Professor Lilac Crosby
September 03, 2010 4:28 PM
Button those trousers! [First and second years!] by Professor Lilac Crosby
Lilac was particularly excited for this lesson. Firstly, it was first and second years. At eleven and twelve, kids were so innocent and pure! It made her wish she had her own children. But, she decided, her having children would seem weird, considering she wasn’t married. She wasn’t even seeing any one, as her mother liked to point out, and she pointed it out often. The twenty-six year old could only return that she would find someone when she found someone, and her mother had to stop pushing so hard.But now was not the time to go off on a tangent and reminisce memories of her numerous discussions with her mother. Now was the time to prepare her lesson for the first and second years. The boys in particular would enjoy this class, and she hoped those girlish ladies that were bound to be in the class wouldn’t object too terribly much. Perhaps if they could give the brunette professor a good reason as to why they could not to perform the task, they could be excused. Maybe.
Realizing the time, Lilac quickly stood up, tripped, and pulled herself back up ungracefully. “Stupid big feet,” she blamed in a mumble, despite her feet being not that large at all, only size seven. Pulling open a drawer, she grabbed the “secret boxes” and, placing on some desks blue boxes and others pink, sighed.. With a swish of her wand, a piece of chalk began to scribble feverishly across the chalk board, drawing an illustration of the classroom from aerial view. The students would find out what was happening when they came in.
Finally, it was class time, and Lilac smiled in a friendly way to all the students who were to be coming in. Once it seemed they were all seated, she began to speak. “Good morning, students,” Lilac began, pausing to leave room for a returning hello. She wasn’t sure whether or not it was coming. “First thing is, do you see this seating chart on the board? It has places on each desk to allow room for a name. Please, in turns, come up and sign your name on the drawing of your desk. These will be your permanent seats, so I hope you didn’t sit by anyone you dislike!”
Lilac paused again for enough time to allow all of the students to walk up, grab the chalk, scribble their names down, and return to their seats. Her full lips forming a smile, she continued. “Hopefully, on your desk is a box?” When she didn’t think anyone would raise a hand to ask where their box was, she went on. “Prepare yourselves and open the boxes! Do not look inside, just put your hand in and pull out one of the little things inside.” Inside the boxes, of course, were beetles, and Lilac couldn’t help grinning internally. She thought heard a couple disgusted screams, and the grin became external.
“Please note,” she added quickly to erase her smile. “These are live beetles, and if left unattended, they will escape. Today, you will be turning them these beetles into shiny buttons. The incantation is Boapyga. Pulling a beetle out of the box on her own desk while she spoke, Lilac tapped her wand on the black beetle when she stated the incantation. In no time at all, the beetle transfigured into a sparkling black button. Holding up the button for the class to see, she added, “Your result should be something like this.”
“Be aware,” Lilac continued after a couple seconds of pausing, “These beetles will not be left as beetles. After class, I’ll untransfigure them and release them. Just thought you animal rights people might want to know. Ooh,” she quickly continued after a moment of thought. “Please, feel free to work in pairs or groups --no more than three to a group, please-- and help each other improve!”
“I’ll be walking around, making sure everything is going okay,” the gray-eyed woman began wrapping up. “If anyone has questions, raise your hand, and I’ll be there momentarily.” With a warm smile, she finished with those three words: “You may begin.”
OOC: I'd be super impressed with fifteen or twenty sentences from you children than a bare minimum post. Push yourselves, people! Standard posting rules apply, and be creative!
Subthreads: Wrinkling nose. by Jordan Adair, Crotalus with Sara Raines, Pecari, Jordan
*Is paranoid and checks trousers* by Ryan O'Malley,Crotalus with Neal Padrig, Pecari
Getting back to work. by Sam Bauer, Crotalus with Valentina Bentancourt
Finally something close to useful by Nova Wynn {Aladren} with Marcus Williams (Pecari), Nova, Professor Crosby, Prof. C.
