Professor Lorraine Taylor

July 07, 2009 11:13 AM
The Charms classroom was bare except for three long, black laboratory tables in the centre. The room was still carpeted—a signal that the Advanced Charms students would not be using fire that day—but there were no seats to be found. It was Lorraine Taylor’s very firm belief that her students should not be performing labs while seated. Such a thing would be a detriment to their learning. Or at least, that’s what the middle-aged Charms professor assured herself as she propped her hands on her hips, looked around the classroom, then opened the door from half a room a way with a decisive flick of her wand.

Sooner rather than later (the students had finally learned after dealing with her as a teacher for several years), the sixth and seventh years entered her classroom. Since they had elected to take this class post-testing, Lorraine worked under the occasionally incorrect assumption that they all wanted to be there, and acted accordingly. Some years that meant a test of their abilities in unexpected or unprecedented ways. The woman pushed a strand of grey-blonde hair out of her face, watching the students filter in to their lab table of choice. They had become accustomed to such things by now. Lorraine was by no means an easy teacher, but she could confidently say that she prepared the students well not only for their end-of-seventh-year tests, but also for future life.

Today, a myriad of materials were piled on the lab tables. Boxes of spaghetti, bags of marshmallows, containers of Magical Strength Glue, rolls of aluminum foil. For any truly creative student, there were more materials in Lorraine’s cabinet that they would be free to use.

Once all the students had arrived, Lorraine began the class by beginning speaking. It was late November and somewhat chilly in the room; mentally, she reminded herself to fetch her new cloak after this lesson. Alternatively she could heat her room...but that would just be wasteful.

“Good afternoon, class,” the woman greeted them with a slight smile. “Today, you will make a bridge. You may use anything on the lab tables or in my cabinet. It must support at least the weight of that cauldron,” Lorraine gestured to a corner of the room, where a cauldron sat, filled almost to the brim with a particularly unpleasant looking, green, gloppy substance. “And trust me, you don’t want to spill that.” On that note, the professor decided that she should fetch that cloak, and promptly exited the room. She would be back shortly, of course, but the woman did not expect her students to ask many questions of her. They knew better by now; she was, after all, more wont to encourage them to collaborate rather than actually answering most questions.
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Alexandra St. Martin

July 09, 2009 6:58 PM
Charms wasn't Allie's best subject, but she was holding an acceptable grade and expected to pass her RATS in it. That was as much as she felt prepared to demand from a subject. A heated classroom to study it in would've been nice, too, but she had her new gloves and could live with wearing her cloak for an hour. It wasn't that much of a discomfort.

She took a spot at the lab table by the door and smiled at and greeted the other students who joined it, figuring the lot of them would probably have to work together and being uncomfortable with standing around in silence anyway. That was occasionally practical, but always (as far as she knew of, anyway) impolite.

She returned the teacher's slight smile, and winced at the looks of the substance they were assured they did not want to spill. Be it because the potion would stain their robes or because it would eat holes in their shoes and feet, she didn't know, but she believed the assertion that they were better off while it was safely in its cauldron. This was a project she was going to have to focus on to make work.

When Professor Taylor left the room, Allie took that as the signal to begin work. Not wanting to waste time in case the first try or so at an acceptable support structure were not up to standard, she looked around at her group.

"Are any of you especially good at planning out this sort of thing?" she asked. "I'm - " she blushed slightly - "not, really, and I don't think we want to spill that potion."
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Amber Carey

July 23, 2009 2:52 PM
Amber didn't generally condone violence, but anyone who put it out that Charms was a soft option for RATS just deserved to be taken out back and shot. That was her opinion on that matter, and she wasn't changing it.

Advanced Charms was hard. Really, truly, honestly hard. She was holding an A in it, and while her father wouldn't be at all pleased (he was so lying when he said he was not an overachiever), she was grateful. After the first week or so, it was better than she'd expected to be doing this near the end of the term. She'd been expecting a Troll.

The lesson reminded her of a project she had done in fifth grade. They had been given a sheet of posterboard and five people to figure out how to make a structure strong enough to hold up more encyclopedias than that of any other group in the room. Amber's group had been taken over by Savannah Forbes, who - for a geek and the most bullied kid in their class - could really do the arrogant and commanding thing. She'd bored them all talking about some Greek temple, then cut the board up the way she wanted it and set the rest of them to making columns out of the smaller pieces. The idea had sounded insane, but it had worked; their group had won the candy corn prize when it had held up ten encyclopedias to the next-best group's seven.

This time, though, the groups had charms to work with in place of ancient, half-spent glue sticks with no caps on them.

Amber looked over at Allie St. Martin when she spoke up at the beginning of their work time. She didn't know the girl well, but she seemed nice and approachable, at least for a pureblood and Lila St. Martin's twin. That girl acted like the psycho zombie cheerleader in some screwed-up Halloween movie with no budget. "We can use the spaghetti to make up the length and breadth of it," she said, laying out pieces to show what she meant, "and use marshmallows for supports under it, once everything's been reinforced."
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