Professor O'Leary
April 24, 2008 9:40 PM
Lesson I: First and Second Years by Professor O'Leary
After spending his second summer in Montana, Drake felt a renewed sense of vigor. The first had been spent doing all the home improvements and upgrades that had needed to be done on the cabin. Granted, having magic helped, but as he had learned early in life, performing magic for everything was not the answer. Often, magic could be quite dangerous when used either improperly or with ill intent. That ill intent was the very reason he had opted to become a professor. It was a reason that he had nearly forgotten. He shook his head. How could he have ever forgotten?He supposed that part of the reason came from the fact that he had been shaping young minds for a half decade. It was a relatively short amount of time, but seemed so much longer. He had become lax in his teaching methods, something that would just not do. He had a duty to fulfill, a purpose to ensure that they reached their full potential and would have the tools to which to protect themselves if the need ever arose, not that it always did much good, but at least, he would have taught them to the best of his ability.
With this thought in mind, he placed a sheet of paper on each student’s desk. On each paper was one of four colors – red, blue, yellow, and green. Once all the papers were handed out, he brandished his wands, causing the word to vanish from each paper. As the students began to trickle into the class, Drake announced, “Do not touch the parchment on your desk, as it is part of today’s lesson.” With this, he strode to the front of the room, his black robes flowing out causing his form to look more impressive than it actually was. Underneath, he was a rather thin man.
Once at the front, he turned suddenly to face the students, his robes whipping around him, his expression intent. “Before we begin the lesson, allow me to introduce myself to those who have not met me yet. I am Professor O’Leary and this class is Defense Against the Dark Arts. To start with, we will go over the rules. For the second years, this will be a good review for you. Rule one, there will be absolutely no talking when I am talking, especially when I am giving instructions. Rule two, there will be no fooling around in this classroom. These rules are to ensure that none of you become injured. Am I clear?”
After a few students nodded in agreement, Drake clapped his hands together. “Excellent. Now, the lesson. This is actually a two-part lesson. You must finish the first part in order to move onto the second part. On each of your desks, you should have a blank piece of parchment, which I stated not to touch earlier. On this paper, there is a word, which states a color. To reveal the ink, we use the spell Aparecium. To perform this spell, flick your wand, like so,” Drake lectured with a flick of the wrist,” while stating firmly Aparecio. When performed correctly, one of four colors will appear on the parchment. Once you have done this, please find the other students who have the same color. This will be your group for the next part of the lesson.”
He waited for students to finish taking notes, before continuing, “Now, the Aparecium spell serves as the basis for the next spell you will learn, because it gives you an idea of how to make something appear from an item. The next spell that you will be learning is the Specialis Revelio spell, which is a bit more advanced. If an item contains anything hidden by magical means, this spell will cause it to be revealed. This is important, as magic hidden within items can be that of dark magic, which is very dangerous and can lead to injury, or worse, death.” Drake allowed his dark eyes to drift around the room to make sure the students were paying attention. “Now, for those of you with some semblance of intelligence may wonder, why not just use Finite Incantatem? Finite Incantatem removes the effects of any spells currently cast, however, this is not always the best option. For example, if you do not want to end the spell, but rather determine which spell was used. Another example is if you receive an item that is supposed to be charmed, however, you do not wish to remove this charm, but rather reveal any harmful spells and remove those. To end one spell, however, you can use the Finite spell, instead of Finite Incantatem, which ends all spells.”
Allowing the students to catch up once more, Drake paused. After a moment, his deep baritone sounded with the rest of the lesson. “Now, once you reach this spell, I have a couple boxes of items on my desk,” he gestured to two large boxes on his massive oak desk. “All of the items are charmed and a few contain multiple charms. I would like each group to identify what charms were used on each object. This is where your group and book will be particularly useful. However, if you need help, do not hesitate to raise your hand and I will be right over.”
With this said, he brought out his wand once more, allowing it to slide out of his sleeve and into his hand, as though by magic. “To perform the Specialis Revelio spell, “ Drake waved his wand with flourish, “move your wand like so, and state firmly Specialis Revelio!” Finished, his eyes drifting over the students, he said, “You may begin. The spells are on the board for your reference.”
OOC: The items and spells reveals are your choice, as long as neither would be considered harmful and obviously, the item would fit in a box. Remember, posts should be a minimum of ten sentences. Have fun and be creative!
Subthreads: Going where the sea is BLUE by Jera Valson with Kyler Kent, Jera
The sky is blue and the sea is green.and that's my color too by Seamus McFarlan with Krisalyn Koli, Alexis Ashwood
Mellow Yellow by Holly Greer with Cecily Smythe, Cecily
Red again by Amelia Smythe with Chelsea Brockert, Amelia
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Jera Valson
April 27, 2008 1:48 PM
Going where the sea is BLUE by Jera Valson
After getting lost a couple of times, Jera arrived on time for her first Defense lesson, silently pleased that she had left especially early. She settled at a desk, and was careful not to disturb the paper laid upon it as she prepared her books and quills ready for the lesson. As the professor began talking, Jera diligently took notes, hoping she’s managed to write down all of the important parts. The professor was a little creepy, the way he mentioned curses and death, but Jera knew better than to let it bother her – they were a class of young students in a school, and were perfectly safe from any harm.Bolstered by this knowledge, Jera felt an exhilarating confidence in herself. The class sounded interesting, and she was rapidly beginning to appreciate the benefits of working in small groups. Ordinarily she would hate it, being so shy and keenly independent, but the advantages of having such different opinions and points of view to work with could certainly not be ignored.
Brandishing her most unusual wand, Jera attempted the first spell. The paper rippled a bit, but no ink was apparent. Never one to give up easily, Jera tried again, this time producing a faint alteration, but nothing that proved to be conclusive. On her third attempt, a bright hue and the corresponding letters BLU appeared. Deciding that a final letter could be ignored on this occasion, in favor of starting the next part of the lesson, Jera stood abruptly from her chair, sending it crashing to the ground. Somewhat embarrassed, she turned picked it up immediately, only to find someone else already assisting her.
“Oh, thanks,” she said, refraining from giving into her introvert tendencies. “Less speed, more haste, right?”