Yes, more off-the-wall theories by Kirstenna Melcher,Teppenpaw with Luke Valerio, Pecari
Steaming up the place. by Jessica Zeworth [Pecari] with Dani Adair, Pecari
Fortunately, I am wearing robes. by Autumn Collins, Crotalus
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Professor Lilac Crosby
Button those trousers! [First and second years!]
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Nova Wynn {Aladren}
September 05, 2010 11:17 PM
Finally something close to useful by Nova Wynn {Aladren}
Nova was quite satisfied with herself. She had stayed up almost all night and had finished that brick of a book "The Tale of Two Cities." She smirked. That will show mother and father. Never underestimate me. Picking up the next book from the bookcase she had just had to bring along, she left her room and shut the door with a flourish.Walking into the Transfiguration classroom was the (in hindsight) the stupidest thing she had ever done. "Good morning students." the much too peppy teacher began. Rolling her eyes, Nova signed her name on the seating chart as instructed, sat as far away from the freak/professor as possible, and opened up her new book, "The Prince."
“Hopefully, on your desk is a box?” What does she mean hopefully? Mostly to prevent this inept teacher from causing her any bodily harm, Nova quickly put her book down next to her. Putting her hand into the box, she nearly squeaked. It was obviously filled with something creepy and gross. Looking cautiously into the box, she found it to be crawling with ugly beetles. "So gross!" she squealed. Turnign to the student next to her, she made a face. "I thought this was Transfiguration, not Insects 101," she said.
“These are live beetles, and if left unattended, they will escape. Today, you will be turning them these beetles into shiny buttons. The incantation is Boapyga" Well atleast I can get rid of you! Nova thought evily. Using the end of her wand (as to not touch the slimy little thing) she picked out her victim. "Time for you to die," she whispered to the beetle. "Boapyga!" Laughing as her beetle easily turned into a button, she proceeded to "practice" on as many beetles as possible, to rid herself of the horrible little creatures.
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Finally something close to useful
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Marcus Williams (Pecari)
September 06, 2010 12:56 PM
How is this useful? by Marcus Williams (Pecari)
Marcus was a little bit excited about the actually classes that he would be taking while at Sonora. But he was also really nervous too. He was used to English lessons, Math lessons, and Science lessons. He didn’t know what exactly Charms or Transfiguration were. Or what he would need Defense Against the Dark Arts. And he was a little nervous that he would even have to take a class against whatever Dark Arts were. He knew there were self defense classes outside of his old school that were available to people, but they were just classes that people chose to take in their spare time. It wasn’t a class that was taught in school. Was there so many dark wizards/witches in the magical world that even the kids needed to be prepared? That was actually a scary thought and Marcus wasn’t about to let his mother know any of that.Although Marcus would never admit it, he had actually read through some of the books that they were required to have in order to have some understanding about what they would be doing. Charms seemed like what they would need to get through every day things. Okay, he could understand that. Transfiguration he was having a little bit more of a difficulty understanding the purpose of it. They take objects and change them into something else. Alright, that he could get. There were times when he wished he had something when he needed it. What he didn’t understand was why he would have to change living things into non-living things or vice versa. Why? Wasn’t that jut cruel? And were the non-living objects that were suddenly living actually living or where they just like weird Scifi stuff?
He walked into the classroom with a slight moment of hesitation. Reading what they would be doing was way different than actually being able to do it. Marcus had been good at math. Math and sports. Those were what he was good at. Although, his teacher said most adolescent boys were good at math. So, really, Marcus was probably average in math, but happened to get As on his assignments. Math was easy to him. He was fairly certain that Transfiguration would be nothing like Math for him and he really didn’t want to fail at this magic stuff. He wasn’t expecting As, but he would at least like to pass.
Marcus signed his name at a desk in the back of the room. He wasn’t trying to avoid anyone or anything. He was on the taller end of the scale when it came to height and years of being told he needed to sit in the back made him automatically assume that was where he would have to sit. Once seated, Marcus waited for the lesson to begin. He wondered what they would be doing. From what he gathered in the books, they would start out small. A pencil to a feather sort of deal. Okay, that seemed like a good place to start. Especially since he wasn’t sure how good he would be at this. He had never used his wand before.
