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Post by Kaelon N. Reeve on Aug 6, 2007 19:52:44 GMT -5
Kaelon sneezed slightly from the dust his chalk created as he wrote the lesson plan on the board. He had never cared for the magical writing his colleagues tended to use, it was too prissy and frou-frou for his tastes. No, Kaelon would just rather write it himself, imperfect handwriting and all.
Lesson Three - Reducto
My name is Professor Reeve, and I will be your new DADA teacher.
Please introduce yourself upon entering.
Having finished, Kaelon sat down on the front edge of his desk, crossed his right ankle over his left knee, and awaited the arrival of his students.
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Post by ambanks on Aug 6, 2007 19:58:35 GMT -5
Mo walked in quietly. He set his stuff down (he hadn't gotten a bag yet) on a desk, and looked up at the board.
"Oh, hello, Prof..." he squinted. Mo's vision had always been a little worse than it could have been. "Professor Reeve. Sorry, this is my first class here..." he said a little sheepishly. "I'm Albus Banks, though you can call me Mo."
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Post by Tomas Wingly on Aug 6, 2007 20:04:10 GMT -5
Tomas tripped as he ran through the door. "Omg my first class and i'm gonna be late" As he stummbled he nearly ran into a student he'd never seen. He introduced himself as Albus Banks. "And I am Tomas WIngly" Tomas said with a bow.
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Post by Stradivarius deMorvang on Aug 6, 2007 20:05:21 GMT -5
Stradivarius entered the DADA classroom and immediately felt a pang of irritation and anxiety. A new teacher. He sat himself alone in the front corner of the room, reading the board as he walked.
"Good morning Professor Reeve, my name is Stradivarius deMorvang..." he said softly, not looking at the professor.
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Post by Kaelon N. Reeve on Aug 6, 2007 20:12:50 GMT -5
Kaelon nodded, smiling benignly, and leaned back, marking the three boys' names from his class list.
Looking curiously at the boy named Albus, he inquired, frowning a little, "Mo? Is that your middle name...?"
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Post by Tomas Wingly on Aug 6, 2007 20:15:13 GMT -5
Tomas laughed aloud excited. "Now come on that's disrespectful. Look the man in the eye when you talk to him." He leaned back and cupped his hands into a neat little head rest this is beginning to look quite interesting.
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Aug 6, 2007 20:20:36 GMT -5
Gyan strode in and glanced around the room. He read the writing on the board and nodded towards the professor with a quick, "Gyan Salamanece" before taking a seat about mid class-room. He saw which spell they would be learning and had a vague flashback to using it on the Whomping Willow shortly before meeting Raphael.
He took a small, black, enchanted, leather journal and opened it with the touch of his wand. He drew a pencil from his pocket and began to sketch his thoughts.
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Post by backwardsspark on Aug 6, 2007 20:23:39 GMT -5
<That wasn't Gyan, that was Stradivarius...?>
Paolo came into class with silence and proud posture, the way she usually walked. Glancing over the professor--was it a new one? she hadn't a clue--and the board, and the assembled students as well, she looked the man straight in the eye, saying, "Professor, my name is Paolo Barrozzi."
And she sat softly a few seats behind the nervous looking Ravenclaw.
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Post by Stradivarius deMorvang on Aug 6, 2007 20:33:29 GMT -5
Stradivarius turned around, giving Tomas an appraising look that was almost a glare, but not quite.
"I would be most... obliged, " he enunciated slowly, loud enough for only Tomas to hear clearly, "if you would refrain from demanding that I act on your terms. I have been well educated in respect and etiquette, thank you, and need no pointers or criticisms on my own personal inhibitions." He said all of this with a straight face and quiet, not-quite-condescending voice, and returned to facing forward without another word, folding his hands on the desk in front of him.
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Post by Tomas Wingly on Aug 6, 2007 20:36:06 GMT -5
Tomas was put off by this comment. He had only been joking. In his shock he forgot to close his mouth. "What a jerk...." He thought.
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Aug 6, 2007 20:48:22 GMT -5
Gyan smiled, still sketching. Tomas should have known better. He had heard of Stradivarius reputation, and knew much better than to try and critique the boy.
Gyan began shading in his half moon, half sun.
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Post by chal on Aug 6, 2007 22:35:41 GMT -5
Sophia yawned aimlessly as she stumbled into the classroom staring at everyone there. She saw two people she knew, Tomas and Gyan. She sighed wondering Isabella was. She shook her head and took a seat in the middle. Sophia Romha." She said smiling a little.
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Aug 6, 2007 22:45:45 GMT -5
"Hullo, Sophia" Gyan said, not looking up from the sketch. It was almost done, he just had to shade in a background as well.
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Post by insane on Aug 7, 2007 0:13:56 GMT -5
Isabella strode in and saw Sophia, but that was it. She sat in the empty seat next to her. It was empty luck for her. She smiled at Sophia. "Hello. Looks like we are the only ones here huh?" She chuckled a little. She read the board then said her name. "Isabella Waring."
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Post by pyro on Aug 7, 2007 0:24:20 GMT -5
Johana strolled in and sat in a seat next to Gyan. She smiled lightly at him then just sat there awaiting class to start. "Johana Shore." She mumbled loud enough for the teacher to hear.
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