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Kyler Kent
April 27, 2008 7:55 PM
And everybody knows your name... *hums* by Kyler Kent
Defense was going to be... Wow. It was going to require effort. And it didn't seem like it was going to be fun. Kyler Kent sincerely hoped that he was going to be proved wrong with this class. Maybe, by some random beam of shining hope from some blessed far away place, this class will come easily to him and the teacher will be cool. Kyler walked into the room, taking a seat near a girl he might talk to later in case this proved boring. Speaking of boring, here came the lecture. The same one he got in every last class: Don't talk and behave. At this point, Kyler had to refrain from sighing in disappointment at yet another typical teacher. Kyler ran a hand through his dark hair and tried to tune it. He took out some paper in the hopes of looking like he was doing something useful. Maybe that would give him the motivation to try.He wasn't a very smart kid. Dad always said that he wasn't as smart as the kids of people he worked with. Okay, that sucks. If he isn't smart enough anyway, at least he can try to pull off the I-think-I'm-cool-so-I-don't-study thing. What was weird though, Kyler got the stuff he learned back in elementary school. At the same time though, all his teachers told his Dad, "Your son doesn't seem to understand the criteria..." and he was listening in the hall like, "Dude! It's divison! I get it!" He just didn't pay attention during class. If he understood, why sit through more boring lectures? That was what made his teachers think he didn't get it. 'Well, he doesn't seem to want to accnowledge that he doesn't understand...' Umm... Nope, just don't care to listen to you yammer about stuff I know. Then Dad thought he was stupid, so he told him he was stupid, and eventually Kyler just accepted it. Maybe he really didn't get this stuff. There was probably more to it and he thought he had been doing it right, but was actually completely wrong. Whatever. . .
Oh, time for class? Right, Specialis Revelio. He got that much. Kyler pointed his wand at the paper in front of him.
"Specialis Revelio," he stated clearly, waving his wand. Yeah, nothing. As expected-- Kyler looked over at the girl he had sat next to and saw her chair topple to the ground. Kyler stood up quickly and picked up the chair, sending a grin at her. Kyler was a semi-tall kid, so unless you were Hannah Cooper-Forrester, Kyler would probably be a little taller than you. When he stood up, the girl was speaking.
“Oh, thanks.”
"Don't worry about it," Kyler said, keeping a smile on his face.
"Less speed, more haste, right?" Kyler let out a small laugh.
"Yeah, and then maybe gravity won't hate us so much, or at least you," he said with a playful grin. Kyler looked over at his piece of parchment, still laying blank.
"Do you get this? I kind of tuned out O'Leary for the important part of the lecture." He shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. "Kyler Kent, Pecari. You a first year too?"
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And everybody knows your name... *hums*
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Seamus McFarlan
April 27, 2008 11:38 PM
The sky is blue and the sea is green.and that's my color too by Seamus McFarlan
Of all the classes Seamus had, this was the one class he’d really looked forward to. Charms was great. He so loved the opportunity to actually use his wand for the very first time. All in all it wasn’t a bad effort. But DADA class inspired images of fighting dragons and other beasties. Those always led to more thoughts of defeating dark wizards more evil than Morgaine or the nefarious Rasputin. Of course, in the daydreams Seamus was always the hero, brandish a sword in one had and his wand in the other. He could see himself as the greatest auror in the world one day.
Listening to Professor O’Leary speak, Seamus was shocked to hear a very American accent. In her stories about the school, Drake O’Leary was one of four staff members his aunt frequently mentioned. She’d also given him some words of warning.
He’s an excellent teacher but tolerates no shenanigans. I’d be most displeased if I heard you failed to show proper respect in his classroom. He’s a man to be admired, make no mistake of that Seamus Michael.
Even if she hadn’t said a thing, Seamus could have figured that out for himself. Of all the classes, he’d never seen a bunch of kids get so quiet so fast when a professor demanded it. He found himself sitting straighter, his quill poised over his parchment, ready to take notes. The man commanded his respect the moment he entered the room. Seamus glanced down at the paper on his desk. The moment he was warned not to touch it, the stronger the need was to examine it. It was only the fear of bringing down the wrath of the imposing professor that kept his itching fingers from a seemingly ordinary piece of parchment.
Busy taking notes and listening to the instructions push his curiosity about the paper to the side. When the class was released to try their luck, Seamus muttered the first spell a few times and tried to copy the wand movement precisely. Feeling he was about as ready as he would ever be, he tried it.
Aparecio
Nothing, not even a shadow of a word. Muttering curses under his breath, he tried again. The results were disappointingly the same. Surreptitiously, he watched a couple of second years who were working with greater confidence. It seemed that their assurance that they could handle things was the only thing different about them.
Seamus pulled himself up and thought hard. He could do this. He just had to believe he could. Screwing up his face in an intense frown of concentration, he tried once more. There! Faint at first, but growing clearer and brighter, GREEN! Without thinking, Seamus let out a whoop of triumph. It made someone next to him jump who was also in the possession of a green square.
“Sorry,” Seamus grinned. “I got carried away.” He held up his bit of parchment. “Looks like we’ll be working together. The name’s Seamus.”
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Krisalyn Koli
April 28, 2008 1:24 PM
Since when is the sea green? :p by Krisalyn Koli
Krisalyn shuffled into the DADA classroom with her classmates, silently pleading for the teacher to be nice. But, alas, with a foreboding classroom comes a foreboding teacher and the first words out of the professor's mouth were orders. She listened to the rules, though, and was surprised to find that there were only two. She nodded silently, taking this new environment in. But as soon as he started his teaching lecture, Krisalyn went straight to work and began taking thorough notes. She very much liked the fact that they would be working with just random groups, and not picking and choosing. But it also bothered her to be in a class that was based on ways to not be harmed by dark, and probably violent, spells. Not wanting to miss anything, though, the girl kept on writing, making special notes about Finite Incantatem. She listened to all of the directions carefully, and got out her wand when Professor O'Leary finished.Krisalyn was too involved in her troubled thoughts about peace to be able to even focus, though, and was finding it hard to perform the incantation correctly. She practiced the wrist and hand movement before anything, then went over the phrase once more in her mind. Ready, Krisalyn whispered, "Aparecio," hoping for a bit of anything to show up on her paper. But it didn't. Confused, the witch twisted her lips to the side, and said once again, in a hopefully more clear voice, "Aparecio!" Going over the hand movement once again, Krisalyn willed herself to concentrate. It payed off too, because the third time she muttered the spell, a word suddenly appeared on the sheet. Looking closer, Krisalyn realized that the paper said 'GREEN.'
Smiling, the young witch looked around to see who else had a green slip. As she was searching, though, the boy standing next to her let out a loud shout of happiness, and Krisalyn jumped visibly. Turning, she grinned with a confused look on her face as he apologized, and when he introduced himself, Krisalyn replied, "Hi! It IS easy to lose yourself, isn't it? I'm Krisalyn."
