Sub. Professor Joseph Regal
July 03, 2012 7:11 PM
Beginners class [1 and 2 years] by Sub. Professor Joseph Regal
Joseph Regal had followed his father’s path into academic life, and for the last few years he had been focusing on charms research. He liked the research branch of academia, but he sometimes took teaching jobs to help out schools that needed substitute teachers. And that was what had brought him to Sonora, his father’s former school.This had been the school his father had run for two short years before he had to step down and focus on his mother’s illness. It had taken a lot of the whole family, but it seemed like things were getting better at home. He hoped for the sake of everyone, and since Joseph lived in another state and had a lot of work, he rarely went to see them.
The Substitute Charms teacher didn’t know how long he was going to stay teaching at Sonora, but he was sure he was going to have a great time doing it. Teaching was always fun to do, in small periods of time, of course. Joseph didn’t know how people actually did this for a living. No, he preferred being in a lab testing and coming up with new exciting charms. He found that a more fulfilling work, than teaching, but he had nothing against helping children learn the material.
It had been a while since he had taught anyone, but the excitement to get to do it was still lingering in his stomach. He arranged his papers and wrote his name on the blackboard before the kids from the beginners class arrived. The clocked chimed and the students began arriving. He waited until the last of the children was in place before introducing himself
“Welcome! I am your substitute professor for charms,” he smiled and pointed to the blackboard. “I am Professor Joseph Regal.”
He hadn’t been with children this age in a long time. His own children were older than the beginner’s class. “Today we are going to do something fun. The charm we are going to practice today is the color-changing charm!” he wasn’t sure if they had already done it before, but it never hurt to review things. It was something that was bound to come in their examinations, or at least it had come in some he had overseen over the years.
“The incantation is Multicorfors and you flick your wrist to the left one time. Look at how I do it.” He did the demonstration and had the teddy bear on his desk from brown to purple. “You have to think about the color you want to the teddy bear to change in order for it to have effect.”
Joseph had placed a teddy bear on each of his students’ desks before they had entered; “Now you can try it. You can work in pairs if you want to! Have fun and if you need me just raise your hand,” Joseph finished his small lecture and hope that everyone would have a good time with this lesson.
OOC: site rules apply! Have fun!
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Sub. Professor Joseph Regal
Beginners class [1 and 2 years]
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Cepheus Princeton
July 12, 2012 3:37 AM
Pretty Colours. by Cepheus Princeton
French lessons. French lessons, French lessons, French, français, franglais. That was all that Cepheus's summer was going to come to, so Father had determined. Even worse, instead of living with his fun French cousins, he had to live with Devon, the most spoilt brat he had ever met in his life. And, Cepheus being rather spoilt himself, that was saying something. The only reason why he was not allowed to live with them was because Mael, his second cousin, was getting into too much mischief in France even at the age of thirteen. Father had also tried to convince Cepheus that that family spoke English dominantly and therefore would not be a good place to go to learn. Cepheus didn't believe a word of it. At the last family reunion, Mael spoke with a very French accent and French to his mother and father. Father just didn't want him to have fun, Cepheus had determined childishly.After discarding the letter, he had marched off to class, determined to do his best and show his father he could take care of himself. Having to take care of himself at boarding school, something he had not had to do ever in his life, had made him a bit more independent and Cepheus was keen on keeping it that way. Of course, he couldn't say anything about his tentative betrothal to the Irish girl, but he had known that he would be betrothed to some pure-blood girl since he was born. He was determined to hate her, whoever she ended up being. At least he could have a say in everything else. He hoped, anyway.
Cepheus sat down rather hard on his chair, hurting his tail bone in the process. The pain was forgotten quickly, however, as class began right as he sat down. He hurried to take his wand out of the pocket of his robes and mimic the professor's wand movements with his hand, not daring to say the incantation yet. Colour-changing charms. That didn't seem too difficult.
Looking at the bear in front of him, Cepheus cleared his throat and turned to his desk companion. "Would you like to be partners?" he asked politely. He looked at the bear again. "Mind if I try first?" He cleared his throat again, making it sound more official, and raised his wand. One flick to the left with his right wrist and, "Multicorfors" made the bear turn a putrid sort of brown instead of the red he had been visualising.
Cepheus blinked at it and cringed. "Quick, change it before I vomit," he told his partner. The bear even looked like sick and Cepheus was tempted to try again just to change the awful colour. The English lad averted his eyes, opting instead to survey the room while his partner took their turn with the teddy bear.
