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Post by Alfred Effing Jones on Sept 30, 2010 15:40:23 GMT -5
Alfred was excited. Classes had finally started for the second week and he was on his way to Care of Magical Creatures. It looked like a fun class and he couldn't wait. The teacher, Professor Oxenstierna, was a cool guy too...if a bit intimidating at times.
He practically bounced his way down to the groundskeeper's cabin where the class was taking place. It was a beautiful sunny day, the sunlight was glinting off the cool wates of the lake, and the birds and who knows what else were chirping in the forbidden forest. It was a great day to be alive and Alfred sucked in a deep breat, blue eyes sparkling. This was going to be great.
The bounce still in his step, he approached the cabin, wondering vaguely what creatures they'd be seeing today.
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Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Sept 30, 2010 16:35:34 GMT -5
Natalya Arlovskaya had not slept very well, though it was hard to tell this just by looking at her. She was a very particular kind of girl, and no matter what sort of night she may have had, she insisted on presenting an immaculate image to the world. It was still very early in the school year, so the sunny September morning was punctuated with chilly breezes and Natalya had worn charcoal-colored thigh-high stockings to compensate. She actually enjoyed the cold, sighing happily as the wind lifted the strands of her long silvery hair, adorned with its usual ribbon. But this morning's class was outdoors, so she had also donned one of the regulation Hogwarts sweaters (a little silver serpent on the lapel). Thick heavy combat boots picked the way through the grounds' tall grasses as Natalya traversed the fields down to the second small hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the location of her first class of the day.
The Slytherin girl hoped that the bright sunlight and nipping air would wake her up some as class went on. The reason for her fuzzy-headedness was one she'd rather not think about, and she hoped that today's lesson would involve some beautiful dangerous creature so that she could distract herself. Besides the fact that she hated sleeping in the castle, sharing a dorm room with others, all of whom besides her sister she did not know, there had been another fiasco late last night which had kept her laying awake for hours. After that intolerable Alfred F. Jones' immobilization charm had worn off, she'd gathered her knife and radio and gym bag and raced through the castle, but he was nowhere to be found. It had taken a lot of tossing blades at walls before Natalya calmed down enough to even get in bed, and many more minutes of staring at the posts of her bed in quiet indignation before she finally drifted off to sleep.
Ever punctual, however, Natalya would never excuse herself from being late to class, no matter what had happened the night before. She increased the pace of her stride across the grounds, secretly enjoying the sensation of allowing her body to un-tense somewhat as she dashed forward down the hill, her heart beating faster in her chest where she clutched her bookbag against it. As she approached the cabin below, the Slytherin girl let out a sigh of relief, her breath coming out as a small puff of air in the September sunlight. She was early. Natalya allowed her pace to slow again as she went down the crest of the hill, her pale cheeks red from her sprint as a tiny, pleased smile curved on her lips. This was one small success that she could claim - one more way that she hadn't lost to her brother. Every day was like a tiny battle for Natalya, with each moment she stumbled through without failing acting as a tiny victory. For a soldier, her mother had always told her, every day was a fight for his life.
There was one other student who had arrived early. The natural competitive streak in the pureblood girl had Natalya wondering who it could be. Was it a fellow Slytherin, a potential friend who could maybe help her win a few House Points? Somehow, this thought made Natalya just as nervous as the person being a total stranger. She felt her gaze drifting nervously away from the person before she'd even had a good look at them, staring instead at her feet as she slowed to a stop near them - close enough to be at speaking distance, but not so close as to be considered friendly. She could feel her pulse in her chest, blood pumping not just from her physical exertion but also from the thought of trying to start a conversation with a stranger. Natalya wanted to be confidant and just say hello and try to make a friend like she always whined to her sister about wanting to do. It wasn't very easy for her, however, and Natalya could already feel her cheeks reddening in embarrassment before she could even turn to speak. Cursing herself for her foolishness, the girl reasoned that she should at least have the confidence to look at the person!
So she flicked her eyes to her left and saw none other than Alfred F*cking Jones beside her! "YOU!!" she screamed out with a shriek as her face colored further in shame. Natalya slammed her bookbag to the ground with rage.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Oct 3, 2010 8:21:43 GMT -5
Tino hurried down the yard, bag flung over his shoulder and his open jacket flapping behind him. It was a very beautiful day but he barely noticed it, desperate to make it to the class in time. He’d never slept in before, why did he have to start doing it today of all days? Even if Professor Oxenstierna wasn’t as scary as he had thought he was, Tino was sure the man didn’t exactly take to students being late.