She smiled, then walked with her long strides to the professor's desk, and grabbed a few items out of one of the boxes. Shuffling back to their group, Krisalyn wondered if there were others with green slips.
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Since when is the sea green? :p
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Holly Greer
April 30, 2008 10:51 AM
Mellow Yellow by Holly Greer
Holly had made careful preparations for the year's first lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Twenty minutes before class, she had taken her anti-anxiety pills. Ten minutes before class, she had sat down and taken deep breaths. Five minutes before class, she briefly contemplated dropping in on Ms. Yuma instead, but decided to save that for a class when she knew they were going to be doing something terrible.So, two minutes before class, Holly Thistle of the Hollywood Thistles poked her head into the classroom, saw nothing more dangerous than pieces of paper, and decided today would be the day she did not come out of this class with fresh fodder for her nightmares. She stepped inside, and selected a chair near the back (so she could make an escape if Professor O'Leary did pull out something terrifying at the last second).
She was pleased to see that her hands weren't even shaking as she took out her notebook and quill and carefully avoided touching the piece of paper. Her pills were doing a good enough job that she was even able to smile at her friends when they arrived despite the fact that there was an object that the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher was expressly forbidding them from touching on her desk. Its proximity and its unknown potential for untold disaster would have normally had her on the verge of a panic attack, but she was feeling pretty mellow about it today. Still, nothing short of Armageddon would make her touch that page now that she knew there was something more to it than met the eye. She didn't even let her notebook touch it, opting to keep that in her lap instead of on the desk just to be safe.
She listened carefully to the introduction and rules, because this class terrified her out of her mind, and she didn't want to miss anything that might be construed as a warning. In spite of the anti-anxiety pills, she still let out a small breath of relief and sagged down a little in her chair when he explained that the only thing the parchments hid were the names of a color.
Holly straightened up again almost immediately (it wouldn't do to be seen displaying bad posture) and continued listening intently. The first part of the lesson seemed harmless enough, but the second part left her wary and distrustful of those boxes on Professor O'Leary's desk. He went on for much too long beforehand about hidden Dark magics and potential fatalities for her to be at all comfortable with the idea of finding out what hidden spells those items contained.
Once he finished talking, though, she wasted no time. She took out her wand made of Holly and pointed it at the blank parchment on her desk (which she was still careful not to touch). She flicked her wrist and cast, "Aparecio."
She waited a moment, and a slight discoloration began to show in the center of the page. Trying again, she flicked her wrist once more and said again, more firmly than before, "Aparecio!"
It was faint, but legible. The word Yellow was written across the middle of the parchment.
Holly stood up, bringing her wand with her, and began looking around the room for the other people in her group. "Did you get yellow?" she asked the first other person she saw who also appeared to be doing the same thing she was.
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Cecily Smythe
May 01, 2008 2:08 PM
Misery loves company by Cecily Smythe
Despite the fact that she was barely speaking to anybody, Cecily had somehow managed to get to all of her classes, even the dull ones. She’d shied away from pair work as best as she could, and was having the most wretched time of her entire life. Why everyone was being so disgustingly disagreeable was beyond her comprehension, and, if she were being entirely truthful, it was starting to upset her a little. All she wanted was someone to comfort her and tell her just how unfair it all was, but it seemed that just about everyone was against her right now.Having made it to the classroom, Cecily took the seat next to Holly, one of her real friends, and kept her head down, so as not to catch anyone else’s eye. She listened with a frown to the instructions, and vaguely wondered what would happen if she just refused to do the assignments. Sighing, she decided that her parents would undoubtedly find out, and she didn’t really want to be in trouble at home. So, with very little effort, Cecily attempted the first spell. Unsurprisingly, nothing at all happened to her paper.
Before her third attempt, Cecily was hailed by Holly, who was asking about her paper. “I don’t know,” she replied, glancing distastefully at the stubbornly blank piece of paper. Then in that instant, Cecily was again struck by a sudden need for comfort, and said, “But work with me anyway, Holly. I simply can’t stand anybody else today.” It was almost true; Anabel would have been fine, and either Amelia or Chelsea would have been acceptable partners, but absolutely nobody else. It was far safer to work with Holly and hope the professor didn’t notice than to work with some other people who might spend the rest of the class being mean to her for no apparent reason.
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Holly Greer
May 02, 2008 12:36 PM
Just so long as the company doesn't love misery by Holly Greer
Holly, too, looked at the blank piece of paper in front of Cecily, but having two pairs of eyes on it did not make it give up its secret. She was a bit taken aback by the idea of working together ever though they didn't know what Cecily's paper said. That, after all, was not the instruction Professor O'Leary gave. Not given to disobeying authority figures, the idea simply would never have occurred to Holly."Oh, well, I guess we could do that," she agreed, with a glance toward Professor O'Leary. She knew it was probably a bad idea, but with her anxiety levels impeded by the medication she'd taken earlier, she couldn't bring herself to get too concerned over getting in trouble. Besides, Cecily clearly needed her and Holly smiled at her friend to hopefully raise her spirits. Cecily seemed kind of down, in addition to her already stated case of anti-sociality.
So Holly took out one of her colored pencils and wrote on Cecily's sheet of paper, "Yellow." Satisfied with her cleverness, Holly gave Cecily another smile. "There, now you're in my group." It didn't even occur to her to be frightened of Cecily's charmed paper.
Looking up toward the front of the room, some of her muted nervousness returned. "I suppose we ought to get some of those things to do the second part of the assignment on."
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Alexis Ashwood
May 03, 2008 8:44 PM
I think it's a saying, but I could be wrong. by Alexis Ashwood
Alexis, her face bright in the dark room, was ready. She absolutely loved this class. It was her element. She could do no wrong in here. If they were paired with the third years, they had the possibility of practicing dueling. She would so have taken the opportunity to blast Josiah into a wall or stun Talitha. But, as it seemed with almost all of her other classes, she would be working with the first years.With an overdramatic sigh, Alexis sat in a free spot next to a couple of first years and pulled out some paper. Humming to herself rather cheerfully, something she didn't do very often, as she took out her quill next, she thought of what wonderful spell they would do today. She hoped it was like the Diffindo Charm they had learned, or maybe some new dueling spell. It would be the perfect way to "accidentally" get Cecily back for her comments.
Her happy humming stopped at once when Professor O'Leary entered the room. Alexis didn't fear a single adult at Sonora, not even Headmaster Bulla, but she wasn't stupid enough to cross O'Leary. It wasn't the rumor of him being a vampire that got her, it was his attitude. He just screamed authority in so many ways. She secretly wanted him replaced as Headmaster. She would so take him over Bulla any day.