The Professor began the lesson by indicating the box on the desk. Marcus had noticed it but only because he was going to put his book on his desk, but couldn’t because of the box. He had been able to hear something scurrying around in it, which confused him, but didn’t really disturb him. As directed, Marcus opened the top of it and hesitatingly put his hand into it without looking. When something hard brushed up against his hand, Marcus jumped but didn’t back away. Pulling the bug out, Marcus held fast to it in his hands. He listened intently to the lesson, but any confidence that he had waivered and disappeared almost entirely.
His first lesson was going to be a living thing to a non-living thing. In the books, that was like a fourth year lesson, not a first year lesson. Seriously? Was he put into the overachieving school for the magical and not the ‘never knew magic existed’ school? This wasn’t going to work. He was totally going to fail without even really being given the chance at all. That didn’t seem very fair. Even his old school worked with those who needed it to be sure that everyone was successful.
Marcus only glanced at the girl beside him when she commented about the bugs, but otherwise said nothing. He had read enough to know that they will be working on various creatures for all the lessons, so it didn’t really bother him. He just hadn’t been expecting it for another couple of years. Oh well. There was no point in dwelling on it. His mother said that he needed to at least try and if by Christmas he doubted this was the right fit for him, she would take him out and transfer him back to his old school. His mother, however, really wanted this to work out for him. She wanted him away from bad influences.
”Time for you to die”
That was the creepiest thing he had ever heard a girl ever say in his whole life. Even his mother, who absolutely despised bugs, never said anything like that. She just wanted them out of her home. Marcus looked at the girl as though she had two heads and watched her change the bug into a button without any trouble at all. Marcus held back a sigh. They had placed him in the overachievers school. “I don’t think you’re actually killing it.” Marcus told the girl. “Professor Whatsherface said she’d be turning them back to beetles after class. I’m assuming turning them into buttons can’t actually hurt them, though I don’t see how it doesn’t.” Marcus mumbled that last part more to himself than to her.
Having tried the incantation on his own beetle with little success, Marcus looked over at the girl again. “How come you can do it without even blinking? Mine doesn’t even look scared at the idea of being changed.”
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How is this useful?
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Nova
September 09, 2010 4:06 PM
It's funner then bug repelant, to say the least by Nova
After transforming yet another vile little creature into a button, she heard the boy next to her speak. “I don’t think you’re actually killing it.” She turned and resisted the urge to yell at him. Instead, she put on a false smile and said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Oh thank heavens! I would never want to hurt one of these precious creatures!" Adding her new button to the her pile, she rolled her eyes. Of course somebody just had to ruin her fun.“How come you can do it without even blinking? Mine doesn’t even look scared at the idea of being changed.” Nova smirked at the clueless child. "It's easy for an excellent student cest moi" She chuckled. "Still, only an incopetent mudblood wouldn't be able to comprehend the simplest of Transfiguration." Gingerly taking another victim to test her skills on, she wondered aloud, "Maybe I could try some other spells on this stupid insect..."
Flipping the helpless beetle on it's back so it couldn't get away, Nova thought of a spell to use that would be much more effective then the stupid button charm. Going back through her memory, she thought of a book she had read that summer. Magic and Destruction; Spells never to use on a person. It had struck her as insane to write a very detailed book on how to cast spells that were you were, supposedly, not allowed to use at her age. Whatever. Nova pointed her wand deliberatley at the squirming creature and said, "Diffindo!" To her delight, the creature was sliced neatly in half and shot off the desk. Grinning to herself, she turned to the student next to her and said, "Now that is a real spell!"
