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Care of Magical Creatures- (all years from III-VI, all houses who elected this class) [Aug. 18th, 2004|02:06 pm]
Hogwarts RPG ~ 1858
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Professor Winchester was going to be late to his first class, ‘Thank god Avery has his own class to attend to’, he kept saying to himself on the way to the main entrance. He hadn’t bothered to check out which year he would be teaching that morning so he wasn’t fully sure if his first lesson was appropriate. ‘Oh bother, oh bother,’ was the other thing he kept saying to himself on the way out the door and down the stone steps. Winchester knew his class wasn’t one of the more popular ones and he was always self conscious about what he taught. The students had signed up for this class which meant they had some faith in him to show him some unique and worthy creatures, he always managed to do that (so he thought and was told) but nothing could help it, he was always anxious during his first few days back.

Today was going to be worse for him, he could tell. He saw his students gathered near his classroom, just a small quarry and shed where he was able to set up his class since he spent the majority them outside. He couldn’t tell what year they were since his eyes were terrible at distances but he could pick out a few of the females, unless the men were letting their hair grow.

‘Damn,’ he mumbled. Perhaps he should have changed his first class. Girls wouldn’t like it. No, he wasn’t going to change it for the girls! How could he even think of it, besides Avery wouldn’t allow it anyway. No special accommodations for the ladies.

He slowed his pace down to a swift walk, allowing his robes to calm down and cease the flapping noises they had taken up during his jogging and let the contents of the wooden box settle as well. He tried hard not to jostle the box around but had managed to get in a few harsh shocks along the way. He was thinking about maybe just taking the first class… how boring. He sighed as he grew closer to the class waiting for him.

And when he was within reach of them, he greeted them. “Good morning class, I apologize for being tardy,” He placed the box on a stone table he had set up the night before and clasped his hands together. “Glad to see so many of you back,” he nodded towards the few he recognized in his class, “And I’m especially glad to see the new comers,” he smiled broadly at them all.

He plucked from one pocket a small metal box and from the other a small gathering of leaves that looks freshly picked and placed them on the table. “Alright, I’m going to need a volunteer for today’s lesson.” At least he was good at hiding his first class jitters.

OOC: I figured since there might not be too many student who choose this class as an elective, I would just combine all houses and years that qualify. If this is gonna be a problem, just let me know. Thanks! :)
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[User Picture]From: nyssa_m
2004-08-18 09:22 pm (UTC)

Nyssa Milth-Ravenclaw, fourth year

Nyssa was attending her first class without her housemates and she found part of it liberating. She chose this class because her father highly recommended it and she thought it would be interesting. If she could have taken all of them she would have but she couldn’t. She was nervous, of course she was, she didn’t know how many girls would be there or if she was going to know anyone at all.
She didn’t get there in time to be the first student which always annoyed her since that meant she couldn’t get the best spot in class and people would be staring. But the teacher hadn’t arrived yet so it wasn’t so bad. She didn’t carry a watch so she wasn’t sure if she was late or if the professor was all she knew was there was a gaggle of boys already there and from where she could see, no girls. But she kept walking anyway, head held high. No need to be shy, she was there to stay.
She tucked her hair behind her ear as she stepped passed a group of boys who had stopped to watch her. Nyssa couldn’t tell what year they were and didn’t look at their robes so she had no idea what houses either. But she stationed herself right next to them near the front of the class, next to a stone table. She draped her bag over her shoulder, she didn’t want it to become the pawn in a keep away game, and clutched the books to her chest. She didn’t look at the rest of the class; she didn’t want to see how much she was out numbered by.
She was only there a few moments before she heard rustle behind her and she turned to see who was coming up behind at such a speed and noticed the professor. He barely seemed old enough to be there teacher. His face was young and reminded her much of her cousins. She thought he looked kind but that always proved to be a bad way of judging people. Most people look kind and are pure evil.
But when he spoke, she was almost certain he was going to be a great professor and be fair.
“Now, I’m going to need a volunteer for today’s lesson,”
Nope, not her, disaster waiting to happen….
But she felt some press behind her and force her to the front of the class and she dropped her bag facing the teacher at the table’s edge.
“I guess I’ll volunteer, Professor, if that’s alright,” Nyssa swallowed. 'Please say no, please say no'.
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From: pureluddite
2004-08-22 09:30 am (UTC)

Re: Nyssa Milth-Ravenclaw, fourth year

Ebenezer smiled a little at the girl. It was tempting to let the girls deal with whatever creature the Professor had dug up, in fact far too tempting to step in instead. "I'd suggest you give the lass a go, Professor. The sooner they start learning their lessons, the better, eh?"
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