To her dismay, they weren't doing any bad spells. However, they were doing useful ones that may become handy in the future. Alexis took notes like a good student, not bothering to write about Finite Incantatem. She already knew that. Honestly, it was such a bore to be in a first year class. Everything, rules, information, was repeated for them. She didn't need it a second time.
They were told to break, and Alexis stared at her paper. It almost looked like she was sternly looking at a child, demanding it to do what she wanted. She had the look down, seeing that she practiced this on the house elves many times at home. Waving her wand with severe confidence, she demanded, "Aparecio," and was not surprised to see words appear on her paper.
GREEN. Alexis ran her fingers through her red hair when she looked around the room. It was seriously unfair to get green of all colors. It clashed badly with her hair! Who had a green paper? She stayed at her seat until a girl passed her. Alexis tried to pay more attention when she was passed once again. Did her paper say GREEN too? Following her to the childish boy who had cried out earlier, she noticed that his paper said GREEN as well. No matter how unhappy she was at being stuck in a group of first years, a smile appeared on her face anyway. The boy looked like he could be a little fun. Amber brown eyes set on the two, Alexis held her paper up in front of her.
"May I join you?" she asked. "This is the green group, right? I'm Alexis Ashwood, second year in Crotalus."
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Jera
May 04, 2008 7:37 AM
*dances* by Jera
The boy picked the chair back up, and returned Jera's joke with one of his own. She smiled shyly at him, pleased he hadn't decided to berate her for her clumsiness."Do you get this? I kind of tuned out O'Leary for the important part of the lecture," the boy said. Jera tilted her head to one side as she consiered him, her short, dark pontytail falling over her shoulder as she did so. It seemed a little foolish to not pay attention at the start of a class, particularly not one like DADA, where you really could get yourself into some trouble for not paying attention, and not just with your professor. This boy didn't seem to mind, though, and Jera knew it wasn't her place to lecture him, especially as he'd helped her already.
"Jera Valson," she returned his introduction. "First year, yes, and I'm in Aladren." Deciding to help him, Jera sat back down in her righted chair and showed him her piece of parchment. "You have to do the spell aparecio on your paper," she said, holding her own up for demonstration, "and then you join up in groups according to color." Jera didn't want to be the last person in her group, so she hoped Kyler didn't take too long to get to grips with the spell. "You want to give it a go?"\r\n\r\n
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*dances*
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Cecily
May 04, 2008 7:57 AM
Misery is rapidly giving way to happiness by Cecily
Cecily was pleased that Holly agreed to work with her, and her pleasure only turned to delight when her friend wrote the word 'yellow' on her parchment. "Thank you Holly, you're the best," Cecily told her earnestly. Holly was such a lovely girl; Cecily was so very glad to have met her. Plus the two of them had so much in common.Holly didn't seem to comfortable with the next part of the lesson. Cecily didn't mind - she was happy to do all the work, as long as she didn't have to talk to anyone except Holly. "I'll go and fins something," she said, rising from her seat. "I'll be back in a moment."
Heading to the front of the class, Cecily peered at the two boxes full of items on the professor's desk. It was impossible to tell just by looking at them which would be least work. Assuming they were all safe to handle, Cecily picked the nearest item out of each box - a silver letter opener and knitted scarf, and took them back to Holly. "We can try one each or just work together," she said as she reclaimed her seat. "Whatever you want to do."
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Misery is rapidly giving way to happiness
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Amelia Smythe
May 06, 2008 3:06 PM
Red again by Amelia Smythe
Defense against the dark arts was, in Amelia's opinion, a completely pointless class. When, exactly, did the professors think they were going to need to defend themselves or each other against dark arts? In reality, it was the staff who were in danger of being hexed if many more lessons were as dull as all those Amelia had already endured. Merlin help her.Apparently this lesson they were going to learn how to take unwanted charms, curses and hexes from items. Amelia was baffled abut the reason - it wasn't like her relatives were going to send her cursed birthday presents. It wasn't as though she was ever going to need this spell - once again the magical educational system had failed her. They taught lying lessons and defense, but not basic needs like etiquette, or even traditional classes like duelling. What was the point?
Sighing at the utter pointlessness of the assignmetns, Amelia lazily settled down to work. It took her a couple of attempts to produce a word on her parchment. Rather aptly, the Crotalus girl had been allocated to the red group. Before she could find other members of her group, however, it seemed as thugh one had already found her. Well, Amelia couldn't see any other rason for the other student to be hanging round her desk. Flicking her blonde ponytail back behind her shoulders, Amelia appraised the other student with her small, brown eyes. "Can I help you?"
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Krisalyn Koli
May 08, 2008 4:29 PM
Hmm, I think you're right, actually... by Krisalyn Koli
Krisalyn set the items she had grabbed onto the two desks, spreading them out. She was about to ask Seamus who he wanted to try first, when a voice said from behind her, "May I join you? This is the green group, right? I'm Alexis Ashwood, Second year in Crotalus."Krisalyn turned and, smiling brightly, said, "Oh, hi! Ya, this is green. I'm Krisalyn, in Teppenpaw."
She looked at the girl and decided that she definetely knew what she was doing. Krisalyn liked the shade of her eyes, and thought that they made her look cunning. She waited for Seamus to introduce himself also, then turned back to the objects she had chosen. 'Hmm,' she thought, 'Which of these looks the least evil...?'
Krisalyn picked up a strangely u-shaped item and mockingly weighed it in her hands, giggling softly. She handled what seemed to be an old-fashion telephone, silently wondered how Professor O'Leary even came across one of the antiques.
Turning back to her group, Krisalyn asked, "So, who wants to go first?" Her earlier, erm, less-than-agile performance urged her to prod her classmates into going before her. She just hoped that one of them would.
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Hmm, I think you're right, actually...
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Holly Greer
May 10, 2008 11:09 AM
Misery should give way to happiness by Holly Greer
"Thank you," Holly said with a smile when Cecily returned with a silver letter opener and a knitted scarf, neither of which seemed to have harmed Cecily at all for having held them. Cecily was a very brave girl and Holly was proud to know her. Cecily's bravery also proved to Holly that it was probably safe to continue with the next part of the lesson without taking any extremes of caution.Just the same, she used her quill (Holly always used a quill because it was just so much more impressive looking than a normal old pen) to guide the scarf over closer to her. "I suppose we'll each take one," she told Cecily. "But we can take turns to make sure we're both doing it correctly." That was, after all, the point of group work.
She gave the scarf a wary look, suddenly uncertain of its hidden magics. "I don't suppose you want to go first, do you?"