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Nova
It's funner then bug repelant, to say the least
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Marcus
September 09, 2010 8:24 PM
Only if you like torture. by Marcus
Marcus was an easy going kid. He had always been. He had always needed to be. With the life that he had with his mother, Marcus had to learn to just go with whatever was thrown at him. But that didn’t mean that was had to like it. The girl’s attitude and tone of voice was completely and unnecessarily rude. Marcus didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in his mouth, but his mother had taught him manners. This girl, no matter what her background was, had none of the teachings of etiquette that he had been given. She was definitely not someone that Marcus will be spending the time to get to know. She wasn’t worth the time he would waste getting to know her.He was pretty sure she was insulting him and probably a handful of others in the classroom with her next comment. Although, Marcus had no idea what ‘Mudblood’ meant and assumed that it was some magical term he had yet to learn. Of course, how she was currently using the phrase, Marcus assumed it was a negative term. He would have to ask Sara or Jordan some time. They would explain it to him.
The fact that this girl could easily transfigure the beetle meant that she had probably had been practicing these things for a long time. He didn’t find that fair, but then, lately, nothing really seemed to be playing fair when it came to him and magic. As awesome as magic was, the representative who had spoken to him and his mother had left a lot out. In this world, he was very confused.
Marcus decided to just not talk to the girl after that. She obviously didn’t want to talk to him, so, he’d just leave it at what it was. Marcus knew that there would be people he wouldn’t get along with or like. She happened to be one of them. Great.
He had managed to actually turn his beetle into a button, but it didn’t look quite right and moved a little. Although it wasn’t perfect, it was a start and he was rather proud of himself. He was going to try again when the beetle the girl next to him suddenly flew and the girl spoke to him once again. Surprise registered first when he saw the beetle that should have been a button but instead looked as though she had tortured it. “What the heck is wrong with you?” Marcus asked, still looking at the bug. “Are you a Sadist or something? Love to torture things that have no defense?” Marcus finally looked at her. He really regretted putting his name on this desk. For all he knew, she would do the same to him.
“Seriously, you ain’t right.” Marcus shook his head and nudged his desk a little away from her in case she was offended and wanted to use her wand on him just to prove his point.
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Only if you like torture.
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Nova
September 14, 2010 10:39 PM
Well if it's deserved... by Nova
“What the heck is wrong with you?” Nova looked up from the half-a-beetle on the table in front of her with a stunned look on her face. Did he just say what she thought he said? "Excuse me?" She could barely stop herself from slapping him. "What is wrong with you? How dare you insult a daughter of the Wynn family? I bet you're a stupid Mudblood. Anyone with any real magic in them knows never to mess with someone from a true Pure family!"“Are you a Sadist or something? Love to torture things that have no defense?” Nova's eyebrows were knit tightly togethor. This kid was seriously asking for it. "That insect served no purpose. It's miserable excuse for a life only got in the way of important people like myself."
Thinking of a way to punish this imbicile for his actions, Nova looked down, only to see the handiwork of her Diffindo-split beetle. An idea popped into her head. "I'll teach you to mess with a Pureblood! Diffindo!" She laughed menacingly when the boy's pantleg was sliced neatly off. "How's that for a spell?"
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Nova
Well if it's deserved...
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Marcus
September 15, 2010 9:11 PM
You really are a sadist (TAG PROFESSOR) by Marcus
There she went again with this Mudblood business. Like that hurt him. He was sure it was an insult in the magical world, but to him, it was just a strange word. It meant nothing. And even when he did find out the meaning, he doubted it would hurt him even then. Beyond that, why she mentioned her family and say that he insulted her was a little confusing.Why should he care and who the heck is the Wynn family? He didn’t care if she had money or status or whatever it was that the magical world run on. She was behaving like a psychopath. What was it that his mother said this girl would be? The sort of person who didn’t care for others and found pleasure in tormenting them? Sociopath? A person who lacks a sense of moral responsibility. Yes, that was it. She was torturing a beetle because she felt the bug was worthless. She also clearly felt she had some sort of superiority over everyone else just because she might have some money or had magical ancestors or whatever made the heart pump wildly amongst this crowd of beings.
