeness only invoked more of a teasing side to him. However, he knew that he needed to cut back on the teasing when it came to her...he did not want to come off as a bully around Darko and Cooper...or, at least for today.
Upon entering the room, Anton quickly went into formalities, addressing those he knew. "Darko; Cooper." He said with a nod, attempting to make brief eye contact with both of them. He then set his sights on Katherine. "Knightswood." His address to her was given with a slight smile, barely detectable but still there. But as Anton allowed his eyes to scan the rest of the room, he realized also that he recognized even more individuals; or at least their faces, if not their names. One in particular was D'rorah Philosophy, a very intelligent girl of his age and Prefect of his class. He did not offer her a hello, but gave her a slight nod; that of acknowledgment.
Next Anton realized the appearance of his teacher, coming into slight shock as his eyes widened on sight. He quickly realized his fault, and forced himself back into a casual look. But Anton was not used to his Professor's sporting such a look; this one, in particular, looked as if he had been living in an Enchanted Forest for quite some time. It wasn't customary. Feeling somewhat awkward about his quick and barely noticeable expression of surprise, part of him felt required to say something. "And, hello, Professor." He concluded, deciding now that it would probably be best if he took a seat.
He decided to settle down in the row near Alessandro Darko, but not too close. He still needed to keep his focus, but would not allow himself to become too friendly too quickly; casual friendliness would work better in this environment. He was close enough to carry on a conversation with Darko if needed be, but far enough that it wasn't required in formalities. Anton also was somewhat close to a younger Gryffindor, a girl he had not seen before. His eyes lingered on her for a second, taking in and analyzing her appearance. All around, she was quite pretty, but looked somewhat flustered in his eyes. After coming to this conclusion, he looked away, setting his sights on something else.
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Post by parisnowan on Sept 4, 2008 17:22:50 GMT -5
Strolling down the hallways of Hogwarts, quite content with the idea of her destination, Paris made her way to her first day of class with her new Professor in Arithmacy. Although the thought of starting anew with a class created some sort of intrigued thought process within Paris, she mostly brushed the thought aside and didn't think much of the change. Just another sort of homework; nothing to hold her thought process or ponder over. She brushed through the doorway, ignoring the current situation of her surrounding; obviously primarily only concerned with her own thought process and attitudes.
Her eyes quickly met Annabelle's and she naturally walked towards her, not even taking a second to pause. She smiled narcisstically to herself, setting her bag down upon her desk and taking a hand to her hair to fix it before acknowledging the other two Slytherins with a look. She settled down into her seat gracefully, also quite quickly, but not in a rush. Although she wasn't exactly best buddies with Keaira and Zane, she knew them well enough from Quidditch; they were on her team. Bishop was a new recruit to the team, showing good skill for having so little time to practice. And Keaira was quite talented herself, and Paris believed that she owed very much to the Chaser for contributing to Slytherin's recent victory. Paris did well to ignore the history she had with Keaira and simply focused on her talent out on the pitch. It was easier that way; and she liked the younger Slytherin more. Thinking about the past only complicated things...She gave a smile to her teammates before addressing her friend.
"What an...interesting room." She said in a cool, breezy voice. "One must wonder what we will be doing." She smiled slyly at the end of her last statement, thus showing less formality. Now taking the opportunity to scan the room, Paris' eyes wandered. So far, from what she knew, most students in here were Ravenclaws...with the exception of herself and the three students she was sitting by....which was completely fine with her....In the back of her mind she wondered whether or not her look-a-like signed up for this class. Dread filled her mind with the thought of it. She didn't want to have to deal with Lydia, again.
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Post by kairava on Sept 22, 2008 23:40:27 GMT -5
He was late, his leather soled shoes thudding quietly upon the cold stonework of the floor below him as Kai ran to Arithmancy. Never had he been late to so many classes before and even now he could not place why he always seemed to be distracted since arriving at Hogwarts. It was as if there was something that continually wanted to pull him or push him ever so slightly in one direction or another. Even so, he raced toward the classroom in the hopes that he had not missed anything important.
Arithmancy was strangely a topic he found fascinating. Having enjoyed his previous teacher's style at Al'Nirah, his thoughts caught a doubtful edge, "I hope this class will be somewhat interesting." As he slowed his pace and walked quietly into the classroom, so he would not disturb anyone, he could not help but gawk at the scenery. It was green with foliage and prismatically colored as if he were outside in the gardens. After a moment of shock he was bombarded again by the ridiculous outfit of the professor. Taking it all in, he could not help but think, "Ha, well this class already out does the other! Let's just hope it continues..."
Finding an empty seat near the entrance way, Kai sat down and waited for class to begin as he smiled and nodded to the other students who payed him any mind.
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