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Seamus
May 10, 2008 9:29 PM
It is when you live in a yellow submarine! by Seamus
OOC: Sorry, RL just snuck up behaind me and stole all my free time.Girls at in the majority at home…. Girls in the majority at school… Seamus cringed inwardly. It wasn’t that he didn’t like girls. They could be quite fun, especially after you just got back from the joke shop laden down with all sorts of wonderfully devious things to try on them. Actually, he wouldn’t trade his sisters for the world, but one of the reasons for going to Sonora and not Hogwarts was to get away from them and make a few mates on his own. Well, it could be worse. Amelia could have been green. After putting up with her in History of Magic, he wanted nothing more to do with any girl who held her nose in the air and wore her Pureblood heritage like a badge of honor.
Delany was nice if a bit off center. She certainly could wave a wand and make things happen. She was smart, too. Seamus would be forever grateful that she had the sense to stop his almost disaster in Charms. Seamus greeted the new girl and introduced himself in a friendly if a bit more reserved way than his natural gregarious manner.
Truth be told, after almost setting fire to the Charms classroom, Seamus was a bit nervous to perform any wand work with people watching. He was already feeling self-conscious about his enthusiastic shout out. It would be doubly embarrassing to mess up in front of a couple of girls who might actually laugh at him. No, not laugh. Giggle. That humiliation would make Seamus want to curl up in a ball and die.
He watched as Krisalyn selected a box and pulled some sort of Muggle device out of it. Father Murphy had such a thing in the rectory. He called it a telly. Seamus selected a rather long, flat rectangular box and opened it. With a look of shear bewilderment on his face he pulled out what looked like a tomb stone. The strange thing was, it wasn’t heavy like stone. It was very light weight and made of some sort of weird feeling foamy material. The inscription on the front of the grave object read:
I told you I was sick---I. M. Wormmeat
An auburn eyebrow raised above an emerald eye in astonishment. How in the world had this been enchanted? The epitaph was bad enough. He glanced up at the to girls and quickly recovered his look of nonchalance. Leaning back in his chair, his hands behind his head, he smiled his most charming smile.
“Ladies first, by all means.”
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It is when you live in a yellow submarine!
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Alexis
May 11, 2008 6:43 PM
He's got a point, a very good one by Alexis
The girl, Krisalyn, replied extremely brightly. Alexis was not surprised she was in Teppenpaw at all. Of all the houses she couldn’t stand, it was Teppenpaw. It was probably because that was Josiah’s house, but the brightness was difficult to stand. Well, she’d just grin and bear it. Seamus seemed a bit calmer, though, and would probably keep her sane during this class.Krisalyn decided to grab the first item. It was an old fashioned muggle telephone. Next came Seamus and the fake tombstone. Alexis suppressed a sigh. What in the world was with all these muggle items? She took hold of the last item, a plastic sunflower. She placed it on her desk as quickly as possible, unable to keep the nervous look off of her face. Professor O’Leary wanted them to find enchantments, but he wouldn’t put anything dangerous on the thing. He didn’t seem to hate them. That actually seemed like something Professor Flatt would do.
Alexis watched Krisalyn with a half smile. She seemed just as nervous about this as she did, but probably more so. Alexis had dealt with a couple of enchanted items on her own before. She just knew what the enchantments were. Seamus didn’t want to do it either. So they’d let the second year take the test run. Go figure. That’s what she got for joining a group of firsties.
“I guess I can try.” she said, sounding a whole lot more confident than she felt. Waving her wand with the same flourish Professor O’Leary had shown, Alexis instructed, “Specialis Revelio!”
Nothing happened.
She tapped her chin thoughtfully and tried again. Still nothing. Was she not doing the spell right? How were they supposed to figure out if the spell had worked? Alexis had no idea how to figure out which enchantments were used. She looked up at the other two.
“Well, I’m stumped.” she said sadly, looking at the sunflower. “I don’t know if I did the spell right and just can’t figure out the enchantments, or if I did the spell completely wrong.” She sighed. “Why don’t one of you two try it and we’ll see if the same…nothing happens?”
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He's got a point, a very good one
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Kyler
May 12, 2008 9:40 PM
Do you know the macarana? by Kyler
Kyler flashed a smile at the girl as she gave him her name. Aladrens were usually very smart, right? He thought that was what they were known for. She instructed him on the way the spell was done. Kyler picked up his wand and glanced down at his paper, and then back to Jera (which was a very cool name, by the way). He let out a breath and made a Here-goes-nothing face and waved his wand, saying the incantation, to no avail. He grimaced, but waved his wand again. A bold letter B and a quarter of the letter L appeared on his page. Looking over at Jera's he offered an excited smile. Kyler looked down at the parchment once more and waved his wand, concentration on the page. The remaining letters appeared so the word BLUE was evinced on the paper."Cool!" He said, holding his hand up for a high five. "Great teaching! So it looks like we're in the same group."
Kyler stood up, remembering that they were suppose to grab some of those boxes at the Professor's desk. "I'll grab us some of those boxes then, shall I?" Kyler looked around for any last members of the group that may happen to wander in. He wanted to meet some new people, make some new friends, the whole deal that comes along wit the whole New School thing. Kyler went up to the desk and took two of the boxes. He held them up to Jera as he returned, flashing her another grin. She was pretty. He liked dark hair. Well, his hair was dark, but that was besides the point. He couldn't remember talking to a girl who liked his boring brown on guys, just for them. Man, how confidence crushing is that? Anyway, his opinion that girls didn't like his hair color didn't stop him from liking hers.
"There you are," he said, holding the box up to her. "So, partner, who wants to go first?"
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Do you know the macarana?
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Chelsea Brockert
May 17, 2008 10:17 PM
This would be the first time for me by Chelsea Brockert
Like most classes, Chelsea didn't care for Defense. Her main problem with it was that Professor O'Leary seemed way too observant. She could hardly get away with anything at all in there! It wasn't like she particularily needed it either. Chasing after bad guys and dealing with Dark Creatures was hardly ladylike. Chelsea wanted to fulfill the traditional role that all young ladies of good breeding were supposed to. She thought it was awful how some women wanted to do male things like playing Quidditch and becoming Aurors. She was going to marry a powerful pureblood man.Besides, Dark Arts interested her more than defense against them. They could be most helpful in getting things her own way.
It didn't take Chelsea very long to get her paper to reveal that she was in the red group. She noticed both Holly and Cecily were in the yellow one and sighed inwardly. It would have been much better to work with her friends. Chelsea sincerely she hoped that she didn't get stuck with anyone too awful, like Laurie or Renaye. The firsties didn't impress her too much either.