Nevertheless, he looked forward to the class, had actually waited for it ever since his little encounter with the professor last week. The first lesson had been kind of…well, it hadn’t really been that enjoyable, with everyone more or less nervous and trying to pretend they were having fun. But today it would be different, for himself, at least. Hopefully other students would soon start to see that the professor really was a good and kind person as well.
After a minute or two the familiar huts finally came to his view. The small field where the class took place was already buzzing with people, but it didn’t look like the professor had arrived yet. Tino felt a wave of relief wash over him and increased his pace, jogging the rest of the way. He circled the crowd and stopped next to the fence, the same place he’d been seated last week, dropping his bag to the ground as he bent over slightly and tried to catch his breath.
Made it! He thought and straightened again just when the professor arrived. Phew, that had been close.
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Post by Berwald Oxstierna on Oct 19, 2010 13:07:02 GMT -5
Berwald tugged at the handle of the cart containing today's lesson, the uneven contents resisting his efforts to drag it over the soft ground. Perhaps something aquatic had not been the best choice, but he didn't wish to release this particular species into the pond just for one day's lesson. And they were easier to see, swimming over each other and changing color in the tank. He suspected his students had had enough of prelimary warnings and such, and could use some hands on experience.
Preferably with something that wouldn't char, poison, maul or freeze his students should they do the inevitable and ignore what he tells them to do. He could hear the babble of his students milling as he fought the unwieldy cart around the back of his cottage. He hadn't caught enough of the eels to go around, so they'd have to share. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose as one of the girls let out an ear-splitting screech. Clearly he'd have to be careful of whoever that one partnered with.
The swede pulled his burden to the front of the field with another large heave and a low grunt, then straightened and clearing his throat heavily, assayed his class.
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Post by Alfred Effing Jones on Oct 21, 2010 16:01:31 GMT -5
Alfred didn't even notice that Natalya had screamed at him, too intent on the beautiful day and the cart that had just been wheeled in by the teacher. Selective hearing could be a blessing sometimes.
Alfred stared intently at the tank, eyes lighting up like a child's and a grin spreading across his face as he watched the pretty eels slip and slide through the water, their colors flashing and changing before his very eyes. They were really pretty!
He wondered what they were, what they did, what they were going to do with them, where they lived...basically every question he could think of was swimming around in his head like so many eels in a tank. His thoughts tended to get jumbled up like a traffic jam, but the eels were just so awesome! He wanted to touch them.
"What are those, teach?" He asked, looking back up at Professor Oxstierna curiously.
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Post by Im Yong Soo on Oct 22, 2010 10:37:13 GMT -5
Im had been tinkering with his firecrackers ever since what happened in the train, basically the one he used went out of control and destroyed the train compartment. So there he was that morning, reading a borrowed alchemy book as he mixed gunpowder on a desk.
"I have to mix this with half a teaspoon of thi-" Im toppled a potion as its contents mixed with the gunpowder. He watched the concoction closely, watching for any sign of an exlposion. "Ah ... ahahahaha!" Im gave a sigh of relief as he cleaned up the flask. Next was the gunpowder, his steel spoon touching the mix as a spark suddenly ignited. "Kyaaah!"
A bright light blinded him for a moment as the shockwave made him close his eyes. "Auuggh, oww." Wiping his eyes he discovered the room was covered in soot, his own white robe looking like a rag. "Why did I even place that darn charm." The permanent sticking charm he used was a rather weak one but it lasted for a day before it could be removed.
"I give up!" Im made sure nothing was on fire and collected his quills and parchment and ignored his soot covered self as he passed a mirror going to the halls. "Breakfasts probably over, I better get to sir Berwald." Im took a light pace, taking his time on getting to Berwald's class as he walked on the grassy field. Seeing the cottage in the distance surronded by students, Im couldn't help but run forward, tripping on a rock and rolling to the class.
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Post by Ivan Braginski on Oct 24, 2010 21:29:24 GMT -5
As Ivan realized that he over-slept, he shot out of his bed faster than a pistol firing. In a flash of blue and white and green and silver trim, Ivan was dressed and quickly out of his dormitory and into the dungeons. The tall blond sped through the staircases as he headed to his Care of Magical Creatures class in the Hogwarts Grounds.
