Professor Murphy

April 22, 2007 3:25 PM
Rois Murphy, a woman in her fifties, a woman who had lived a long and wonderful life, was standing in the center of the clearing waiting for the first of the students to arrive. From the information left to her from the previous Care of Magical Creatures Professor, the one she was replacing until further notice, it seemed as though most classes were broken up so as to experience the different creatures at levels that their age can handle.

Seemed reasonable enough, but Rois liked to teach all ages while they interacted with one another. It was entertaining and a wonderful learning experience for all.

There was also mentions of contacts who knew of the situation and were waiting to find which creatures Rois would be requesting. The list of those contacts, address, and the creatures they had available were waiting in the office for Rois to decide. It was nice being the one to decide what to teach and not having everything set and prepared for her. Most substitutes had to go strictly by what was left by the previous Professor. It was rare to have such freedoms.

Rois was not a fragile woman by any means. She had always had an active life. White hair down to her chin, grey eyes hinting at amusement, body small, but aggressive in stance. She was a mother and a grandmother, she could handle even the worst of them This was going to be a new lesson for them all. All the classes together with a new Professor. It was supposed to be fun.

When the students were to enter the clearing, the first thing they would see was more likely going to be her, but what should really catch their attention was the golden foal unicorn that was standing beside her. "Good Afternoon everyone!" Rois greeted them. "My name is Professor Murphy and I'll be your new Care of Magical Creatures teacher for the time being. I'm not sure how your previous professor conducted her classes, so I'm just going to tell you a few rules that I have." Rois shot a stern look at a couple of students who were snickering.

"There will be no talking unless there is a project and I allow you time to work on it. You are to wear proper attire while in this class for your own protection. You are to listen to everything that I say when it comes to handle the creatures. I don't want to have to worry about loss of limb." Rois smiled, her Maine accent was thick, but she figured they could understand her just fine.

"Now, this beautiful creature is called a foal. It's a female unicorn. Unicorns are the purest of creatures. They are what oose innocence. Often times, they are hunted for all the wrong reasons. Their horns can be found in some potions and their tail hair in wands. Their blood, however, can give longevitity. However, it is against Wizard's law to slay a Unicorn or use it's blood. Now, unfortunately, they are only really comfortable around the females, so I would like for the girls in the class to get in a line to pet the creatures. Boy, if you'd be so kind as to stand a bit back and take notes, that would be wonderful."

OOC: Some of you may be aware of where Kiva is during all this, but IC, your characters should have no information on that. Keep your posts at least a minimum of 2 paragraphs, 10 sentences each. Be creative and make sure you stay in character!
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Paul (and some Cissy) Tarwater

April 27, 2007 5:23 AM
Paul stuffed his hands into the pockets of his black slacks as he entered the room with Cissy. The two had the look o siblings. The same black hair and cold blue eyes. The pale skin, and the angry disposition. Cissy's was crueller though, a bit undirected at the moment, which was why Paul said nothing to her on the whole walk here. She was showing her anger recently and it wasn't a good thing. It meant she could hurt Paul in public if she wanted. Which wasn't good at all for Paul. He had made the mistake of asking what was wrong with her before.

"What's wrong with you?" he'd asked while picking her up on her way from Pecari. Mother had recently sent a letter saying to watch her, and Paul felt something was up. A familiy secret that he wasn't invited to share. Apparently not since Cissy had smacked him in the face, but not as hard as usual. Paul knew something was especially wrong when tears stung her eyes and she quickly tried to hide them.

Paul's face was still red from Cissy when they got into the class, and the young girl quickly stood, surrounded by people, making it positive--by the fact that there were no seats left--her older brother wasn't invited to anymore. Paul didn't mind, Cissy was going to slowly inch away from them anyway. And Paul was fine standing alone as well. Which was what he did.

Professor K was gone, that was already established being an Aladren. She wasn't gone, but she just wasn't here for now. But Paul was fairly sure she'd come back. At least she'd hoped Professor K would come back. Especially since this woman seemed completely sexist, as did these damned unicorns. What was the point of standing in the back? If the Head of Aladren was here, she wouldn't do this to them. Even if she did teach unicorns, she'd probably use more of her own time to help teach the boys something useful about them.