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Pretty Colours.
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Carrie O'Malley, Crotalus
July 14, 2012 11:51 PM
Not as pretty as me. by Carrie O'Malley, Crotalus
Midterm had been absolutely dreadful for the blonde, what with finding out about her father getting remarried and all. Why had he done that to her? It had been very selfish of him and his priorities seemed very screwed up. Didn't he understand that Carrie was supposed to come first? That was just how things were , how they were supposed to be, and people needed to used to that.She had done her best over midterm to make everyone else as miserable as she was. The Crotalus would never forgive any of them, not her father or revolting brother or that woman and her snot nosed little boys-the younger one being almost as dumb as Ryan-and freaky daughter. They were the ones that deserved to suffer, not Carrie.
Coming back to school had not improved her mood much either. First of all, Coach Pierce had not been fired. That barbarian should be locked up where she couldn't bother decent people, let alone teaching anything, even something as improper and idiotic as flying. She probably wasn't smart enough to teach anything else, but her mere presence made Carrie livid.
On top of that, there was the school concert. Oh, the first year was thrilled to have a chance to show off to everyone how fantastic she was. She was going to do a dance routine. The Crotalus was an excellent dancer, the best there ever was. What bothered her though was-thanks to Ryan of course-was that her mother would not be allowed to attend the performance. Carrie was determined to make her brother pay for that somehow as well.
She sat in Charms now. The first year wasn't overly impressed with Professor Light's temporary replacement, she didn't think he was a pureblood after all, but the spell sounded reasonable. Even if teddy bears were totally babyish. Still, at least he wasn't forcing them to do something improper in order to do it and Carrie wouldn't have to worry about breaking a nail or something.
The person next to her, Cepheus Princeton, who be all accounts was one of the few people worthy of associating with, asked if they could be partners. "Of course." The younger Crotalus replied, smiling. Cepheus was someone worth being pleasant to and impressing. Not that she had to try hard to impress people, she did so just be existing.
Carrie waited as he had a go at the spell and wrinkled her nose at his results. "It is pretty repulsive." She agreed, figuring he was probably joking about it making him want to vomit, boys were supposed to be stronger than that, but then it sort of made her sick to look at something so ugly too. Ugly things did not belong in her line of vision, they offended her. "All right." Carrie agreed. " Multicorfers " She said, doing the proper wand motions envisioning a pretty pale pink bear.
Unfortunately, that only made things worse and turned it an even uglier color. "There must be something wrong with this particular bear." There was no way it was her fault-because nothing ever was- and it was likely not Cepheus's either. "Perhaps we should ask for a new one?" Carrie suggested.
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Not as pretty as me.
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Cepheus, Crotalus
July 18, 2012 2:40 PM
A sunset is rather pretty. by Cepheus, Crotalus
Cepheus recognised the girl next to him as an O'Malley, a family name he had encountered several times during his two years at Sonora. She was in his house, a first year as well, and Cepheus had made it his business to know whether or not the O'Malleys were pure-bloods worthy enough to be considered. He had been a little lazy on researching blood statuses during his time here, but with luck he hadn't come into contact with too many muggle-borns or half-bloods. Father had been wrong in one aspect: there certainly were many, many pure-bloods in America.He wondered briefly if he should make an introduction or not though he already knew her name. It would only be proper, Cepheus decided just as Miss O'Malley turned the bear's "fur" an even more putrid colour. "Crikey," he muttered under his breath and quickly thought of another charm. Carrie's suggestion that their teddy bear was malfunctioning was not a far-fetched idea in his mind, but he'd rather not give up before everyone else. He looked around the room once very quickly. It didn't seem like anyone else was really having loads of trouble with their bear, just with the colours.
"Let's give it another try," he said instead. He frowned before doing the correct wand motions--this time more carefully--and saying the incantation. The part of the bear he'd pointed at, the torso, turned a bright red, an improvement to the otherwise putrid-brown bear. "Merlin." He tried it again on the arm and the arm turned a splotchy blue. "That's an improvement if nothing else," Cepheus said sourly. He turned to Carrie. "Seems I've forgotten my introduction. I've seen you around, but haven't formally introduced myself." A charming smile accompanied his little spiel. "Cepheus Princeton of the Surrey Princetons."
Introductions were always a bit strange in Cepheus's mind. He never knew how to do it properly, but school was supposed to be practise grounds for the real world anyhow. "Now, about this bear. Have a go at it." Charms was a fun class and all, but he hated not being able to do things properly the first time around. All magic seemed to be a bit more difficult this year. He hadn't decided whether that was a good thing or a bad thing yet.
