Alzbeta hurried into the room clutching her books and then relaxed when she saw that it was still empty. She was the first one there, save the professor. Placing her books on a desk, she nervously took her seat, casting a glance over at the professor. He didn't look as intimidating as some of the other professors. This was her first class so far. Maybe classes wouldn't be so bad after all.
Professor Ambrose tilted his head to the side, watching his first student, a female, and a few minutes early, come in, and take a seat timidly. He raised an eyebrow, and moved his hand over his mouth, in a thinking notion. He stayed that way for a bit, waiting for her to say something or ask something. But he assumed she was too shy.
"Good morning," he said, his voice deep and raspy, not really fitting his appearance. He kept his stance and his facial expression of sternness and discipline.
"Good morning, Professor," Alzbeta answered automatically. She had fallen into her schooling habit of not speaking unless first spoken to. This professor didn't seem as if he would get angry with her for initiating conversation, but Alzbeta had always found it best to let the other person reveal themselves first.
"And what house would I be teaching this morning?" he asked, knowing which house she was in, after having watched last nights ceremony. He shifted only slightly against the desk, hanging his head the other way and watching her. He was hoping she had a bit more spirit in her once class started. He could understand her uneasiness, seeing how the other professors acted but he didn't want to go easy for them out of sympathy.
"Ravenclaw, sir." Alzbeta gave him a tentative smile. "I'm a Ravenclaw fourth year and I have been studying the textbooks on Charms for first through fourth years but honestly third and fourth year confuses me. My governess only ever taught me domestic charms and it's very hard to learn proper enunciation from a book. Will you be offering make-up classes or extra help?"
Professor Ambrose had his hands at his chin and he nodded dully. "Of course, I knew some students would need it so I'm keeping my schedule fairly open."
Elspeth hurried down the hallway, her books clutched to her chest, not looking up as she tried to find her Charms classroom. All the doorways looked equally forboding, and she stopped in confusion, unwilling to ask any of the boys, many of whom were giving her angry looks as they walked by. One jostled her from behind and laughed as he walked away, and she felt a blush rise.
Suddenly, through a doorway, she could hear Alzbeta's voice: "My governess only ever taught me domestic charms and it's very hard to learn proper enunciation from a book. Will you be offering make-up classes or extra help?"
With a relieved sigh, Elspeth turned to the door where Alzbeta's voice was coming from, looking inside. Alzbeta was already seated, talking calmly to the professor. Elspeth ducked her head and entered slowly, stopping at Alzbeta's desk. "May I sit with you?" she whispered.
"Of course," Alzbeta whispered back with a grin, and then glanced back at the professor. "I would love to get some extra help. I dislike being a burden on a teacher, and I know that if I do not catch up quickly, no one is going to make acommodations for me."
"But you already know so much more than I do!" Elspeth stammered. "I was hoping you'd help me!" She shrank as the Professor eyed them. "Is he -- against our presence?" she whispered as softly as she could.
"And what house would you be from?" he turned to her not being able to hide his smirk. He eyed them both curiously and with interest and delight, but not showing anything more than a indifferent smirk. "And your names would be Alzbeta and Elspeth?" he asked remembering the sorting.
Elspeth sat on her hands and took a deep breath. "I am Elspeth McDowell, sir. I am a fourth year Ravenclaw." She couldn't tell what his smirk meant, and the butterflies in her stomach made her feel as if she'd faint.
"He seems nice enough so far," Alzbeta hissed back. "I mean, he is offering extra help. And I will help you, but I could stand to get some help myself."
Nyssa clutched her books under one arm and held a small black satchel in the other and peered into the classroom, unable to hold back a smile. Charms was her favorite class and thought she excelled better in this class than any other. She lowered the intensity of her smile and walked in. She studied the professor as she walked up to the front, she wanted a seat in front of his desk. Her eyes shifted slightly to the two students there, Alzbeta and Elspeth. But she regained her gaze on the professor, dressed in robes and professional. His gaze on Alzbeta and Elspeth was fierce, she was going to like him, she could tell.
"Good morning, Professor, Alzbeta, Elspeth." She sat in front of Professor Ambrose and settled her books and satchel before turning up to him.
Professor Ambrose turned to his new arrival with the smirk on his face, "Good morning," he nodded towards her and watched her sit down. "So, I have the pleasure of teaching fourth year Ravenclaws this morning." he turned slightly to get his book and open it in his arms, beginning to reread. He didn't look up from his book but spoke, "So, how are you finding life at Hogwart's?"
"We haven't really had a chance to form an opinion yet, sir." Alzbeta took a quill from her bag and started looking for an inkwell. "This is our first class."