He wanted to tell her that he had never heard of her and so, she couldn’t really be all that important, but he figured that there was no point to even try to reason with her. His mother said, when he met a person who cared very little for the lives of others that he should quickly walk away. The only thing they would do was hurt him and the people he cared about, especially if it meant that they gained something for themselves.
Marcus was prepared to go back to trying to spell when he heard and felt the leg of his pants rip open and the girl start laughing in a very ‘witchy’ way. Marcus shot up from out of his seat. “What did you do?” Marcus yelled. “These were a good pair of jeans! You are seriously messed in the head, you know that?” Marcus spit out at her.
He turned towards the professor, his hand high in the air. “Professor, I’m not sitting hear this chick anymore. She’s crazy!” Marcus told her. If the professor didn’t let him change seats, he’ll go to the Headmistress. Marcus never told on anyone, never needed to, but he wasn’t going to just sit around and let the girl throw spells at him that he didn’t know how to protect himself against. “She split the beetle almost completely in half and then uses the spell on me. What kind of place is this? My mom sent me here to get me out of the violence, but now I’m even closer to it cos this girl thinks she’s a God who can do whatever she wants.”
Marcus didn’t care if he sounded dumb to the other students nor did he care if they were listening to him. He now had a ripped pair of good jeans. His mother would be furious. Plus, he now had a crazy girl out to get him because he didn’t think she was okay in the head. “Look,” Marcus said still talking to the professor. “I never make trouble and I usually just take it as it is, but look at what she did to my pants! And she’s laughing about it. I need a new seat.”
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Professor Crosby
September 16, 2010 4:28 PM
Can't you two be good children and play with your insects? by Professor Crosby
Lilac was enjoying circling the kids, watching them either succeed or fail. Each failure, Lilac mentally reassured them, would only lead to more success later on. After all, if someone is perfect from the beginning, then life would be rather boring, since they would have no improvement later on. Their progress would be a flat line, horizontal and straight, whereas the averages, struggling student would have many ups and downs, resulting in a neatly crooked line of progress, something much more significant.And so, Lilac was a bit disgruntled when she discovered a student was addressing her. Good gracious, what happened to his pants? the brunette professor wondered. “Professor, I’m not sitting hear this chick anymore. She’s crazy!” What a horrible thing to say! That poor girl couldn’t be that bad at all! She looked so nice and intelligent! How on Earth could she be responsible for such dreadful things? This girl who, after attempting to memorize all the faces and names of her students, Lilac recalled to be Nova Something, seemed so innocent, but then again… maybe too innocent.
“She split the beetle almost completely in half and then uses the spell on me. What kind of place is this? My mom sent me here to get me out of the violence, but now I’m even closer to it cos this girl thinks she’s a God who can do whatever she wants.” Lilac gasped in surprise, and her eyes fell hard upon Nova. How could this boy --was his name Max? Martin? She was sure it was a M. Williams -- accuse her of such things? It didn’t seem like something he could just make up, and Lilac really wished she knew how to discipline anyone. All of her nieces, nephews, and even cousins knew that she was a push-over, especially Yelizaveta, with her big hazel eyes. Not sure how to reply, Lilac was slightly relieved when he continued ranting, but mostly, she was nervous.
Look, I never make trouble and I usually just take it as it is, but lookat what she did to my pants! And she’s laughing about it. I need a new seat.” Lilac finally took in everything the boy --Melvin?-- was saying. Nova Something hurt one of her beetles?! No! she thought dramatically. Why must the good die young?! The poor beetle had barely experienced life yet, and Lilac couldn’t help but wonder if it even got to experience button-dom.
Setting her eyes on the boy --Muriel? Wait, that’s a girl’s name-- Lilac began to speak. “Is that what happened? The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” Ah, the half-Russian loved American phrases. Turning to Miss Something, she added, “Do you agree with Mr. Williams’s version of said events? Please note that I have a little cousin your exact age, so I know all of the eleven-year-old tricks, so I’ll know if you‘re lying.”
