Professor Levy
November 26, 2010 8:49 PM
Beginner Level: Lesson II (First and Second Years) by Professor Levy
If someone had walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, one might have thought Erika was converting the room to a library. There were piles of books stacked up on her desk. Those were the ones that she had come back from midterm with curtsy of Torra. Soon enough, they would be wife and wife. Unlike some couples, it was more difficult to plan their wedding since they saw each other so little and arrangements had to be made at certain times. For the most part, she was happy to leave it to whatever her girlfriend wanted. After all, it was to be her dream wedding. Erika was mostly happy that she would call Torra hers forever.However, Torra, being Torra, insisted that she send her any ideas she had or tell her anything she liked since it was supposed to be her wedding too. Though, she had promised to and really would look at all the information, Erika’s only insistences were standing at the altar and being able to wear a suit. She had found what she thought to be the perfect one and was planning on sending a picture of it, as soon as she got her class settled. That was where the stack of boxes on the floor came in. Those were ones that came from her collection. Some had been bought for enjoyment while others had been part of her secondary, university, and auror educations. Today, she would be passing some of that education along to her Beginner level students that were now filing into the classroom. “Good afternoon. “Hope everyone is ready for a lesson less than ordinary.”
Erika waited until they were all seated and ready before she began her lesson. “Many of you probably think nothing of picking up an object laying around or ripping open mail without seeing who it’s from. No second thought is given to these actions and if you lived only in the muggle world, you probably wouldn’t have to. Unfortunately, in the wizarding world, things are a little more dangerous. After all, if they weren’t, you wouldn’t be taking this class. Even the most ordinary of items, like a book,” she said, as she picked one up, “can be hazardous.”
“Some of you might be laughing at the very thought, however, there have been books known to burn out eyes, never let you stop reading, and even ones that cause you to speak in limericks for the rest of your life. All of these books have had spells placed on them to cause such things to happen. Today, you’ll get to experience a bit of what books can do. Some of the books I have here do absolutely nothing and some do. That’s up to you to find out. Fortunately, none of them do anything truly terrible or absolute. All of the effects of these spells can be ended with Finite Incantatem.”
After Erika gave the students a brief demonstration/review of Finite Incantatem, she went on, “You may choose any of the books in the boxes on the floor and you’re welcome to partner up with someone. If you have any questions, I’ll be working at my desk. Enjoy.” With that, she sat down on her desk and began clipping the picture that she was going to send. It was the traditional black, but rather than the boring white shirt, it had a ruffled shirt and had been designed for the female body, so it would show off her figure nicely. While she didn’t want to distract from Torra, she did want to look perfect dancing with her soon-to-be bride.
OOC: Minimum of ten well written sentences please, but remember the more detailed and creative the post, the more points earned! Have fun with the books, some might turn your hair blue or give other odd effects.
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Neal Padrig, Pecari
December 05, 2010 1:57 AM
You really can’t judge a book by its cover by Neal Padrig, Pecari
Neal never really knew what to expect from a Defense lesson. Smiling brightly, he realized it was one of the reasons why he thought of it as his favorite. Every lesson felt like it came from some sort of magical action movie, which was the sort of thing that the second year hoped his life would be like one day. It may seem like a far-fetched aspiration, but he was young and had plenty of time to daydream about his probably-never-gonna-happen future plans. It might seem odd that the generally mild-mannered and calm boy who spoke in a flat tone and spent a lot of time reading cared for adventure or fast-paced classes, but that only went to show that he wasn’t as boring as he might let on.Seeing boxes all over the place, Neal tried to brainstorm what was going on. Was Professor Levy moving or something? Only with the promise that the lesson would be ”less than ordinary” did Neal decide to leave the explaining to her and just go take a seat. Listening to her talk, Neal knew he shouldn’t be as awe-struck over the idea of dangerous artifacts, but he was. Books burning out people’s eyes sounded horrible, no doubt about it, but the simple fact that he hadn’t ever seen or heard about anything like that had him wondering about it.
His father had done a good job at exposing Neal to the wiziarding world well before Neal got a letter for Sonora, so hearing about things his father hadn’t even explained to him was another reason to get excited. He was getting briefed on things his dad didn’t even know. And that right there was completely crazy.