Angrily, he watched Cissy walk up to one of the unicorns, hoping she would hurt the unicorn. Not just to show that she wasn't so sweet, but also to show the unicorn that females weren't always the one you should trust.
Paul had had enough of this sexist class. Here, he didn't even care if he was seen leaving. He'd just tell this new professor that she was being sexist (which was actually against the law), and Paul shouldn't be forced to stand a whole lesson not learning a thing while his sister stood there not giving a care to the unicorn licking her hand (instead she glared daggers at the thing, wanting to kill it).

As Paul turned to walk out, he felt someone grab ahold of his shoulder, and Paul turned to give the teacher a piece of his mind. Only to see it was a student who had grabbed his arm to resist falling...
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Hannah Laurent

April 30, 2007 4:41 PM
As Hannah approached the place of their Care of Magical Creatures lesson was being held, she looked around with confusion. Why were there older students here and so many of them? She didn't like it at all. It meant she was more likely to be shoved out of the way, even if they didn't mean to, simply because she was petite, even for a first year.

Rather than trying to fight her way through, the blonde girl in low pigtails stayed behind it all. It was easier than getting bruised and she doubted it would be anything that she couldn't find out about later, but of course, that was before she heard the magical word - unicorn. Giving a small squeal, Hannah tried to squirm through the older students. Unfortunately, not seeming to notice her, one bumped her rather roughly, causing her to step back too quickly. It seemed a chain reaction, as she then tripped over her own sneakers and grabbed the arm of a nearby student.

Righting herself quickly with the help of his arm, she could feel the blush coming on, as her cheeks turned a rose in color. She looked at him wide-eyed with pretty blue eyes, feeling incredibly embarrassed over the whole matter. She should say something instead of standing here looking like a social imbecile.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly, biting her lower lip. "Thank you for being there to save me."
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Paul

April 30, 2007 9:30 PM
The little first year who'd grabbed him seemed flushed as Paul allowed her to get up. He didn't mind her much, looking up to find Cissy sneaking out the door. Paul wished he could do the same. Just get out of this sexist room with the stupid unicorns that Paul had no idea how to study when the teacher was just letting them freaking sit around with the girls petting them.

Instead Paul was stuck with the tiny girl who'd fallen on his arm. At least she didn't seem to overactive or hyper. She didn't seem like a Pecari, basically. And that was good enough for Paul so far. "Don't be," he sighed in slight annoyance. "You have to watch out, all the years are here and you're little." Once she was off his arm, Paul placed his hand in his pocket so to avoid physical contact with any of the people in here.

"And I wasn't necessarily here to save you," Paul stated again. "More wanting to get the hell out of this sexist class here and to find out where Professor K is and why she let this woman take over." Paul's free hand mussed his black hair as he looked to the front of the class, meaning where the stupid unicorns were. Which was a while away from the two of them.

"You wanna go pet one of the creatures?" he asked with a heavy sigh.
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Hannah

April 30, 2007 10:59 PM
"It might not have been intentional, but you were there and because you were, you saved me from falling and possibly hurting myself," Hannah answered with a smile of delight, as though it were the most obvious reason in the world.

If she hadn't been in Teppenpaw, she most certainly would have been in Aladren. She was a bright girl, but as such, her brain tended not to function in the way that most others' would. As a result, she tended to say things that others found odd or confusing.

She tilted her head in curiosity at the boy, wondering about his strange behavior. Why did he mess up his hair? Didn't one want it to stay neat if they took the effort to brush it. She touched her own hair in fondness, having taken the time to make it shine. She kept it long, because her mother always told her how beautiful it was, different than the rest of the family with their dark brown.

A small sigh escaped her lips at the thought of her family. She missed them terribly, especially her younger sister, Addie. Next year, next year, she would be here. She couldn't wait and hoped she got into Tepp, as well. Either way, it would be great just having her here, to share secrets once more. She had so many already bottled up inside of her, just waiting to come out. It felt like summer couldn't come soon enough, which was terrible since they were barely in the new year.

Pushing the heavy weight to the back of her mind, she turned her focus back to the boy, wanting to know if she wanted to go see the unicorns. She rewarded him with a smile that went clear to her eyes and made her whole face glow. She really did! She nodded shyly. Would he help her? On purpose this time?