She got up and began to look for other members of the red group. Chelsea fought the urge to just join Cecily and Holly. She knew O'Leary would just catch her anyway and she could only imagine the detentions she'd get. Being sent out of class again wouldn't be too terrible, other than it was a bit embarassing but what if he made her clean something the muggle way? Or do anything the muggle way? Chelsea really didn't want to face that .
Finally, Chelsea reached another person in the red group. She was relieved that, while it appeared to be one of the first years, the blonde girl seemed to be one of the upper crust.
"Can I help you?"
"I believe I am in your group." Chelsea responded. "Red, isn't it?"
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Jera
May 18, 2008 2:27 PM
I sure do. Dance with me? by Jera
(OOC: I think we have to take objects in the boxes, not boxes themselves, so I've chosen one of the items and you can pick the other, if that's okay.)Kyler tried out the spell until he managed to successfully reveal the word. "Nice job," Jera told him. "You got that one down." Kyler pointed out that they were in the same group, which Jera ad noticd, too. "Looks like it," she replied. She was pleased to be in a group with Kyler; he seemed friendly enough, and he even went to the front of the class to get their objects. He returned and placed a small cauldron in front of Jera, the sort her father used to brew up a quick single-dose potion. Except this cauldron was in better condition thn her father's - it looked almost new; the pewter still had a glossy shine.
"So, partner, who wants to go first?" Kyler asked.
Jera looked at her item with an expression of uncertainty. She wasn't really sure how this spell would work - the professor hadn't even given a demonstration so the studnts would know what to expect. On the other hand, she could probably do the spell with a small amount of practise, and Kyler might not even have paid enough attention to know how to do the spell. In that case, it would be best if Jera went first. Still indecisive, she left the choice to her partner. "I don't mind," Jera told him. "You choose."
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I sure do. Dance with me?
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Cecily
May 18, 2008 2:43 PM
Then all is right with the world by Cecily
Holly took the scarf, so Cecily happily took up the silver letter opener. It wasn't very sharp, but it was inlaid with a couple of jewels in the handle. It was quite pretty, but in need of some serious cleaning. Erin, the Smythe family house elf, would probably be offended by the tarnish."Yes, we can take turns," Cecily agreed. "Though I'm sure we'll both do it right - we're intelligent ladies, after all." With a short sniff of self pride, Cecily placd the letter opened back on her desk and turned to Holly, waiting for her to try the spell. Of course, after a moment Holly suggested that Cecily tried the spell first.
"If you like," Cecily replied. She was beginning to get the impression that Holly didn't much enjoy Defense classes - she already knew she didn't like History of Magic. Cecily wasn't especially fond of either, but it wasn't as though she had a choice whether or not to attend, and so doing the work was more of a routine than a consideration. Raising her wand, Cecily aimed at the letter opener and cast the spell. It appeared to turn orange. Cecily forwned at it, then turned to Holly. "Do you think that was supposed to happen?" she asked.
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Then all is right with the world
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Amelia
May 23, 2008 1:14 PM
First time for everything by Amelia
"I believe I am in your group." The girl said. "Red, isn't it?""Red, yes," Amelia said, holding up her square of parchment for clarification. "Do take a seat," she said, smiling coyly and pulling over the chair next to her, already vacated by someone else gone to find their own group.
Amelia swept a fleeting gaze over her partner. It was difficult to tell whether she was in first or second year - Amelia hadn't yet spoken to enough students to be able to tell thm each apart. Yet her hair was immaculate, her robes were neat, and there was no sign of any peculiar Muggle contraptions. So far so good. "I'm Amelia Smythe," Milly introduced herself, sweeping her long blonde ponytail back over her shoulder once again. "Fist year, Crotalus," she added, only because she wanted to find out these certain specifics about her partner. Plus, Amelia was rather proud of being in Crotalus. Apart from the occasional misplacement, like some of Cecily's roommates, rumour was that Crotalus had housed several of the more mention-worthy members of society.
"What a drag this class is," she said, once the other girl was seated. "Why in Merlin's name should we need to know how to take spells and curses off anything? Surely someone put them there for a reason."
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First time for everything
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Kyler
May 23, 2008 7:37 PM
I would be <i>honored!</i> by Kyler
"I'll do it."Kyler decided to take the dive. Why not? Instead of giving Jera the awkward responsibility of going first, he decided he would do it. So he wasn't the best magician-- Wait, the term was wizard wasn't it? He wasn't the best wizarad, but he remembered the Specialis Revelio spell from the lecture well enough. He hoped. Kyler picked up the old Hotwheels car and examined it, eyebrows narrowed at it.
"I will know your secrets..." he whispered with a serious expression before breaking into another grin at Jera. "Okay, here it goes." Kyler took a deep breath and looked down at the little red sports car. He made the picture in his mind, imagining himself drawing the real car outside of the spell. He waved his wand and said, "Specialis Revlio!" Maybe it was his imagination, but he thought he saw something flicker, but it was soon gone. "Hold on, let me try one more time," Kyler said. He focused on the car again, blocking out the noise in the room and conentrating on bring the real car into appearance.
"Specialis Revelio!" Kyler said again, waving his wand. The front of the red car faded, the paint phasing into blue. The whole car didn't really change like he had hoped, but hey, he had gotten something!
"That's something," he said. Kyler held a hand up to Jera, gesturing for her to go ahead. She was smart, so he was pretty sure she would get it before him.
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I would be <i>honored!</i>
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Seamus
May 25, 2008 11:22 AM
I knew I did by Seamus
Seamus looked from one girl to another and sighed. Whatever happened to “Ladies First”? he stared down at the dumb tombstone. Why didn’t it do anything? It just sat there with its silly epitaph, mocking him. Perhaps if he did the spell, it would become clear. What harm could a fake tombstone do anyhow? Seamus lifted his wand and gave the incantation.“Specialis Revelio!”
Suddenly the tombstone began to transform into a face. First, a pair of eerie eyes blinked open and looked all around. The a nose jutted from the flat surface, then a mouth. The mouth opened as if to draw a huge breath and the eyes focused on Seamus. The mouth began to move and a loud voice burst in off-key tunage.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’
Riley is dead and O’Really don’t know it
O’Really is dead and O’Riley don’t know it
They’re both lying dead in the very same bed!…
And neither one knows that the other one’s dead!
Brrrrrrrroom, Brrrrrrrrrrroom, Brrrrrrrrrrrrrroom!
The eyes left the stunned Seamus and fell on the girls. There was a malevolent grin that grace the possessed tombstone as it blurted out yet another ditty.
