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Post by rose on Oct 28, 2008 11:30:31 GMT 1
Funny how a friendly face can lift your spirits, Rose thought, as she rummaged in her bag for her textbook and returned August’s smile warmly. She shot him a look that clearly said “we-must-catch-up-over-tea” and turned back to the front of the classroom just in time to see a ghost float into the room nonchalantly and take a seat somewhere in the back. Rose followed him with her eyes until he left her field of vision and did not turn around to stare at him, but her mind was whirring and she could still see his right arm out of the corner of her eye. He was new. Did that mean someone had just died? She shuddered at the thought. Rose didn’t deal with death well, even if she seemed easy enough about it on the surface.
It was several minutes before she realised she had stopped paying attention and lost track of what she was supposed to be doing. Wearily, she pushed her mass of red hair out of her eyes and looked down at her text book with a blank expression. Why had she even bothered to come to class, she wondered? Her stomach rumbled quietly and she glanced up at the clock on the wall. Luckily, it was approaching lunch time.
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Adrian Connery
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Post by Adrian Connery on Oct 28, 2008 12:17:05 GMT 1
The professor at the front of the room raised his eyebrows in surprise as a small red headed girl flitted through the door. She handed him a note and he motioned for her to sit down. So that’s why Adrian hadn’t really seen her before, she’d been sick for awhile, that was a fair enough excuse. Still, half an hour late, why bother? The man shrugged at his thoughts and looked down to see what else needed marking. Fun, essays from first years. He’d need a translator just to make sense of them. First years, they tried too hard, especially at this time of the school year.
What the hell? Adrian almost had a heart attack as he caught something pearly white out the corner of his eye appear in the back of the classroom. He was about to yell at the Slytherins who sat there to not curse each other during theory lessons when he realised it was just one of the resident ghosts. Who was he kidding? Adrian was never going to make sense of the first years’ work, not now any way. He pushed himself out of his chair and prowled the class room. “It’s not every day I get a ghost in my class,” he smiled but cringed at the same time. It was sad to see that he was so young. “Miss Weasley if you need any help or an extra lesson to catch up, don’t hesitate to ask okay? You still don’t look very well, if you want you may go to your dorm and rest till lunch and do this work for homework,” it was apparent that the poor girl still wasn't one hundred percent.
He swept the room with a glance and then returned to his desk. Adrian stared down the empty mug on his table. Oh how he wanted some coffee, and some food, God he was starving. The man glanced at the clock. Excellent, twenty minutes until lunch time. That meant fresh coffee, food and the staff table with Diana. Adrian blushed at the thought and attempted to try and distract himself with some Seventh Year’s work.
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Post by fallensiren on Oct 28, 2008 21:48:14 GMT 1
Siren kept her head down and entered the classroom as silently as possible. It wasn't like her to miss a lesson - it wasn't like her to be late, either. From the murmurs of conversation, she could grasp what the lesson was generally about. Finding a desk at the back, she slid into her seat and quietly got out parchment, ink, and a quill. If she was lucky, the professor wouldn't notice her tardiness at all. She was usually quiet and unforthcoming anyway. Most of her professors probably hardly knew her name.
Feeling considerably distracted, she glanced around, and noticed, with a considerable start, that there was a ghost sitting not too far away from her, an infuriated expression on his face, as though to deter anyone who attempted to speak with him. She almost began to open her mouth, wondering if he would talk back, but wisely decided against it and just looked at him, taking advantage of the ghost's determination not to look at any of the students.
Such a hostile spirit. Wouldn't it be easier, being dead? There were so few expectations for the deceased. They couldn't make a difference, after all. Hunger for such an ability overcame her - to avoid the expectations of those surrounding - what a beautiful ability that would be.
She turned away from the ghost to focus on the lesson, eyes always straying slightly away from Adrian Connery. No eye contact, less of a chance to notice how late she was. Or how distracted she seemed.
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Post by marianmorgan on Nov 2, 2008 22:36:55 GMT 1
Marian's quill had barely stopped moving since she had picked it up. In the unusual silence of the classroom it sounded deafening, but she was too engrossed to pay it much mind. A couple of years ago she would have made a show of chewing indolently on a chocolate frog while she worked; a sly attempt to retain some masculine dignity. She thought briefly about this and immediately felt a little sick. If she had another chocolate frog within the next month, she was fairly certain she was going to puke.