"What's your name?" She asked, curiously. "I'm Hannah."
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Paul

May 05, 2007 2:27 PM
Paul shrugged at the girl's explanation of thanks. "Whatever you say," Paul muttered gently, not able to understand why the girl cared so much that Paul had "saved" her unintentionaly.

Paul looked at a group of boys in the corner, no doubt complaining about the sexism of this teacher. The stupid unicorns and not allowing the boys to do anything. Paul wondered why the teacher combined the classes coed. She could have done one class for girls and another for boys.

Paul ran his hands through his black hair again, it probably looked very messy by now, Paul had been nervous and angry at the same time all morning. What with Cissy walking to class with him and the unicorns, and Cissy getting to run out without him. Paul messed with his hair, fidgeting, when he was feeling negative.

Which was almost all the time. Paul barely realized he did it, but his mother always tried to get him to stop.

The girl, Hannah, nodded when Paul asked if she wanted to see the dumb horses. She seemed so innocent, like the act Cissy always put on for adults. It scared Paul a little, but he tried not to show the suspicion in his eyes. Mentally, he backed away from the girl.

"Paul," he stated warily. "Aladren, what house are you in?" If she was in Pecari, that was it. He was getting the hell out. Paul had bad experience with that lot. If she was Tepp, then he had to place it in his mind that she was nice, and he could stay a while longer. There was no way she was a Crot though, Paul knew that. Nor was she Aladren.

People thought Paul to not notice things, but he did notice a lot more than they did think.
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Hannah

May 05, 2007 2:57 PM
Hannah glanced with longing towards where the unicorn was. She wanted to feel the hair, find out if it was soft and silky, or the unimaginable, rough and dry. Somehow, she doubted it would be the latter. Her attention was drawn back to Paul, though, as he kept messing with his hair and shifting. Most people acted that way when they were nervous. Was he nervous? About her?

She was certainly no one to be nervous about. She was just a first year and a tiny one at that. She doubted she could take anyone on physically and she barely knew any spells yet, and those that she did, she really wouldn't classify in the harmful group. She was about to try and ease his nervousness by saying something. She really wasn't sure what, but something when he beat her to it.

Oh, he was an Aladren! He was smart! She wished she were in Aladren. It would be nice to be known for something other than being pleasant. One could be friendly and be in any house, really.

"Teppenpaw," she stated with a slight pout, her eyes cast downwards for a moment, her long lashes fluttering against slightly full cheeks. Looking back at him, she tried to continue the conversation, "So, what year are you in? I'm a first year."

Best he knew now rather than later. She doubted anyone in the third year or higher would want to associate with a lowly first year.
0 Hannah I'm not most girls 0 Hannah 0 5


Paul

May 07, 2007 5:50 PM
Paul felt behind him to get a feel of where the wall was so he could lean back. He was getting tired just standing and wished there were desks, or at least chairs here so he could rest. Paul had a feeling if he ever made it out of here he would immediately sit the second he was out. And possibly fall asleep in public. He was so tired right now.

Though Paul was unsure why fatigue hit him so quick, he tried to ignore it. What he always did when feeling sick or upset in public. He just pushed it down and put it off as being bored or annoyed. When in reality, Paul was probably just not feeling good, and that was his normal disposition.

Still, Paul felt better (and some of his nervousness lost) when Hannah stated she was in Teppenpaw. Thank Merlin, Paul certainly couldn't deal with another falsely nice Pecari. In fact, Paul was so relieved he looked down and muttered a "thank you" to the floor. And she was a first year too? That was even better, it gave a reason for her creepy innocence.

Though Cissy was also one, and Paul couldn't say she had not a dash of innocence left in her. The scars on his stomach could say it all, really. But if she was in Teppenpaw, and a first year, then she had a better excuse than his sister.

"Second year, probably not much older than you really," Paul shrugged lazily. His birthday was mearly in May, which was about four or five months older than the oldest first years. Cissy was probably one of the youngest first years, being born August of the next year. He looked at the giggling girls at the unicorns, disgusted (even some of the fifth years were going all girly over the horses), then turned back to Hannah.

