June 1st - June 19th
It's almost summer! The last few weeks of school have come, and students will need to study hard for their final exams! Don't let up yet, or your grades won't be what you want them to. Of course, the weather is almost perfect and pristine, in attempts to lure students away from their studies.
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Raechael Tyrno
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Class One [1.20.09] [5th Years]
The bell rang ten o’clock, and Raechael Tyrno’s head popped up from her work at her desk. Time for the morning break – in about half an hour, her first class would be starting and the world would shudder to a complete halt. She had tried to prepare for this moment for the last month and a half, but no matter how much she prepared, it overwhelmed her to the point of nervous breakdown. Right now, she had a half an hour to make sure that everything in the classroom was in order, that every table had a seat – the usual.
For seating arrangements, she had gone a bit old-school – one of each house at each table, and everyone alphabetical clockwise. It was a bit of originality, but it was mainly to find out how everyone dealt with people in other houses and most likely people that they didn’t generally like or work well with. Oh well, if her idea failed, it would fail; nothing she could do about it.
Sighing heavily, Raechael made her way to the back of the room first – starting from the door and working her way to the front was the easiest way that she could think of, especially with the seating chart she had to set out for the class.
Raechael raised a heavy eyebrow at the seating chart she had made only a few days before. She hoped that it worked on the first try, and she didn’t have to go back and edit anything. If she did get it wrong, though, this class would tell her that. That was one thing she was sure of. Placing the seating assignments on the corresponding seats, she smiled weakly as she waited paitently for her students to start rolling in.
Edited by: idiot in the paper bag at: 1/4/06 2:45 pm
Transfiguration had to be Puck's favorite class. It always had been, and it certainly helped that it was the subject she was best at. However, a class was a class, and this would be her first class with the new teacher after McGonagall went into the coma. Puck absolutely loved lessons with the old bat, mainly because they understood each other. They both had a passion for the subject that wasn't an every day thing. McGonagall and Puck had a much different relationship than the ones that McGonagall had with the average student, simply because Puck had begun taking private lessons from the woman. She had regarded McGonagall as a bit of a makeshift mentor, so she was more than a little skeptical about this teacher. After all, Professor Tyrno certainly had a big pair of shoes to fill. McGonagall had been one of the most renowned witches of her time. It certainly didn't help that the new Professor also happened to be the new Head of Slytherin. Puck despised Slytherins, particularly because she had a fair share of nasty run ins with them in the past.
Puck tugged uncomfortably at her tie as she stood in the doorway of the class, shouldering her book bag. It looked a little different from how McGonagall had left it, but that was a result of substitutes and study halls. It wasn't necessarily the new Professor's fault that it wasn't the old and familiar room that Puck recognized as her Transfiguration classroom. "Hello, Professor." Puck greeted when she caught sight of the woman as she moved forward to the front of the classroom. It took her a moment to realize that there was a big blaring seating chart that Puck had to abide by. She shifted her book bag on her shoulder, still standing in the door before she walked in. After a few moments, she found her seat.
Professor Tyrno must be absolutely mad. She had placed Puck between Alex and Jason. Not that Puck had a problem with Alex, the two were actually really good friends. The problem she had was with the resident Slytherin at the table. "Um.." She frowned, "Professor, I think there's a bit of a mix up." She stared down at her seat, still holding her book bag as though if she let go of it she would be locked in the already problematic seat. "I'm not supposed to sit here, I'm allergic to Slytherins." Just because it was the teacher’s first day, didn’t mean that Puck was going to go easy on her.
Re: Class One [1.20.09] [5th Years]
Lucian practically floated into the classroom. Even in spite of classes, and the quickly approaching OWLs, Lucian was feeling better than ever. Armand had completely recovered from his battle with his past, and Lucian liked to think that he had helped just a little bit. First, Lucian was too depressed to concentrate on anything, and now he was just too happy. Not that Lucian concentrated well on anything normally, but this month things had been especially difficult. Any notes he tried to take on his private studies usually ended up in doodles, hearts and nonsense scribbles. This is not going to be good for my OWLs.. Lucian thought as he approached the Transfiguration classroom. If I can't concentrate then I can't pass my OWLs... But then that would also mean that I can't get good NEWT classes which would mean I can't start a career.. Lucian still wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his life, because he had yet to meet with his head of house. Either way, for once in his life, he wasn't worrying himself to death.
The door was open, so Lucian stepped through, glancing around before he saw that he had an assigned seat. From the looks of things, Puck wasn't too happy about hers, because she hadn't even sat down yet. He hoped that he wasn't anywhere near her... He looked at the seats nonchalantly, trying not to look too hopeful that he was nowhere near her. She was way too loud and bossy for him. He finally found his seat and a grin came across his face. He was at an awesome table. He was between Fefe and Kat. Fefe was a longtime friend, and Kat happened to be a new band-mate. He didn't really know Lynn too well, but he didn't think there'd be too many problems. "Hello Professor." Lucian greeted, setting his book bag down on his desk and taking his seat. He was tempted to get out some parchment, his text book, and his wand, but he decided to wait until the Professor gave them directions.