Depending on what she had read of Unforgivable Curses already - and on what her father had told her, which was barely relevant - she should have felt a hearty dislike for this particular assignment, but she also felt a typical curiosity, as was always the case when they studied something conventionally vague. For all she could learn about Tom Riddle and Albus Dumbledore from literature, they were discussed precious little, and Marian thrilled in discussion. When it came to this, however, even her inflexible stubbornness had been cowed into submission, and she had had to accept the fact that the subject was somewhat taboo. No one wanted to talk about murder. No one wanted to talk about a corrupt and ignorant Ministry. This was a golden age, and Britain was safe again.
She finished with a flourish, pocketed her quill and sat back. Realising that she was the only one done, she brought the textbook closer and flipped to a random page.
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Post by rose on Nov 2, 2008 23:32:40 GMT 1
"Thank you, professor..." Rose blushed as she replied, "I think I'll stick it out now that I'm here." She looked at the clock again. She already had a mountain of homework awaiting her, and she wasn't keen to add to it.
She looked down at her textbook again and read the first paragraph for the fifth time. Wishing that school came as easily to her as it did to her brother, she tucked her wild hair behind her ears and flicked back a page.
She was already afraid that she might be facing failing grades at the end of the year. And her mother... Rose shrank down into her seat as she imagined Hermione's disappointed expression. Hugo's shining report card floated in front of her eyes.
Her stomach rumbled again and she looked sideways at August, shooting him a small smile. "Nearly lunchtime," she mouthed.
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Post by thaniel on Nov 3, 2008 14:48:23 GMT 1
Thaniel had hoped for a lesson in this class. He missed DADA. It was one of the few classes he enjoyed in life. In fact, all the classes he enjoyed in life seemed to be the ones he couldn't do in death. Transfiguration and potions were hard for a ghost to handle but now arithmancy and magical history didn't seem so bad. DADA was the only class that seemed to span both life and death to capture his attention.
This was just homework. Why not a lesson about curses and dodging stray spells and the devastation one loose hex can create. Oh no. He was recalling a book his father wrote about wizard pranks on muggles. Sure, it sounded like a fascinating read but not when his father wrote it.
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Adrian Connery
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Mysterious; another word for boring.
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Post by Adrian Connery on Nov 4, 2008 1:25:59 GMT 1
With an irritated sigh Adrian watched the clock tick down the last five minutes of the lesson. His students had worked rather well, Art included so maybe he could let them out early. Only because his stomach was telling him that it was desperate for food and he was bored out of his mind from marking. It would also be interesting to see if any more students would be pulling off anymore dares during the lunch hour. Adrian chuckled at the look on the headmistress’ face whenever student dares were mentioned, priceless.
“Alright class since you’ve worked so well I’ll let you out five minutes early,” he said finally, “this time next week be ready for a lesson on patronuses. For homework I want you guys to find the happiest memory you have.” The look on all the students’ faces was great, a look of happiness mixed with excitement. Trying to make a patronus appear was a lot more interesting than the theory work. Adrian estimated they’d spend the rest of term on them because it took awhile to get the hang of. “Art,” he called over the rabble of leaving kids, “I won’t keep you but I want you to start taking this lesson a bit more seriously ok? Oh and this is your only warning, if you're late to another of my classes I won't hesitate to give you a detention”
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Post by August Jensen on Nov 9, 2008 17:54:22 GMT 1
August gave a quick nod at Rose’s meaningful look in his direction, only just remembering that it was the middle of a lesson and so it probably wouldn’t be appropriate to rush over to give her a hug now. That could wait, lunchtime wasn’t long away. He turned back to his work, a small frown forming on his usually cheerful features as he learnt more about the unforgivable curses. August couldn’t understand why anybody would want to learn the curses let along ever cast them on another person. He gave a small shudder, writing all the faster to try and get the unpleasant subject out of the way.
Perhaps the creator of the curses had had some other purpose in mind when they made them, and they’d just been misinterpreted. August hoped nobody ever mistook his actions for malicious, he’d hate to upset anybody either on purpose or unintentionally. He paused and sucked thoughtfully on the end of his quill, making a small face as he realised it wasn’t one of the sugar quills from Honeyduke’s and therefore didn’t taste nearly so good. The ghost that floated quite unexpectedly through the classroom provided a welcome distraction from his thoughts and he watched him, wide-eyed, until he came to a stop at the back of the classroom.
With his head turned like this he caught sight of Marian, who had already finished her work and was sitting back flicking through her textbook. He scribbled down a few more notes on his own piece of parchment and looked up in time to catch Rose’s silent message. Before he could respond Professor Connery told them to pack up early. August grinned happily, already trying to think up his happiest memory, and hurried after both Marian and Rose to see if he could sit with them to eat.
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