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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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[m_winchester_ii]
[mood |anxiousanxious]

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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From: m_winchester_ii
2004-08-27 10:17 am (UTC)
"Ooh, correct, the hysterics this tiny leaf produces is incredible. Here, missy, eat this." He held a rather large leaf up for the girl to take. When she was about to put it in her mouth, he paused her, "Uh, violent tendancies, hysterics, paranoia... let's make it a bit smaller." He ripped the leaf in half and gave it back to her.
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[User Picture]From: nyssa_m
2004-08-27 10:31 am (UTC)
Nyssa froze when she heard the properties of the Alihotsy leaf but she took the leaf from him anyway. She was going to do it anyway just to show them she was strong and willing. She nearly had the piece in her mouth when the professor took it from her and made it smaller. Nyssa placed the smaller piece in her mouth. It was bitter like she expected any leaf to be but it slowly turned mildly sour.
"What do you mean violent tendencies? Paranoia? Hysterics?" she swallowed the leaf and looked towards the teacher. "I don't think it's working, I mean, I don't feel anything." She looked sideways at the class and then back at the professor. "Why are they looking at me?" she whispered, but the whisper was loud enough for everyone to hear and she heard the snickers. "Why are you laughing at me?" She shouted at them, she moved behind the table and came up close to the professor.
"Professor, what's going on, do I have something on my face?" she asked him but still looking at the class. Someone in the back leaned over and spoke, smiling, to the person standing next to him. Nyssa took this as a threat and leapt on the table, she slipped on her robes and fell on it, but she was clawing her way across.
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From: m_winchester_ii
2004-08-27 10:56 am (UTC)
Professor Ambrose grabbed the girl around the waist and pulled her off the table but the second he had removed his hands, she was back across the table, trying to reach the students at the back of the class. She scattered the rest of the leaves and small obejects on the table off and was nearly at the other end when Professor Winchester reach inside his robes and pulled his wand out. He flicked it at the girl and snakelike cords flew from the tip in a light blue haze and bond themselves around the girl. She stopped advancing on the students and laid wiggling on the table top like a fish out of water. "Okay, still too big of a leaf for her," he exhaled, he didn't expect so much excitement.
"Okay, lets remedy the problem at hand. Now, you all know what an Alihotsy leaf does, do you know what insect cures the symptoms? Well, the Glumbumble does," he said, having a hard time seeing the students over the girl on the table. He flicked his wand at the girl, lifted her and laid her on the ground. "Keep an eye on her, will you? Don't want her wiggling into the forest." He said to his class.
He pulled the box in front of him, opened it enough to put his hand in it and pulled from it, a small insect with the body of a bee, the arms of a spider, and grey and furry. "Gather around so you can see." He leaned on the table so he was near the other side and held the insect on his palm. The Glumbumble's nose was a smaller version of an anteaters and hung limp down his sulking face.
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From: pureluddite
2004-08-27 01:22 pm (UTC)
"Ugly fellow, isn't he?" whispered Ebenezer to a few of the older boys, who were mostly ignoring the stricken girl. "Montebank, Rosier, you could do with holding the girl down for the Professor. That's your sort of thing, isn't it?"
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