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Re: Class One [1.20.09] [5th Years]
Mack was so not in the mood for class, she was already sick of the school thing. She especially was not looking forward to the new semester seeing as her OWLS were fast approaching. Before break Mack would of probably done well on her OWLS she was a smart girl, despite her displeasure of school. However, ever since the incidient on the train, which Mack was unwillingly involved in, she hadn't really been herself.
She was always a nervous wreck now. Mentally she was loosing it. Mack was a rational girl, highly opinionated and often sharing those opinions. She was also a reclusive girl, never letting her true feeling show. But now, Mack was just a mute. She didn't really talk that much and didn't really care for social situations, not that she really had before.
That was just one reason why Mack was trudging along to her Transfiguration class. Transfiguration was not one of Mack's strong suit, so she was always getting frustrated. The door was opened so Mack knew that class would be starting soon. She entered class just wanting to get it over with.
Mack wasn't one of the first ones in class, nor was she ever. She noticed that Puck and Lucien were already there. As Mack first stepped foot into the room she heard Puck speaking, complaining about an apparent seating chart. This was a first for her classes and Mack didn't know how she felt about it. But, being her usual self, she didn't argue.
Sitting down at her assigned seat Mack plopped her back down and put her elbows on the table. Putting her head in her hands Mack wished she could just be locked up in her dorm room. Mack however, sat up a second laterand undid her tie completely, not liking the feeling of it tyed around her neck.
Re: Class One [1.20.09] [5th Years]
Oh all the subjects to take, Alex had no animosity against Transfiguration. In fact, she had considered it one of the most fun classes that she had ever taken! That and Defense Against the Dark Arts. And no, unlike popular belief, it wasn't because Jake Mitchell was the most dashing professor in the building. Merlin, females those days. They gaped open-mouthed at their young professor every single day, dreaming about what it would be like to steal just one kiss, just one moment in those strong arms... It was all a bunch of bullocks. And a bloody waste of time if Alex had ever heard of one. Professor Mitchell would probably never look at any of his students with a second glance. He had bigger fish to fry. Which, again, Alex didn't care about. Because, remember, she didn't like gossip.
She entered the classroom, holding her books to her chest while she looked around. In stead of just individual desks, the room was filled with tables, and from the looks of it, there was a seating chart. Oh joy, just what Alex needed to make her day. Puck had made her way to the front of the classroom, and was looking at the seating chart when Alex stepped up behind her. "So, what's my horrible fate for today?" Alex mumbled softly, just loud enough for Puck to hear. As she read the assignment, she was, for a moment, happy to see that she would be sitting next to Puck! But the happiness was short lived when she saw another occupant of the table.
Jason Cromwell.
No. Bloody. Way. Never in hell was she going to endure sitting next to him for an entire class, let alone the whole semester. Alex didn't like this new professor already. She was out to conquer and kill her students, namely Alex. Feeding her to the bloody wolves! "Um..Professor, I think there's a bit of a mix up. I'm not supposed to sit here, I'm allergic to Slytherins." Alex let out an uncontrollable snort, and wanted to die from the stitch of laughter that was forming in her side. Allergic to Slytherins. Could Alex be diagnosed too? Splendid.
"Yeah, I agree Professor. Puck's gonna break out in hives if she sits next to Cromwell. And I'll just bloody commit suicide."
Re: Class One [1.20.09] [5th Years]
Well school was back. And Blaire was happy to say she was ready for it. She, like many of the Ravenclaws, had finished her homework early on in the holidays, and had managed to study for OWLs a little. Her dad had decided to stay at school for Christmas, so she had gone to his office for Christmas and Christmas Eve to receive an array of expensive presents – no doubt a way for Kenton to keep his daughter somewhat satisfied. She would of preferred to go home, though, and she was curious as to why her father wanted to stay at school anyway. He probably liked it better here.
Blaire walked into the Transfiguration classroom, swaying her long, dark, currently curly hair back as she did so. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes, and pushed open the large doors. She liked Transfiguration Classes, perhaps not as much as Potions and Herbology, but it wasn’t bad. Professor Tyrno was okay too. She was, of course, the Slytherin Head of House, but Blaire had always thought her father would be a much better head for such a house. Pft.
Making her way farther into the classroom, she lifted her head, and caught sight of the other students into the room. Alex and that Puck girl were the first to pop into her vision. "Um..Professor, I think there's a bit of a mix up. I'm not supposed to sit here, I'm allergic to Slytherins." Blaire’s eyes narrowed and she shot a glare at Puck. "Yeah, I agree Professor. Puck's gonna break out in hives if she sits next to Cromwell. And I'll just bloody commit suicide." Blaire’s eyes quickly frowned upon the abrasive tomboy. Good. Maybe she will kill herself. It’d be better for us all.