Neal gave a small grin at the lesson when the professor was done introducing it, but it didn’t do justice to express how amped up he was to get started. This was like combing detective work with spell work – it was the sort of dangerous stuff that made him get that knot of anticipation he loved. Though he wasn’t against working alone for this one, the thought of having a partner to work with seemed like it’d only make the lesson more fun. “Hey, are you working with anyone yet?” he asked the person next to him. “If not, want to partner up?”
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Neal Padrig, Pecari
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Sam Bauer, Crotalus
December 15, 2010 1:53 PM
Sometimes not even its back cover. by Sam Bauer, Crotalus
Sam was still scanning his mother’s letter, trying to pick out the most useful details, as he walked into Defense. There was something very not manly about reading letters from his mom all over the place, which was why he didn’t do it in his dorm room around Nic, but she was his only source of information about what was going on at home. If he didn’t have that information, he was pretty sure he’d have a rough time of it whenever he had to go home for holidays, and their entire number was based on being as inconspicuous as his early childhood issues would allow.Mrs. Rubenstein’s cat had died…Ah, that sucked. He’d liked that cat. And, though he’d never admit it to anyone except maybe the old lady, he liked Mrs. Rubenstein. Mrs. Goldberg had a fight with her daughter…Good, he didn’t like any of the Goldbergs, anyway. Mrs. Goldberg liked to make comments about his mother under a thin veil of pity, Mr. Goldberg seemed to want to play father figure to him, and Natalie Goldberg was just annoying. Lacy Johnson had said hello, which was always a concern since she’d figured out there was something peculiar about him when they were in second grade, but if she’d referenced Percy Jackson again, his mother hadn’t seen fit to include it…And there, in the final paragraph, she recounted the numbers the restaurant had taken in this week.
Despite still feeling a little irritated about how Kate had spent so much of their last mealtime convinced he was either her therapist or a relationship counselor who could get through to Rachel that he hadn’t been able to finish reading this thing properly then, Sam felt his day brighten a little as he folded the letter and placed it carefully inside his Defense textbook. If she was still reporting the numbers, then it stood to reason that she hadn’t been fired. He’d been trying to convince her to slightly enchant her boss ever since the next most senior waitress at Harry’s had gotten that treatment, but she was too darn ethical to take care of herself.
If, in the current state of the economy, she lost her job, they were what experts referred to as ‘screwed.’ Uncle Jake would do his best to help them out, but his educational status made his financial one such that rumor had it Aunt Emily was the one paying alimony, and Sam was under no illusions about his grandparents or Uncle Isaac. Unless his mother had some serious dirt on Isaac, they’d never see a knut out of them.
It was times like this that he resented his father. Dude had apparently been an Auror. Aurors made money. His mother insisted they had been planning to get married. Would it have really have been that much trouble to change his life insurance policy preemptively to include his girlfriend, just in case he happened to get himself killed a few weeks before she realized he’d gotten her pregnant first? Some people just had no consideration.
Professor Levy was not such a person. Sam found himself nodding along as she explained about how things could be cursed, and how it was helpful to have lots of practice in nullifying things. He’d like it if they could go ahead and learn about how to tell something was bad news ahead of time, but he guessed that was an intermediate or advanced thing. It was still a useful lesson, which was one thing he loved about Sonora. If he thought about it long enough, he could find a use for almost everything they learned.
Well…maybe some of the uses were well outside the kind of dull life he was likely to actually lead, since James Bond he was highly likely to not be, but they were still cool. And maybe not some bits Care of Magical Creatures, exactly. He was a city boy to the bone, so even his potions ingredients were bought pre-packaged, and he couldn’t really afford fancy quills, but even that class had its days. He sometimes had to suffer through some teachers who had issues to get the good stuff, but as long as he got it and could do well for himself in the world, he could deal with that.
Upon recognizing who was asking him to pair up, Sam smiled. He liked Neal Padrig, who he’d worked with before, as far as he liked anyone; occasionally, he cast Neal and Kirstenna Melcher as his friends in some of the more fanciful eventual lives he’d thought up. “No, and sure thing,” he said, answering both questions at once. “Want to start with a book a piece, or just grab a handful and see how well we can work through them?”
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Sam Bauer, Crotalus
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