Ivan himself slightly admired the teacher. Strong and silent, the man was an embodiment of...manliness, everything that Ivan hoped he would become in a few years. Except that man need to smile a few times. Smiling was good for you!
His green and silver blazer bounced as he sped towards the grounds where a small congregation of students had already arrived. Looking amongst the group, Ivan searched for another student from Slytherin, finding none until he spotted his sister, who seemed to be on a rampage.
Ivan's relationship with his younger sister was a difficult one. Natasha was still fairly new in his life, and Ivan didn't like adjusting. She also seemed to dislike him, so Ivan usually cleared out of the way. However, with her on the war path, Ivan quickly slid up to her and whispered "Good Morning".
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Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Nov 7, 2010 21:09:55 GMT -5
Snow-pale cheeks were flushed with color as the other students began straggling in for the morning's lesson. Natalya suddenly felt like a fool with her face red and her schoolbag at her feet. And still Alfred Jones wasn't doing anything, not turning to look at her, even. It made her hate him all the more, and her lips pursed as she glared at him. Last night this wretched boy had stolen a kiss from her and left her paralyzed, and now he couldn't even spare a glance her way. It made her fists clench and unclench, having to fight age-old urges to draw a knife from her stocking and make him notice her...
But the professor was trundling a tank of creatures into the midst of the gathered group, and Natalya huffed as she reached down to snatch up her bag, her movements elegant and efficient as always. She was determined to put the issue out of her mind, because there was no way that she was going to let a silly boy get in the way of her studies, no matter how infuriating and forward he may be. She straightened up, looking away from his stupid pretty face to watch as Professor Oxtierna presented a menagerie of many-colored monsters, and suddenly it was easier for the Slytherin girl to forget her troubles. Combat boots found themselves drawing her body closer to the display tank, school bag clutched against Natalya's chest as pale eyes watched slick bodies undulating in the water. It was probably only the presence of an object in her hand keeping the girl from lifting curious hands to press against the glass, to peer inside the clear water to the shimmering forms within. Natalya faintly heard a scream from the back of the class, and her mind couldn't quite register the reason. Some reasonable part of her was sure that the sharp teeth and bony heads of the eels were frightening to some. But their deep ancient eyes staring with a predatory stare made her want to giggle, and she opened her mouth to address the professor, before Alfred Jones got out the question before her. Natalya let her eyes slide to the left to glance behind her, glaring as frighteningly over her shoulder as she could manage. Her gaze was focused, intense, not even flinching when a spastic South Korean rolls down the grassy hill towards them. The only thing that could break her deathglare at this point just so happens to come strolling behind him, however.
The Slytherin girl's face lifts when where it is thrown to look over her shoulder, her cheeks coloring and her eyes softening in reflection of her faltering mind. She is conflicted, both happy to see her dear Ivan and angry that his presence sets her even more on edge. As he approaches her, she turns back to face the educational display before her, hiding a small curling smile to see her brother coming into class later than she. He comes to stand behind her and whisper a greeting, and she murmurs back a "Good morning, brother," sure to be quiet as the lesson is going to begin any moment. She takes a step back to stand next to him so she can speak lowly. "You haven't missed anything yet." Natalya lets her hands loosen in the grip of her bag, though her legs still lock stiffly in the morning air as she stands beside her brother, waiting for the answer to Alfred Jones' question and still gazing at the churning water a few feet in front of them.
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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Dec 8, 2010 14:22:39 GMT -5
The moment the professor came to his view, Tino took a step forward and opened his mouth to greet him. The smile on his face dropped and the words died in his throat, however, when he got a good look at what the man had brought with him: a tank. Full of water. Full of fish. With a yelp, Tino quickly scrambled backwards, almost slipping on the damp grass in his haste to get away from the icky creatures.
It was such a stupid thing and even Tino himself didn't really have a good idea where his fear of fish came from. All he knew was that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. They were gross and slimy and just outright creepy with their expressionless eyes that seemed to follow you wherever you moved. He loved cute and fluffy things, and there was nothing cute or fluffy about fish.
“W-what are those?” He looked at the professor, not wanting to see any more of the inhabitants of the tank than was absolutely necessary. Tino knew he couldn't blame the teacher, but he still felt terribly disappointed; after last week, he'd really been looking forward to today's lesson. And now, once again, he wanted nothing more than to just excuse himself right away and run to the safety of his bedroom. It seemed like some higher force was trying really hard to not let him enjoy Professor Oxenstierna's classes.
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