Professor Kijewski
April 29, 2005 3:32 PM
Year 2, Lesson 1 (part 1) by Professor Kijewski
Kiva stood by her outside area for her classroom and watched her second years approach. They seemed a bit calmer than the first years had been. They were already used to the routine of classes, so they should do fairly easily within her class. The breeze was still as harsh as ever and the sun seemed to want to melt her away. She had removed her royal robes and stood in a black t-shirt and khaki pants.She waited patiently for the students to settle, her smile firmly placed on her freckled face. Her brown curls were still pulled into a short ponytail at the top of her head, but sweat beads were visible on her hair line. She vaguely wondered if any of the students were disappointed that their previous professor of COMC was no longer there and that she had replaced her. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, another gust of wind ripped through them and she patiently waited it out. “Good afternoon class. I am Professor Kijewski, however, you may call me Professor K. or Kiva if my last name is too hard for you.” She smiled sweetly at them before continuing, “Feel free to get as comfortable as you’d like, this class will be a bit more informal than your others. However, the first part of this lesson will be notes, so be sure to have a quill and parchment ready. Now, today we will be discussing these,” She turned around and pulled out a small box with holes in it. The box itself was moving visibly in her hands. She set the box down and looked around at her students. After a moment, she pulled the box opened and gently removed the creature within it.
It looked like a normal dog to just about anyone; a Jack Russell Terrier to be exact. She watched the students’ reactions to the dog before continuing, “This is a crup. Crups originated in the southeast of England. These creatures are fiercely loyal to their Wizard owner while being rather ferocious to any muggle. They are wonderful at scavenging and usually eat gnomes.” She paused here to wait out the harsh breeze and looked around once more at her students to make sure everyone was still paying attention. “If you wish to have a crup, you must take a test with the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures to prove that you are capable of caring for these creatures in muggle-inhabited areas.” She paused once more and picked up the small dog.
“Everyone gather closer.” She placed the crup in the midst of the students. “Feel free to play with him. Just be careful of any Chizpurfle as they have a tendency to invade Crups and can destroy wands if they get to close.” She thought of something just then and walked to her large bag of supplies, “In fact, let’s study Rutter. Everyone take one of these, “She handed each of the students a magnifying glass, “See if you can spot anything. While we are doing that, can anyone tell me how to tell the difference between a crup and a non-magical dog? It’s okay if you can’t.”
OOC: I'm not looking for any right answers or any of that, so don't worry. However, I am looking at how well you write a response. Make sure each post is at least 2 paragraphs long, 5 sentences each. I know you all know how to do this, but I just wanted to remind you. Good luck, and have fun!
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Subthreads: It just <i>had</i> to be dogs, huh? by Mia with Tally Adams
this bites (if you're not careful) by The ones they warned you about with Do I really need an introduction?, Professor Kijewski, Stephen
Crups by Jake
watching by Zack Dill with Jenna Howard
Finally, a class were we might know something. by Zoey and Dillon
ATTENTION 2ND YEARS!!! (Part 2) by Professor Kijewski with Zack Dill, Mia, The Cravens
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April 30, 2005 2:36 PM
this bites (if you're not careful) by The ones they warned you about
The Cravens weren't sure what to make of Care of Magical Creatures. On the one hand, there were dragons, and Chimeras and other stuff that was cool and might eat you. On the other, there was fluffy stuff that was 'cute' to look at and which you were expected to coo over. As they were younger, the chances of getting something truly dangerous was limited, but - as there was a new teacher - they were approaching the class with open minds. In other words, they hadn't actively decided to play the teacher around, though they were more than willing to test to how far she could be pushed before she lost it/burst into tears if there wasn't anything else to keep them occupied in the lesson.The professor passed the first test, just about, in that she was wearing scruffy clothes and didn't look all fussed over her hair, cos it was just shoved up in a ponytail. Of course, these things were to be expected from a 'Creatures professor. She gained brownie points as she told them they could call her by her first name if they wanted (they would have called her 'Professor K' even if she hadn't said they could). It wasn't that her last name was too hard for them, it just made her cool. She also told them class was informal and they could get comfy... She didn't seem to be too bad. The twins stretched out on their stomachs, pulling out parchment, quills and ink so as not to be told off, rather than to actually work. They scribbled away when they thought Kiva was looking. By the end of her lecture, Sorrel had got down 'vishous little blighters' and Ash had 'Eat nomes.'