If you laugh,
When a hearse goes by,
Then you will be the next to die.
They wrap you up in a bloody sheet
And drop you six feet underneath.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out.
They play pinochle at your snout.
A big, black spider from Paradise goes in your liver
And out your eyes.
“Well, that’s something now, isn’t it?” Seamus laughed.
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I knew I did
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Jera
May 26, 2008 3:26 PM
Excellent! *dances* by Jera
Jera sat back and watched while Kyler attempted the spell first. He was almost successful, in that his spell did yield some observable results, but there was probably more work still to be done. "You did really well," Jera told him. Kyler seemed like he needed lots of encouragement, s though he didn't yet have any confidence in his own abilities. Jera suspected that he was from a Muggle family, one of those who didn't know any magi...il they started school. She didn't want to ask though, because it seemed rude. Instead she said, "Magic can take some getting used to. I see my parents doing magic all the time at home, but it takes practise to get good."It was Jera's turn to try the spell now, so she held her wand tight and aimed it at the cauldron. "Specialis Revelio," she cast. She thought her bject glowed a little, but nothing seemed to ave changed. "Let me try again," she said, determination starting to set in, and hardening her features ever so slighty. Jera cast the spell again, and this time some of the shine on the petwer faded, and patches of dark tarnish became visible on its surface. "Ah," she said, as if some secret had just been revealled to her. "Not quite so new as it first looks, then," she said, smiling at Kyler. "I never seen a cauldron that shiny before." Of course all the cauldrons Jera ad seen were older than her, so that was hardly surprising.
"Come on," she said to Kyler, spurred on by her success, "I bet you can finish it off," she nodded towards his two-tone car. "Have another go."
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Excellent! *dances*
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Kyler
May 26, 2008 8:43 PM
You're a very good dancer by Kyler
Kyler had hoped that he would be a great wizard when he got to Sonora. He had hoped that he would shock-and-awe the teachers with his magical skills, especially being a Muggleborn. Too bad it didn't seem to be turning out that way. All of the subjects he had tried so far were just too intense for him. Flying, though, that was cool! It didn't have the pressure that the other lessons seemed to have. It was so much easier to work when he didn't feel like he had to focus so much. From what he had heard about Charms it sounded cool and Potions seemed like it was just throwing some stuff together. The other classes though... DADA, History of Magic, Transfiguration, they were too much for him. Comec (that's how Saul had said it) wasn't too hard, but he didn't have the attention span for it. Andy was cool to talk to there, but they hadn't really talked about that little Crab thing as much. Cool class, but Kyler just couldn't really listen as well when he was outside and distracted.In response to her comment on the Jera's parents doing magic at home, Kyler replied,
"I don't see magic at home. I'm muggleborn. I grew up seeing cinema-magic rather than this stuff. My mom is a movie producer and my dad is stunt man. I like this magic way more though!" He smiled at Jera before continuing on, "You're lucky you get to see this stuff all the time. I wish I knew I was a wizard before. Then I might be a little better at this stuff." He made a face at his wand, which he twirled around his fingers once.
Now it was Jera's turn to try out the spell. Her first try did the same thing that Kyler's first attempt had done. He saw a flicker of change, but it faded before it could reveal itself. She tried again, looking determined to get it right. Sure enough, the next time she muttered the spell the mini-cauldron revealed a less-than-shiney surface rather than the polished varnish it appeared to have. "Not quite so new as it first looks, then. I've never seen a cauldron that shiny before." Kyler grinned back at her and said with a small laugh,
"Yeah, me neither."
Jera turned to him and nodded towards his car, encouraging him to give it another go. Her encouragement made him a little more comfortable with the whole 'pressured to focus' thing. He ran a hand through his brown hair and took out his wand again,
"No laughing if I get wrong, okay? Not all of us can be as smart as you," he said with a playful (maybe flirtatious) smile, directing his brown eyes to the car. He waved his wand and said the incantation for the fourth time in the lesson. The paint on the car faded completely to blue and Kyler couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself.
"All right! I think this is the first spell I've gotten really down!" He held up his hand to her for a high-five. "Now, do you think that cauldron has any more secrets you can reveal?"
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You're a very good dancer
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Jera
June 01, 2008 3:02 PM
Thanks! by Jera
Jera guessed right - Kyler was Muggleborn. Well she was now sure that once he'd gotten used to magic his confidence would improve, and then so would his performance. He didn't have anything to worry about. "You'll be fine with practise," she told him."Oh, cool," she replied to his parents' jobs - Jera knew about Muggle movies and thought it must be fun to be involved with making them. "My Pa researchers herbal remedies and writes books about them," she said. "My Ma teaches here," Jera smiled shyly. She hadn't told anyone else yet, though she suspected some of the older students probably knew who she was. She was proud of her mother, but she didn't want the other kids to treat her any differently, so she just hadn't mentioned it.
Kyler was successful in finishing the transformation of his object. "Well done," Jera congratulated him, smiling. "See, you're really good already!" Of course she still had to take another turn. Redirecting her attention back to the tarnished cauldron, Jera raised her wand one more time. It was unique, not just because it was hers, but because the druids had made it specially for her, and her parents had carved runes into its length to strengthen its magic.
"Spcialis Revelio!" Jera cast one more time. The cauldron remained the same - a small, tarnished pewter pot. "Well, either it's not got any more secrets to reveal, or I didn't cast the spell right," she considered. Turning to Kyler, she said, "Do you want a go? Or shall we call it a day?"
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Thanks!
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Kyler
June 01, 2008 5:53 PM
You're very welcome by Kyler
Sometimes growing up in the Business was tough. Mom never really helped Kyler with his homework because that wasn't her area of expertise. Dad told him to figure it out. What always helped was Mom's fanastic ability to cheer him up after report cards came back home. She'd glance down, raise her eyebrows, give him a look that said "You can do better. Your conduct grade is atrocious, but I don't really blame you for having fun," and then said, "Go get your gear on. We're climbing." Jera, however, had a father in herbal remedies (Potions help), and a mother who worked here! That could kind of suck though... Kyler liked the whole boarding school thing. One, because it allowed him time to grow in a, you know, social way without being under constant suveilance. Mom and Dad never really had to know, unless he really screwed up. Jera didn't have that option. She also had to be perfect in her mother's class or she would hear about it later."Well that has its pros and cons. You get tons of homework help, but you have to be an academic angel," he said, watching Jera as she raised her wand. No real effect happened.
"Well, either it's not got any more secrets to reveal, or I didn't cast the spell right." Kyler gave a shrug.