Jed clutched the timetable that was supposed to somehow tell him where he was supposed to be during any given period. It would have been more helpful if he (a) had a map, (b) could read it, or (c) cared. But it was a good enough prop for making him appear lost and hopeless. Not that he really needed much help. He was, in truth, quite lost. And should he really need to read the timetable, he wasn't certain that he wouldn't be truly hopeless either. Those were awfully big words in some of those squares.
Walking past an open door, he stopped and stuck his head inside. He grinned as he recognized a bunch of the girls from the train. Fourth years, he was pretty sure. This was almost certainly not where he, a mere first year Gryffindor, was supposed to be, so he stepped inside. Today begins the campaign to get all Californians expelled.
"Um," he started, looking at his timetable, turning it around a couple of times until he was holding it in the orientation that he was pretty sure was upside down. He couldn't make any sense of it in the breif moments he looked at it, so he turned to the older people (Professor, Ravenclaw, whomever) for help. "This ain't, uh," he looked again at the chart, as if seeking insight and not finding any, "the place I gotta be soon, is it?"
"Hello, Jed," said Alzbeta with a smile, happy to see him. She hadn't seen him since the Sorting and didn't realize until now that she enjoyed his somewhat strange personality. "Where are you headed?"
"Sorry young fellow, unless you're a fourth year Ravenclaw I do believe you are meant to be somewhere else. Where can I point you to?" Professor Ambrose asked, finally moving from his desk and heading towards the boy to perhaps take a look at his schedule of classes. "And who would you be, by the way?" he asked, clasping his hands behind his back and stopping by the boys side, and glancing down at him.
"Good morning, Jed," Nyssa waved from her seat before Professor Ambrose could lead him out and to the right class. She liked Jed, she was one of the only boys she could stand since she arrived.
2004-08-15 04:42 am (UTC)
not a fourth year, and most decidedly not a ravenclaw
Jed nodded in greeting to both Nyssa and Alzbeta, favouring them both with a "Howdy, Miss," a tip of the cowboy hat he still wore. He had otherwise changed into his school uniform, but he thought the conical hat looked dumb. The cowboy hat was a great improvement to the outfit, he thought, even if his had a bullet hole through the middle.
To the teacher, he pointed out the obvious, "I'm Jed. Ain't a fourth year, and ain't a Ravenclaw, neither." His size, his Gryffindor House badge, and the fact that he was lost gave nonverbal creedance to his words. He offered the man his timetable, and admitted, "Can't make head'r tails of it, Mister."
2004-08-16 03:35 pm (UTC)
Re: not a fourth year, and most decidedly not a ravenclaw
Professor Ambrose took the timetable and turned it around himself. He let out an elderly laugh and squinted his eyes. "It's been a few years, well, more than a few years, since I read one of these." He cleared his throat and put the timetable in front of the boys face and started pointed at the classes, and showing how to tell what days and what times they were at. "So, right now you're supposed to be in Alchemy with Professor Avery and then you have Flying Practice with Professor," he sighed with a smirk, "Higgler, you'll like him." He gave the table back to the boy and showed him to the door, giving him vague directions. Getting lost and finding his way would be good for him.
Emily walked down the Charms corridor, looking into the classrooms as she went, hoping to find her housemates inside one of them. She had been in her dormitory (she didn't think it was advisable to sit in the common room until she knew whether there were any wizards who would be especially hostile towards her) flicking through the Charms textbook to remind herself of the basics, and hadn't noticed she was late for her first lesson. She hoped the class hadn't started yet - being late on her first day would be no way to make a good impression. Thankfully as she came up to the next classroom she saw Alzbeta, Elspeth and Nyssa inside along with a younger looking boy she didn't know standing near the door.
She hesitated a moment, worried she would be told off for her lateness, but seeing the professor didn't look too unfriendly decided against missing the lesson. The professor was looking down so she hoped she could enter the classroom unnoticed. There was an empty desk next to Nyssa, and, although she was shy of her housemates and hadn't had a chance to speak to any of them properly yet, moved to sit beside her. "Would you mind if I sat here?" she asked quietly, hoping not to attract the Professor's attention.
Nyssa smiled at her, "Not at all, please do. Nyssa swivelled in her chair to meet Emily face to face with a bright smile. "I believe we only met briefly the other day. Emily, right?" Nyssa asked, giving the girl her complete attention. Nyssa was anxious to meet all her housemates, especially the girls she would be dorming with for the next few months.
Elspeth watched Jed wander from the room, looking angry. She couldn't figure out why -- Professor Ambrose was a bit intimidating, but he's been polite, so far, to everyone. She looked around at the other girls, and the boys who were trickling in and taking seats in the back. Better ask now, before you lose your nerve, she thought, and took a deep breath.
"Professor?" She flushed as he turned to eye her, and nearly sank back into her seat. "I was wondering, sir, if you could -- um, could recommend some books to help me master Latin?"