As Kiv called them forward, both kids abandoned their notes to look at the crup. It wasn't that they were overly interested (it was cool in that it savaged Muggles, but it was basically just a dog) but it was better than sitting still and quiet.
"Wonder if it'll be so fond of wizards if I whack it on the nose..." said Ash, taking the magnifying glass he was handed. "Poke-a, poke-a!" he laughed, tapping the crup's nose lightly with the handel of his magnifier. It looked perplexed and licked its nose, backing off slightly. Ash went to poke it again, and the puppy nipped playfully at his magnifier's handle.
"Whoa!" said Ash, jerking his hand back. Sorrel made to poke at its hip, snatching her hand away just before it tried to nip at her. She did this several times, causing the puppy to gamble around in circles.
"It don't seem so vicious," she commented, laughing. "It looks more like it's chasing its... Hey, it ain't got a tail!" she said, inadvertently answering Kiva's question. Not wanting to be out done by his sister, Ash tried to think of something else about the crup that was different.
"I guess it can tell the difference between Muggles and wizards, if it mauls Muggles right?" he said, rather lamely, "Hey, if the wizard what owned it was related to Muggles, and it's loyal to the wizard, right, would it attack their family?" He didn't exactly sound disturbed by this. If anything, he seemed more... hopeful.
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Do I really need an introduction?
May 02, 2005 9:54 AM
Ah, but the real question is, does it make a nice hat? by Do I really need an introduction?
Stephen had followed along behind his friends Sorrel and Ash as they trailed over to where the class was being held, fidgeting with his brown baseball cap every three or four steps. If it wasn't that the angle was wrong, it was that the sun was in his eyes or that the brim was rubbing his skin uncomfortably, or that a bit of sweat caused by that walk through the warm outside air was dripping down, and in wiping it away he would knock his hat again. He pulled it off, frowning, then pulled it back on again, this time backwards. After squinting for another three or four seconds he pulled it back around the right way. By this stage they had apparently arrived at the class.Frowning slightly, he pulled at the neck of his green school robes, dragging his finger around it, trying to get some air between himself and the material as he flopped down beside Sorrel. The professor this year looked a bit different to last years; and she didn't have one of those crazy cat critters with her. Stephen felt momentarily disappointed as she started to speak before being distracted by her name. He considered whispering to Sorrel, asking if he had heard right. Was her name really Professor Coujyouski? It seemed a bit weird, especially considering how hot things were at the moment. Kind of like her name was mocking them with its frosty imagery.
He tried to think of it, to think of snow... someone or other had mentioned that if you thought of it being cool it was. It didn't work.
And then she said the magic words.
Taking them to heart, Stephen shifted back onto his feet for a second, shucking off his too hot robes, and tossing them aside. A moment later, they were joined by his sneakers. Seconds after that one sock, and then another took up position on top of the pile.
He flopped back down on his stomach, knees bent and toes wriggling in the air. It wasn't much cooler, but it was a definite improvement. Absently fiddling with the neck of his t-shirt (sweat plus collars equalled itch) he caught sight of a box. A moving box. A box that was moving by itself.
"What's in there?" he called, even as the Professor started to answer the question. A little doggie was pulled out of the box, and Stephen wondered what was going on. It was one thing being presented with a cat, and being told that it was in fact not a cat, but a sneezle - or a keneezle, or something like that - but now they were bringing in dogs and saying they were magical too? It didn't look magical... leastways, it didn't look magical from here...
And what did it matter? It was a dog, and Stephen knew what to do with dogs. Dogs were there to be played with! This little guy, he reckoned, would really go for a game of catch. So, while his friends besides him scribbled away as far as he was aware, Stephen looked around him for a stick. A stick that wasn't his wand. Or Sorrel's because she would kill him. Or Ash's, because Sorrel would kill him. Spotting a suitable stick behind him, Stephen surrupticiously picked it up while the Professor Ski mentioned something about muggles. A moment later, a particularly harsh gust almost took his cap right off his head. Dropping the stick in his haste, Stephen pulled the cap off and stuck it under his shoe for safekeeping, snatching the stick back up again before he moved back into his previous position.
The professor was saying something about a department.
Stephen was trying out a high pitched whistle. Owen, a boy who lived around the block from Stephen, had this cool whistle that made all the dogs in the neighbourhood come running. Stephen and his friends had all had a go at it, and tried to hear the sound that the dogs heard, but none of them could make out anything except Jimmy, and Darren - who lived three doors down on the other side of the road - reckoned that it was all because Jimmy's ears were big and they let the sound echo about more.