"You want me to get you up there before I go?" he asked lightly. It wouldn't be that big a deal for Paul. He was fairly weak, but he could always push thorugh crowds.
0 Paul <i>very</i> good thing *pointedly stares at certain girls* 0 Paul 0 5


Hannah

May 07, 2007 11:31 PM
Hannah looked at Paul with a slightly odd expression on her face. His response to the fact that she was in Teppenpaw was certainly...interesting. She officially decided that it had to be the gender. Boys were just plain strange, or maybe it was just the year? She hoped it was just the age. She couldn't really decide though since she hadn't interacted with many of the boys here. Most of the boys back home were probably around Paul's age and they all acted in a bizarre manner. Addie said they didn't act that way around her, so Hannah couldn't imagine why they did around her. Perhaps, it was because she acted differently?

She was surprised to learn that he wasn't much older than her. It seemed everyone was, just because of her size. "When is your birthday?" She wanted to know. "Mine is February. On the seventh." She found herself telling him. She knew that she should probably stop talking, because he probably wouldn't want to know. He was a second year and most likely already had a set of friends.

She was about to apologize for continuing to delay him to whatever endeavor he had intended before she grabbed him when he said the words that made her ears perk up - getting her to the unicorn. Yes, that's what she had wanted the entire time. It's what had caused this interlude. Not that it was so bad. He seemed nice enough.

"You really are my hero," she told him, pleased that he had offer. "I'd really like to. I'm not sure when I'd ever get another opportunity."
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Paul

May 08, 2007 4:44 PM
OOC: So I messed up last time cos they're outdoors, it won't be a wall, it's a tree. Sorry.

BIC: Hannah obviously heard Paul's thankfulness at her being in... well pretty much not in Pecari. Not that Paul cared, let the girl think he was odd. Nearly everyone here did. Because he was, at least so he thought. Which child his age was trying to get a job so bad after all? Well, he had special circumstances, what with his father always losing his.

Birthday? She wanted to know his birthday? That was fairly odd. Paul shrugged. "May the seventeenth." Paul had been glad to see that his golden birthday would be when he was of age. Maybe luck would turn around for him then. Paul found himself shaking his black hair once more when Hannah's eyes perked up at his offer.

Paul was taken aback. Okay, that was weird. But not Cissy-weird, so Paul could pretty much deal with it. So Paul grabbed her arm, as gently as he could not really knowing the proper way to touch someone and pulled her slowly behind him as he ducked through the crowd. Blushing lightly when she'd called him a hero. Paul was never called a hero.

People were crowding, but easily pushed away with only a glare. "Be careful," he muttered, as someone had taken to pushing him back. It was an older student, and Paul knew if he was strong enough he would punch the person back. There was a clearing up frount where the boys stayed back watching the girls crowd more around the unicorns.

"I don't know if I can go any farther without the teacher shooting me," Paul stated casually afterward, looking over at Hannah.
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Hannah

May 08, 2007 6:50 PM
Hannah made a mental note of Paul's birthday. If by some chance they became friends, she wanted to make sure to remember the date. Birthdays were always such an important event. It was a special day just for that person to celebrate their entrance into this world. And because it was such an important date, she knew that she would feel bad if a friend forgot hers, as such she tried to remember others' birthdays.

While she was filing the information away, Paul took her by the arm. She knew it was to help her, but it was still a bit awkward, both on the position and the personal front. To take care of the position, she adjusted herself, but it did nothing for the personal. Being a bit of a tomboy, despite being little, she wasn't used to being touched, except for roughhousing, which had caused her to tense slightly, but as he pulled her along, she began to relax.

He had already challenged an older year for being aggressive, and in an odd way, it made her feel safe. It seemed odd, considering it also brought about the impression of a bit of a darker side, but she did. She liked having someone looking out for her, even if they did it by accident, like saving her from falling.

Unfortunately, they had reached the spot where they had to part ways. She nodded in understanding. She knew he couldn't go any further. Unicorns didn't like males, which was kind of interesting. She wondered if it was all males or just human ones. She would have to remember to ask the professor after class, unless someone else asked first.

"Thanks, again, for helping me," she started, her toe digging in the dirt, her hands clasped behind her back. "Um...so...are you leaving then?"

If he was, she at least wanted to make sure to say goodbye. There was something just that felt wrong without an ending, something, even if it was an 'I'll see you later.'
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