Professor Olivers
November 28, 2015 4:57 AM
Come to me... [III, IV, & V years] by Professor Olivers
There was a box of cream puffs sitting on Florence’s desk. Though she hadn’t publicly announced it, getting engaged for the second time was a big deal to her. It was something worth celebrating even if her students didn’t know why they were getting a taste of Florence’s favorite treat. But this happy occasion came with its own burdens. She knew what Nick wanted her to do. He wanted her to leave everything and live permanently in Chicago with him. That meant leaving Sonora and her students and her job as a professor. Though Florence wanted to marry him, she couldn’t imagine leaving her life here in Arizona. The school had provided such comfort to her after her first husband had left her a widow. Though she had never imagined herself teaching first through seventh-years long-term, these students had quickly changed her mind.As the students came in, Florence smiled at the familiar faces. A week of class had already passed and she had adjusted to this new class dynamic. With the beginner class she was a little more lenient on time, but with the intermediate she liked to be punctual, a fact the third-years would most likely know by now. Today she was wearing billowing robes that changed colors, from orange to yellow to red to brown and back again. Her cap was a dark red and decorated with embroidered leaves. The fall ensemble wasn’t for any particular reason except that it was eye-catching.
Once her students were settled in their seats, she moved from where she had been standing in the back of the classroom to the front. “Good morning students,” she said as her boots clacked along the floor. “Please turn your textbooks to page 28. I hope you did all of the preliminary reading for our first practical lesson of the year.” Florence brought out her wand from her sleeve and moved the chalk with it to write on the blackboard: Summoning Charm. “As you should have read, this spell causes objects to fly into one’s arms. It’s very convenient when you’ve lost something. This spell is one of the oldest known in wizarding history. Can someone tell me what the incantation for this charm is?”
After getting the correct answer, Florence nodded. “Yes, the incantation is Accio. Let’s say it together: A-ccio. The pronunciation is key to spells. If you mess up, it’s most likely because you said it wrong. Keep that in mind.
“In order to cast this spell, all you have to do is make a half-circle in the air.” She showed them by doing the motion herself. “As you make the motion, say the incantation. Third-years, you will be summoning one of these objects here lined up at the front of the room. Fifth-years, you can choose a rolled-up piece of parchment from the box on my desk. Whatever picture is on your parchment, that’s what you will be summoning. The object may not be visible to you, so make sure you have a clear understanding of your picture. The key to this charm is visualizing what you are trying to summon. Your homework for this week is to research the Summoning Charm—when it was invented, what it was originally intended for, etc—and write an essay on it due next Monday.
“After you successfully summon your object, bring it to me and I’ll give you your points for today. Afterwards, please get started working on your essays.”
With that, Florence turned around and sat down at her desk. She suddenly stood up and waved her hand to send the box of cream puffs around. “I almost forgot. Feel free to take a cream puff as a reward for making it through the first week of classes. But I expect impeccable results.” After sweeping her eyes across the classroom, Florence sat back down at her desk and picked up the Shakespeare play she was currently re-reading.
OOC: Welcome back to Charms! Minimum two paragraphs or 200 words, but creative and lengthy posts will earn more points. Tag Florence in the subject if you need her assistance. Have fun with it!
Subthreads: Come Hither... by Gia Donovan, Pecari
I don't know, you didn't say Simon Says by Makenzie Newell [Crotalus]
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Gia Donovan, Pecari
November 30, 2015 9:29 PM
Come Hither... by Gia Donovan, Pecari
Gia practically skipped into the Charms classroom. Normally, on any given day, Gia was one of those girls who always had a smile for someone and a positive thought. Today was no different except that Gia was in an exceptionally cheerful mood, even for herself. There was no actual reason for her good mood other than the fact that she was back at Sonora, back with her magical friends, and back to learning magic.Of course, there was also the fact that Gia was now thirteen and officially apart of the Intermediate group. She felt a little older (and she hoped she looked it just a little bit) and she wanted to intertwine with the older kids more regularly (because they were cool and everything!). She didn’t think that the Fifth years would really go out of their way to chat with her, but the Fourth years were with her when she was a first year, so maybe some of them would work with her…
“Oh…” Gia said when she went to grab one of the sweet offerings that Professor Olivers had on her desk. Gia didn’t know what it was, but it reminded her a bit of Loukoumades, minus the honey. Or, after taking a bite of it, possibly more Trigona Panoramatos because of the custard. Gia missed her home meals. Her mother tried to make time for some more of their traditional homeland meals whenever she was home in the evenings, but those were rare and often times their mother was more tired than not. Gia had asked for recipes so that she could begin learning. She already had several soups memorized and she constantly made those for everyone, but more solid foods would definitely brighten everyone’s day. “Thank you.” Gia said, smiling politely to the Professor before taking her seat.
She greeted those who sat around her while she pulled out her wand and her notes. She was so excited for their first practical course of the year! Gia was a Pureblood from two prominent European families, but due to circumstances, they were in hiding. Gia’s life consisted of both the Magical world and the Muggle world as a result of these circumstances.
Oh, she knew this charm! Well, not that she had ever done it, but she watched her mother do it all the time. Her mother was constantly forgetting where she put things and this spell was her life saver. Writing down both the incantation, what it was for, and the wand movement that went along with it, Gia was prepared to try it herself. She had already read through all of her school books (despite being in Pecari, Gia had habits like those in Aladren. Sometimes she wondered how she ended up in the Pecari house), so she was well prepared for each lesson, but she liked to reiterate each lesson by rewriting notes as she went along. It helped her to memorize them.
Not sure if she was supposed to stand up or stay seated, Gia stayed in her seat until the people around her were willing to stand up. Deciding to try her luck on a ball, Gia pointed her wand and took a deep breath. “Accio! She stated with confidence while her hand did the movement taught to her by the professor. The ball managed to lift off the desk but dropped to the floor shortly after.
This might have been a deterrent for some people, but Gia felt pumped. The ball had moved! She sent a smile to her neighbor. “How’re you doing?” She asked to make conversation.
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Makenzie Newell [Crotalus]
December 02, 2015 2:55 AM
I don't know, you didn't say Simon Says by Makenzie Newell [Crotalus]
The weirdest thing about being a fourth year, Makenzie had decided, was the lack of clear instruction in classes. Third years got an easier version of the lesson. Fifth years got the harder version. It was generally accepted that fourth years got to pick between the two based on their personal preferences and skills. That was weird to get used to, especially since she was fairly sure this was the only year where that happened. She liked being told what to do.She opted for the third year instructions, resolving herself to take the more challenging ones later in the year. After all, it was still very early. Makenzie decided that she deserved to transition slowly. Pushing herself right out of the gate would probably just lead to messing up and being embarrassed. Although by that token, she hoped most people took the same route as her, so she wouldn’t look weak or lazy that way.
The redhead repressed an undignified grin as the box of cream puffs made its way to her. She didn’t engage in sweets too often--her mother said it was unbecoming of a young lady to eat too many--but these looked so good, and it was so kind of Professor Olivers to share her treats that it seemed rude not to take one. Also, was it mentioned how good they looked?
With the cream puff now a pleasant memory that only faintly lingered on her tongue, Makenzie lifted her wand to aim it at one of the items at the front of the room. But before incanting, she turned to her neighbor and asked, “Which one are you going for? Just so I know not to pick it too.”
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