For his first effort, Stephen managed was a great deal of air. Second time around he got some sound, but that wasn't what he wanted. He continued trying to get it right, even as the others went up into a huddle around the professor and the dog, but got his interest perked up when he spotted something being handed out.
He stuck the stick into the back pocket of his cargo shorts, and pushed his way forward. The magnifying glass he found himself presented with looked fairly ordinary. But then, apparently this pup which looked fairly ordinary too wasn't. He reached in, scratching the dog's ears and then looking at them through the magnifying glass before Ash and Sorrie set the dog to moving around.
Laughing slightly at their antics, Stephen moved around the circle a bit, stopping as Sorrel spoke up.
"She's right!" he said, astonished. "Where's his tail? Did you chop it off? Poor guy having no tail." How could the little fella show he was happy without a tail to wag? It seemed a cruel and hard thing to do to a dog.
Stephen moved back to the outskirts of the crowd and pulled the stick. Then, giving up attempting the high pitch, he let rip with a piercing whistle. From amongst the crowd of his classmates, Stephen could just see the ears perk up. He grinned. Least he could do was let the dog be a dog, even if he didn't have a tail.
"Here boy, fetch!"
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Professor Kijewski
May 07, 2005 7:59 PM
how about NOT terrorizing the creatures? by Professor Kijewski
Kiva stood off to the side watching all the students. She pulled out her notebook and pen (both things muggle, but both she thought to easier when studying living things than a parchment, ink, and quill) and started jotting down notes of the various students and their interactions with the crup.She noted those students who ventured over to the creature and interacted with it (even if that was poking at it) and those who had no interaction with it at all, but chose to stay off to the side and watch everyone else. She wouldn't mark them off for not touching the crup or anything like that. Kiva knew that few people actually wished to be around creatures, hard as it was for her to accept, she still had to acknowledge it.
She perked up and stopped her note writing when she heard one of the students answer her question. Probably not on purpose, but the question was answered. Shortly after that, another student spoke up, "That's correct...Miss?" Kiva said to the female, "Crups are born with a fork like tail. So, when they are born, the Wizarding family has to take them to have their tails removed in order to keep suspicion off of them." Kiva replied, turning her attention to the question the boy raised,
"That's right. Crups have the ability to sniff out muggles. Most wizards or witches who have muggle relatives can train their crups to behave themselves in their presence. However, I cannot guarentee their muggle relatives' safety." Kiva replied to him with a smirk.
Her eyes wandered over to the boy who had taken off his shoes and socks. He was an odd one, but she chose to ignore it. It was rather hot. He had wanted to play fetch with Rutter, she was fine with that, so long as Rutter didn't get too attached to the boy. Kiva didn't think the person who allowed her to use Rutter would be all to pleased if Rutter refused to go back home.
However, her anxiety raised a bit when she saw the crup tore after the stick as it was carried away with the wind. She hadn't wanted it to stray too far from the group. Kiva lifted her left hand (her dominent hand) to her lips, placing her index finger and thumb on either side of her mouth and blew. Her whistle was loud and demanding of everyone's attention, though she was only aiming for the crup's. Rutter stopped long enough to look back at her curiously before returning his chase with the stick.
Once he claimed the stick to be his, Rutter ran back to the boy who threw it. He teased the boy by running around in circles around his feet as if daring the boy to chase him.
Kiva sighed impatiently, "Try not to throw it too far." She called out to the boy, "As for everyone else, the rest of the lesson is for you to study the crup."\n\n
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May 07, 2005 8:48 PM
I'm not - I'm making friends. by Stephen
Stephen grinned in delight when he spotted the dog-critter running to him, stick in mouth. He wasted no time, mock-chasing the dog around, trying to get ahold of the stick again, but also enjoying the chase because chasing was fun. He tried to remember the dog's name, but other than the fact that it had started with an 'R' and was a silly name, he couldn't quite recall it. It needed a proper dog type name anyhow."Come on Rover," he cajoled, darting forward and sideways to head him off in his latest circle. "Gimme the stick, there's a good boy. You want me to throw it again? Do ya? Yeah? I know you do, 'cause you're a good dog aren't you, and you love to play 'cause that's what dogs are for."
He managed to get ahold of one end of the stick and had a great tug of war match with Rover over possession where neither seemed to have the advantage. Then, feeling it was definitely time to get the stick airborn again he stopped pulling for a second, then yanked it away from Rover when Rover loosed his grip to make an adjustment to his hold.
Laughing, Stephen launched the stick into the air again. "Fetch, Rover! Fetch!"
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