"You probably did it right," he said. "I think we're done." Kyler didn't doubt that Jera had done the spell right. Something about her attitude made him assume she could do no wrong with magic. Or maybe he was just biased or something. It wasn't like her appearance was helping any. Or maybe Kyler was just being a guy. But Jera had this infectious personality that made him want to keep talking to her.
"Okay, let's play a game," Kyler said, leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, his hands clasped in front of him. "Ask any question, and the other has to answer truthfully. Wanna give it a go?" He raised his eyebrows and gave a light, hopeful smile.
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You're very welcome
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Chelsea
June 08, 2008 4:21 PM
Very true by Chelsea
What a relief! Chelsea's group member was someone from a good family, and not only that, an apparently properly behaving one. "Chelsea Brockert of the Colorado Brockerts" That was the appropriate way to address another person of good breeding. It would have been unnecessary for Amelia to say her branch, seeing as everyone knew the Smythes were from Illinois. Granted, everyone assumed the Brockerts were from Colorado. (Even though Chelsea's immediate family lived in Portland, Oregon) " Second year, Aladren." Her mouth twisted a bit at this. Chelsea was smart, certainly but she was hardly the geeky bookish sort. That was more Adam's thing. "Related to Cecily, I assume?" Not that it was any guarantee of correct behavior-her own younger sister Nina was a horrid example of what a young lady should be while Chelsea herself was an ideal one-but the way Amelia dressed and acted seemed to stand on it's own.She sat down in the offered chair. "Thank you, Amelia" Chelsea replied politely. She sighed thinking of the work they had to do. She would much prefer to put the spells on the objects rather than take them off. "Almost all our classes are total drags." Chelsea responded. "The real issue isn't that those curses were put on their for a reason. The reason is pretty clear with a cursed object. It's in order to harm the recipient. The thing is though, it's not very likely for a lot of us that we're going to ever recieve such things. I mean, I'm going to be a respectable proper pureblood lady with all that entails, marrying well and such, not be some Auror or something. Who would send me such an object?"
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Very true
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Amelia
June 11, 2008 8:56 AM
Indeed by Amelia
Ah, so this was Chelsea Brockert. "Yes, I'm Cecily's sister," Amelia claified. "Delighted to meet you, Chelsea." Well as far as partnrs went, Amelia probably couldn't have picked a better one.Despite being in Aladren, Chelsea didn't seem too pleased with the standard of education at Sonora, either. Plus she seemed t have the same idea about the lesson that Amelia did; they were never going to be sent cursed objcts. "I know, that's what I thought," Amelia said. "Utterly pointless."
Still, they could argue the value of the lesson all day, and they still wouldn't get any grades. "I suppose we have to do the work anyway," Amelia said, her voice a cross between exasperated and sulky. "My parents won't be pleased if I end up failing a class, not matter how ridiculous it is."
With a sigh implying geat effort, Amelia pushed her slightly rounded form up from the chair and said to Chelsea, "You may wait here; I'll go and gt the next part of the lessn." She rolled her eyes. "Back in a moment." Amelia headed up to the front of the class and selected two items from the professor's lot. If any of them caused her or Chelsea harm she was going to get her parents to write a very strongly worded letter.
"Here we go then," Amelia said as she returned. She put one item in front of Chelsea, and she kept the other, a dusty looking old book, for herself. "What do you think would happen if we just refused to do the class?" she wondered out loud.
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Indeed
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Chelsea
June 28, 2008 6:18 PM
Sorry for the wait by Chelsea
"Delighted meet you as well, Amelia" Chelsea responded in kind. She felt rather lucky to get such a decent partner. Amelia had the same grace and manners that her older sister seemed to have. Chelsea couldn't help feel that Cecily was more fortunate in that department than she was. For one thing, as far as she knew, Cecily only had the one sibling, not five like she herself had. Not to mention, Amelia seemed so much better than Nina was."Oh, I know." She replied, wrinkling her nose slightly. Granted Chelsea's parents were rarely on their kids about grades, but certainly they wouldn't be happy if she failed anything. Nor would her great-grandfather who really wanted his descendents to be upstanding in every way. He seemed rather disappointed in her grandfather. Not to mention being ashamed of her two cousins since Marshall was a drunk and Oliver was possibly a homosexual. Therefore, Chelsea was eager to please. Even though Great-Grandfather seems far more interested in Adam, his precious heir Chelsea thought with disdain and a small amount of bitterness. She was better and more respectable than any of her siblings. "My parents rarely think my classes are ridiculous. My father, like myself, was in Aladren," and had been rather surprised when Chelsea was placed there. Not because he didn't believe she was smart, it was just that Chelsea didn't care one bit about schoolwork, aside from maybe trying to show up her older brother and not shaming her family by getting bad grades. "However, unlike me, he was a far more bookish, stereotypical one. Not that he was exactly nerdy, he just valued our pointless classes more than I do."
Another thing Chelsea appreciated was that Amelia offered to get their items. "Thank you," she said. Before she knew it the other girl was back and had placed an old worn but thankfully clean stuffed tiger in front of her.
"What do you think would happen if we just refused to do the class?"
"We would probably get detention." Chelsea replied, "and Merlin only knows what O'Leary would make us do. It could be any thing from feet of essays on the value of the assignment," which neither girl apparently saw, "or cleaning something the Muggle way. Some of the teachers here seem to prefer the Muggle way in general. I don't know if O'Leary is one of them but Flatt and Taylor definitely seem to. I think they both favor muggle-borns as well and you just know that if it was the reverse and they were favoring people because they were purebloods everyone would be all over it protesting and they'd get in trouble."
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Sorry for the wait
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Amelia
July 03, 2008 12:38 PM
That's okay by Amelia
Chelsea predicted that refusing to do the lesson would land them both in detention. Although Amelia wasn't against detentin per say, it didn't exactly give a good impression. Besides, if they were only going to be set more work in the detention, they may as well do it in the classroom and stay out of trouble."Of course," Amelia replied to Chelsea's theory about muggleborn prejudice. She was absolutely right. "It's quite pathetic. But maybe the muggleborns need that extra bit of support," Amelia said, sighing airily.
"Well I suppose we ought to bow to the governors and do their silly assignment," she said. Double checking the spell, Amelia raised her wand and yed the old book with disdain. "Specialis Revelio," she cast in a commanding voice. The book lost a layer or two of dust, and the cover began to fade hazy green in patches, as opposed to being rusty red all over. "I wonder if that was supposed to happen?" Amelia mused outloud with very little genuine intrest.
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That's okay
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