Professor Kijewski
December 30, 2005 1:24 AM
Year 2, Lesson 2 by Professor Kijewski
Kiva had just sent off the last of the students from her previous lesson and had placed the creature back into it’s appropriate carrier before setting up the lesson for her second years. She washed down her desk and set up a large box and a smaller box beside that. Next to those boxes, Kiva set a stack of pre-made assignment sheets down and then leaned against her desk to await he arrival of her students. She had been able to charm the classroom as she saw fit. The ground was a mimic to the grounds outside, with an occasional flower or tree littered the classroom, but the resemblance to the clearing outside was remarkable.Once everyone was there, she had the student closest to the door close it before starting the lesson. “Good Afternoon everyone, I’m so glad to see you were all able to find the classroom without much difficulty. We should be in this room until the weather can be sorted out.” Kiva informed them with a pleasant grin on her face. Now, if only she knew when exactly that would be. “Today we will be discussing bow-truckles.” She indicated the large box. “Everyone come gather round and have a good look at them.” Kiva said, stepping behind her desk and opening up the top of the box to show a bunch of small tree-dwellers with two long sharp fingers on each hand, brown eyes, and a flat faced little stickman made of bark and twigs.
Kiva opened up the smaller box that seemed to be filled with moving rice. “This is wood lice and are what Bow-truckles feed off of.” Kiva told them and then tossed in a handful of wood lice for the creatures to eat. “They also enjoy fairy eggs. These creatures are found mainly in western England, southern Germany, and Scandinavia. They serve as tree-guardians for the tree their home is located, which often happen to be wood used for wands.” Kiva spoke to them while tossing in another handful of lice. “As you can see, their fingers are like that to make digging into the wood much easier for them while they search for food, but they are also used as sufficient weapons to keep intruders at bay. Bow-truckles are usually peaceful creatures, but will attacked if provoked. A witch or wizard seeking to take leaves or wood from a bow-truckle inhabited tree should offer wood lice or fairy eggs to the creature to distract it first.” Kiva said before giving a breath.
“I would like for all of you to work in pairs. Yes, yes, I know the dreaded partners..” Kiva said as she heard some people protest. “If there is an odd number, let me know and I’ll see what I can do. Once you have a partner, I want you to come grab one of these assignments for each of you,” Kiva held up one of the assignments. The parchment had a wonderfully drawn picture of a bow-truckle on it. “and one bow-truckle between the two of you. Make sure to take plenty of wood lice. I want you and your partner to label each part of the bow-truckle. Feel free to use your books for any help that you need. If you have any questions, raise your hand.”
OOC: Alright, you guys know the drill. Three paragraphs per post, 3 to 5 sentences to each paragraph. Use as much detail as you can and have lots of fun with the labeling and the group work with the bow-truckle.
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Dillon and Zoey Welsh
January 03, 2006 4:29 PM
Lesson by Dillon and Zoey Welsh
Zoey waited for Dillon outside of Cascade Hall. They usually always ended up going to class together, which was just fine with Zoey as she hardly knew anyone to begin with. Though, she was leaning towards the fact that Dillon was growing impatient with having her tag along all the time with him. Not that he ever said anything.Dillon came around the corner and spotted his sister waiting for him. He gave her a wave over and waited a few seconds until she grew level with him. "We're in a classroom, there was a notice on the bullentin board." Dillon said, his voice sounding slightly down. Zoey nodded and they moved off for the classroom together.
When they arrived to the class, Dillon and Zoey both walked into the classroom with their jaws touching their knees. It was like they were outside! Even the trees seemed real. They had never seen such a thing before. Dillon grinned widely, "Now this is wicked." Zoey had to nod in agreement.
They sat themselves down and listened as Professor K. greeted them. They were discussing bowtruckles...which meant absolutely nothing to the two of them. Zoey raised an eyebrow to Dillon as the two of them stood and made their way over to the desk. Dillon had read about these creatures, but the picture in their text book wasn't nearly descriptive enough. These things were brilliant looking.
"We're studying sticks?" Zoey asked him in a hushed tone. Dillon shushed her and listened as the Professor explained the bowtruckles. Zoey looked on as the moving (gross, she wasn't going to be touching those) rice was fed to the now moving sticks. Why were magical creatures so strange? Honestly, she couldn't see why they couldn't have normal creatures like cats, no, they had to have kneazles or crups or moving sticks that eat moving rice.
Zoey sighed once the assignments were given out and grabbed two sheets of parchment while Dillon (who had read all about these sorts of things with his bizzarre love for animals in general) grabbed a handful of lice and gently picked up a bowtruckle. Once they had what they needed, the two of them sat off to the side and put their heads together.
"Well, this things got a head, is it called something special?" Zoey asked her brother.
"No, just a head. And these are arms with two sharp fingers for protection." Dillon added, his small sribbles appeared on his assignment. They continued to add onto their assignment, often using their books for reference until they could no longer think of anything else to label. Once they were finished, they took to staring at the creature with interest (Zoey only mildly). "These things are amazing. Ever wonder why we've never seen one before now?"
"Maybe because they frequent over in Europe and not in the small villages of Vermont?" Zoey guessed sarcastically.
"But if you think about it, just because they frequent there doesn't mean that aren't around here." Dillon argued.
"Fine, Dill, fine." Zoey said with a roll of her eyes, which only caused Dillon to frown at her. There attention returned to the bowtruckle and stayed there until they heard a scream on the other side of the room. Zoey didn't know the girl, but Dillon knew she was in his house.
"Poor guy." Dillon said quietly about the bowtruckle.
"Poor girl." Zoey said, indicating Kaylie.\n\n
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