OOC: Posting order Lilac-Nova-Marcus, thanks!
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Professor Crosby
Can't you two be good children and play with your insects?
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Nova
September 17, 2010 6:35 PM
Can't you go mind your own buisness? by Nova
Oh no. That inept child had called the teacher?! Nova had been perfectly capable of teaching a lesson that needed to be learned, so why was she being thrown under the bus? Nova put on her best 'innocent little girl' face, bated her eyelashes at the Professor, and said "Hello Professor Crosby. What do you think of my button collection?" She pointed delacately with her wand to the neat stack on the table next to her. "I think I've got the spell down!"“Do you agree with Mr. Williams’s version of said events? Please note that I have a little cousin your exact age, so I know all of the eleven-year-old tricks, so I’ll know if you‘re lying.” Nova did her best to seem hurt/shocked. "Of course not! I simply didn't know what that spell did! I read about it in a book, you see." She stuck her bottom lip out. "I would never intentionally hurt a living creature..." Nova giggled in her head and crossed her fingers behind her back.
Trying to gain the Professor's pity, Nova welled up some fake tears and whimpered, "But Professor, this boy did hurt my feelings. He c-called me a sa-sadist!" She put her head in her hands and "cried." "And he's complaining about wanting to sit with me? I didn't come to school to be emotionally abused in class!"
As Nova was crying on the outside, she was laughing so hard on the inside. Some people will believe anything she thought.
OOC: I'm sooo sorry!! I godmodded a little bit in the last post... I should have waited to see if Marcus stopped the Difindo spell or not. Again, Sorry and happy posting!
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Can't you go mind your own buisness?
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Marcus
September 20, 2010 4:46 PM
Wow, I wish I were back in Muggle school. by Marcus
The minute the girl opened her mouth, Marcus knew that he wouldn’t be listened to after this. Girls like her only had to smile and everything just fell into their laps. There were a lot of girls like her at his last school and boys like him always got the blame even if they hadn’t even been present at the time the incident had happened. It was always the same old. Magical school was no different. His mother’s hopes had been for nothing. Magical or not, people were still prejudice, the poor were still doormats, and girls with trust funds did whatever they wanted.Marcus resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but his body reined resignation. He wouldn’t win this, but he could at least prevent himself from being further victim to her torment or twisted games. “Okay, so she says that she didn’t know what the spell did. That’s all well and good since she first tried it on a beetle and watched it split in half. So then, why would she then try the spell on me if she already knew the outcome would be splitting something?” Marcus demanded, angry that not only was she going to get away with what she had done and make him out to be the bad guy, but his pants were ruined.
“I do not want to sit next to a girl who laughs when she kills something viciously and then uses the same exact spell against me.” Marcus told both the professor and the girl. “And yeah, I did ask her if she was a Sadist. She got a lot of excitement out of the spell, what else would you call someone who likes to hurt others? But she keeps calling me a Mudblood. What the heck is that, some racial term you Magical people use against black people? Mud equals brown, right? But I’m the one who is emotionally abusing her, yeah, okay.” Marcus stated, his tone clearly not happy with any of this.
“If you decide to keep me here next to her, that’s fine, but you might as well fail me now because I will not be coming back to this class. I doubt after Christmas my mom would want me coming back to this school. All I have to tell her is that the Coach makes negative statements against a large group of her students, the magical world hates people like my mother, apparently they have a thing against black people too considering how often she-“ Marcus indicated the girl, “likes to say it. So you forcing me to sit next to her would only let my mother know that none of these professors really give two cents about us and I was better off in the Urban Suburban program back home. At least then she knows I would graduate and possibly get a scholarship in football.”
Marcus stopped talking, waiting for the professor to say something. He knew he was pretty much giving her an ultimatum and Marcus didn’t really dislike it here because so far only this girl had given him any sort of problem, but the professors were another story.