Professor Ambrose gave a long blink and sighed, rubbing his temples and moving to her desk. He placed his hands down on the desk and leaned forwards so his face was only but a few inches from her face and he lowered his voice to a whisper. "See me after class," he nodded adding a gentle smile to relax the girl.
Elspeth had to freeze to keep herself from ducking in embarassment when the professor leaned in to examine her. When he whispered "See me after class," she nearly collapsed in relief. "Thank you, sir. I will," she whispered, as the professor returned to the front of the room.
See? Not that hard, she told herself, and laid her clasped hands in her lap to hide how badly they were shaking. "Stay after with me, Alzbeta?" she said out of the side of her mouth. Perhaps he'll have something for you too."
"Of course," Alzbeta hissed back. She was never one to give up the offer of free extra help. She pulled out a fresh sheet of parchment and dipped her quill in ink, writing Charms, Prof Ambrose, 2 Sept 1858 and then stopped, waiting.
Professor Ambrose waited at the door for the final stragglers and held his hand on the door knob, ready to snap it shut when the hands moved to the last place on the clock. The last student came to the door and halted in front of Professor Ambrose. He studied the child, noticed he was breathing heavily which meant he ran so he let him pass with a nod into the classroom.
“Good morning Ravenclaw and Slytherins. Welcome to charms, fourth year.” He stated loudly so they could hear him over the creaking of the door as he closed it. “Let’s get right into it, shall we?” he had his hands placed behind his back and was walking down the middle of the row of seats, his head straight in front of him. “Wands out, please.” He turned at the front of the class and faced the students. “Now, as you all know or are about to find out, I like to start my first class with reviews. Keeps things fresh in the mind. I expect all of you to practice your charms, not just from this years class but from years before. I expect you to know them by the end of the year. If you need help, ask. It’s quite simple.” He sighed and walked the length of the front row of desks.
“Now, can anyone demonstrate, let’s see what charms did we learn last year?” he asked, bringing his hand to his chin in a thinking notion. “Volunteers for the ?” he asked, finally moving his hands from behind his back. He pulled his wand out from inside his robe and rubbed his finger up it, watching his class shift in their seats.
“Come now, you fellows know this,” he asked the guys, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “No? Then would a lady like to take a crack at it? We’ll start simple. Let’s go with the engorgement charm then. And, seeing as so many of you want to volunteer, let’s all get up," he raised his hands in the air to motion them up, “And form a line, quickly, don’t be shy.” He moved to a shelf, picked up a jar full of small colorful marbles and throw them straight up, letting them scatter the clearing on the left side of his desk.
Professor Ambrose smirked and waved his wand. “Alright, pick a marble,” he moved so he was in sight of all the students, “Aim,” he pointed his wand at a small blue marble under a desk, “And engorgio!” a trickle of light flew from his wand and hit the marble and engulfed it in a flame resembling the blue coloring of the marble. It swelled up and he continued to speak, “and the longer you hold it, the larger it grows.” The marble grew larger and Professor Ambrose only pulled away when the desk was teetering on top.
He made a waving motion with his arm and the marble reduced to its normal size.
“Now, one at a time, pick a marble and begin,” he told the person in the front of the line.
Nyssa gulped, she had practiced this charm plenty of times in her attic but having to do it in front of everyone was nerve-racking. She had hoped he would let them go off and he would come around and give them personal attention.
‘You can do this, Nyssa, pull it together girl.’ Nyssa exhaled deeply and settled her eyes on the first green marble, close to Professor Ambrose’s desk, peeking out from under it, near the back leg. Nyssa kept it in sight and pointed her ebony wand at the marble and steadied her quivering hand. She thought of the crumpled up parchment pieces from her journal that she used to engorge and inhaled.
“Engorgio,” she stated determinedly, and held it fast, watching the marble swell in size. She pulled out of the charm before it got large enough to lift the desk. She smiled and exhaled, not the hardest charm but it did give her the boost of confidence and she thought she could much better when harder things were presented. She stopped and remembered all the eyes on her and what the professor could be thinking.
She turned to Professor Ambrose. “How was that professor?” she asked, holding her wand between her hands so one hand was at the tip and the other holding the handle fast. She bit her lip and waited for an assessment.
Professor Ambrose clapped his hands together. "Well, well, well, that was very good, very good indeed," he said, smiling, hope had kindled in him. He knew it was a simple charm but at least she wasn't completely hopeless, he was hoping the others were just as good. Knowing some things were better than not knowing anything. He moved his eyes down the line, "Miss. Milth, if you will," he moved his hand behind him, indicating he wanted Nyssa to move along so the next person could try. "Now, just as it's been demonstrated, find, aim, and go."