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A sunset is rather pretty.
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Carrie
July 24, 2012 5:02 AM
So, I'm like a sunset? by Carrie
Carrie returned Cepheus's charming smile with one of her own. Of course, all her smiles were charming, but this one was especially so. He was the first person she'd really spoken to that wasn't completely barbaric. Well, Carrie supposed her roommates were all right, it was just that she didn't think she should be sharing a room. She deserved better than that, she was special .He introduced himself to her and, thought the first year was certain everyone knew who she was already, she replied. "I am Carrie O'Malley of the Colorado O'Malleys. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Princton." And for once it truly was. Cepheus seemed the right sort. The most objectionable thing she could think of about the older Crotalus was that he seemed friendly enough with Alexandra Devereaux who was Arabella's best friend and thus flawed by association.
The first year looked back at the bear wrinkling her nose at it, but at least its arms were improved over the repulsive color they were before. "Good job" Carrie told Cepheus, smiling at the older boy. It was good to charm men so she could get married and live in the lap of luxury. The more a man liked a woman, the more money he was willing to spend on her. That was what Carrie's mother had always taught her and her mother was always right.
She certainly was about Ryan. The Crotalus had never been as repulsed by him as she was now. Everything wrong in her life was his fault, everything! That her parents had divorced in the first place and that her father remarried that awful woman (because if the former hadn't happened, the latter couldn't have). Actually, come to think of it, it was probably Ryan's fault that Coach Pierce had hexed her too, yes the ruffian was still defective, but she was probably also punishing Carrie for having that for a brother! Which just made the woman seem more unreasonable.
The Crotalus girl nodded as Cepheus suggested she try again. She did the wand movements and pronounced the spell perfectly-of course, because everything that Carrie did was right, simply because it was done by her, deciding to make the bear red now, because that was what Cepheus had already started and a red and pink bear would look dreadful, though not as awful as the revolting one from before. However, instead of red, the bear's stomach turned pink anyway. "Maybe we should try making it all one color. Or at least red and white. Or perhaps red and silver."
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So, I'm like a sunset?
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Cepheus
July 25, 2012 6:41 PM
Not exactly. You're like a daisy. <i>I'm</i> like a sunset. by Cepheus
Cepheus's assumption of her was right. She was from a proper pure-blood family and perhaps would be of some use in the future. She was well-mannered as well; perfect for the kind of acquaintance his grandfather would want in America. He wasn't exactly sure where Colorado was, really, but that bit didn't matter. "The pleasure is mine," he replied.His grandfather and father had always reminded him of the responsibilities he was to endure as first a married man, then as the family patriarch, though Cepheus had no intention of getting married until he was at least twenty-three no matter what Grandfather said. Mother had once tried telling Cepheus at ten years that he couldn't be so selfish in order to have a happy marriage, but Cepheus thought that advice was ludicrous. As a child, girls were simply playmates who cried a bit more than he with long hair and lacy robes. Wives were just the adult version of that, except more proper.
As he was approaching adolescence, however, he was beginning to notice girls more, but he never wanted to fall in love. First of all, men in love, according to Grandfather, were fools. Second of all, it wouldn't even matter if he did fall in love. He was destined to be married to whichever girl his grandfather decided, and Cepheus had already decided to hate whoever she was till the day he died.
Charming girls, especially charming young girls, put Cepheus at an unease, but Carrie wasn't three years younger. He liked the attention she was giving him so far. Not overbearing, but not indifferent either. Of course, he would prefer a girl he could run races against any day, but charming flatterers were good for the ego too.
Carrie was of the right sort, anyhow, so Cepheus felt more comfortable in partnering with her. She turned the bear's stomach pink, a revolting colour but much more tolerable than the former. What else was he to expect from a girl? "Yes, I think red and silver should do it," he agreed. "And good job to you too," added Cepheus with a smile. His next wand movement made the bear's stomach silver instead of pink, though it was a bit more of a spatter of colour than an actual round tummy, and then he gestured for Carrie to go on with the rest of the bear. It was quite a generous offer from Cepheus, allowing the girl to do whatever section of the bear she wanted. He personally wanted to turn the head red, but it didn't matter in the end. My, he was growing up. Wouldn't Mother be proud.
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Not exactly. You're like a daisy. <i>I'm</i> like a sunset.
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