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Prof. C.
September 25, 2010 11:43 AM
Punishments are definitely due here. by Prof. C.
Great. There was nothing Lilac loved more than quarrelling children, except for maybe cacti, killer whales, and, oh, maybe the plague. Lilac couldn’t stand arguments. Firstly, she hated to witness them. Secondly, she hated to be involved with them. Finally, she never won hers with her siblings growing up. They were too good! As an adult, she just saw arguments as pointlessness. Seriously, what did they accomplish besides making everyone upset and irritable?Her brain skipped Nova’s cutesy question about how her buttons worked, even though she had been slightly impressed. This girl had a knack for Transfiguration. However, now was not the time for admiration. Now was the time for discipline, something Lilac hated. She would have so much preferred to have been called over to admire the handiwork.
“Of course not! I simply didn't know what that spell did! I read about it in a book, you see. I would never intentionally hurt a living creature..." Lilac eyed the pouting girl wearily. There had to be more than what Nova was telling her; she was sure of it. Experiences with her own relatives --especially that deceitful nephew of hers, Martin-- told her that Nova wasn’t telling her everything. Before she could respond, however, Marcus did.
“Okay, so she says that she didn’t know what the spell did. That’s all well and good since she first tried it on a beetle and watched it split in half. So then, why would she then try the spell on me if she already knew the outcome would be splitting something?” Honestly, Lilac had been wondering the same thing. This girl was not telling the truth. Lilac opened her mouth to speak, but again Marcus was speaking, and Lilac was not liking what she heard.
So he didn’t want to sit by Nova. That was understandable, Lilac begrudgingly admit to herself; Nova didn’t exactly seem to be the nicest girl in the world. Lilac felt is was big of Marcus --that was it! Marcus!-- to admit that he called Nova a sadist and elaborate his reasons. Then he said Nova called him a Mudblood and
What did he mean he wouldn’t be coming back to class if she didn’t move him? Was he trying to boss her around? Who was the professor here?! She had half a mind to just leave him there now! Then he went on again about Mudblood being an insult about his race. …Wait, “Coach”? Was that her? This kid must’ve really been into sports. But seriously, how could he say that the professor don’t give “two cents” about the students after a mishap with another student? Lilac hadn’t done anything unfairly; she listened to both sides of the story, made her own judgment, and was about to deal punishment to the guilty party until Marcus had erupted.
After hearing something about scholarship and football --whatever that was-- Lilac began to speak. If Marcus was going to cut her off again, she would just push right through his words, but luckily, he didn’t. “Well, Mr. Williams,” she began sternly, “I agree with you on a few aspects.” She turned to Nova. “You, young lady, were most certainly aware of what it would do to his pants, and you’re lucky he didn’t get his leg cut off! Twenty points from Aladren!” She remembered seeing Nova’s name on the list of Aladrens, with her last name, which was Wynn. Aha! She remembered now!
“Mr. Williams, there was no need to erupt and challenge my authority in such a manner,” she said, returning her sights to Marcus. “I was indeed going to move your seat to the far side of the room, but now I am not sure. Of course your professors give ‘two cents’ about you. That’s why we’re here. I ought to deduct points for your impertinence, but I won’t.”
“You and Miss Wynn both will, however,” she continued addressing both students now, “be joining me for a detention Saturday morning. If you have some, I would advice you bring plastic gloves. If not, I will try to provide some for you, but I wouldn’t recommend relying on me. My gloves might just have holes in them.”
“As for now,” she concluded, “Mr. Williams, go sit over there.” Sharply she gestured to an empty seat on the other side of the room. “Miss Wynn, you stay right here and don’t move a muscle unless you’re practicing my spell, none of your own! Now, go.” Without a further word, Lilac walked away and continued circling the students. I suppose I’m done being a pushover, she thought, enjoying this authority within her. With an internal laugh, she added, Those cousins, nieces, and nephews of mine had better watch out!
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Punishments are definitely due here.
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