Blaire walked forward to the seating chart, desperately holding back the urge to say something nasty to Alex or just shove right through her to the chart. But, with a teacher present, she bit her lip and fought it back, taking a look to see where she sat. Devon Singer? She had recalled having the Hufflepuff in a few of her classes. But that was just it, he was a Hufflepuff. Ug. And…near Alex? Ew. She was surrounded by Hufflepuffs. How degrading.
She stepped back from the chart, she smiled at Professor Tyrno and glowered at Alex again, smirking in a snarling and mocking sort of way. She was better than to sink to their level - making fun of the Slytherin house to the Slytherin head of house? Hah. Yea, really smart. They only say such things because they are intimiated by the sly and brilliant serpent. Blaire then swiped her hair back again and walked over to her seat, taking her books and writing tools out of her dark brown leather bag, then setting them neatly in front of her after sitting down.
She ignored the others that were there, recollecting that she was in a room with two people that had been her down to her underwear. How awkward, for them at least. She knew her body was looking more fabulous every day. Sitting up taller in her seat, she took out her wand and set it on the desk, then removed her cloak, and crossed her legs, admiring her French manicured nails, waiting for Jason or at least some other Slytherin to join the room. The room was starting to stench with the air of rather pathetic individuals.
Re: Class One [1.20.09] [5th Years]
Jason was simply delighted for Transfiguration today. It was his first class with Tyrno – Slytherin’s head. The woman had talked to a few of the Slytherin students outside of class before – Jason being one of them – and he found her to be quite… Interesting. Half Veela, beautiful as anything, and interesting to boot. Hell, Jason didn’t even know what he meant by “interesting” but he figured it was the Veela allure. He sure was glad for this class and felt better as he turned the corner into the Transfiguration room to see Blaire’s pretty face.
Jason didn’t know what it was, but lately he had a thing for the French beauty. Something about her hair and that catching accent. Jason wasn’t known for falling for girls, and he would never admit that was what was happening, but he definitely had never liked a girl like Blaire before. It wasn’t a relationship he would commit to, he had always thought to himself, but he liked the idea of being around her. Perhaps something between them would happen so he could just find out.
Nearly over the threshold into the classroom, Jason heard the tail end of Puck and Alex’s sentences. He could, however, figure out the whole thing by common sense. "Um..Professor, I think there's a bit of a mix up. I'm not supposed to sit here, I'm allergic to Slytherins." Blaire’s eyes narrowed and she shot a glare at Puck. "Yeah, I agree Professor. Puck's gonna break out in hives if she sits next to Cromwell. And I'll just bloody commit suicide."
“Well, wouldn’t that be a treat?” Jason asked Blaire who he had now seen going to sit at one of the tables in the room. A slight smirk crawled across his face. “This will be daring! Having a full semester of classes sitting next to the great Alex Summerlin,” Jason said with mock joy while reading the seating chart and noticing his seat next to hers. There was a moment in which he simply stared and then headed to their table. Pulling out a chair he looked up to her again and sat down closer to the podium, in front of, but still slightly able to see, Blaire. What were the chances of having a despicable Hufflepuff and an annoying Gryffindor next to him and his Slytherin companion three seats away? Jason sighed and looked at Blaire.
“Oh Professor, they’re just joking with you!” Jason said, thinking that Tyrno could be easily tricked into thinking that the two girls were simply tugging her strings. “We’re great friends, I couldn’t think of why they wouldn’t want to sit here. But of course, we won’t be a disruption; we save our fun for the halls!” Sometimes Jason just found it so easy to let such hot, seething lies flitter though his teeth. Once he got his things situated, he got back up to approach the podium. “Professor, surely you wouldn’t think that Alex,” he said, thumbing to the girl beside him now, “and I,” added a grin, “would not get along! You know me better,” he finished, flashing a grand smile to sway the Slytherin head. His acting had got better for this situation.
Re: Class One [1.20.09] [5th Years]
It was safe to say that Devon sort of wandered into class, a sort of distant, dog-happy look in his eyes. Although he looked like that quite often, today was different. He looked different and boy did he feel difference. In fact, he'd been feeling different ever since Alex's party. All he felt like doing was day dreaming about Puck. And if he wasn't day dreaming, all the better. Devon just wanted to be near her and tell her how much he loved her and how bloody sexy she was. Which was sort of weird in a way, because Devon had never felt like this about anyone, not to mention he'd never thought he'd feel this way about Puck. But he couldn't help himself. He was in love. LOVE. He just wanted to run into the Gryffindor common room and profess his undying love for Puck. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. But Puck wouldn't be in the common room right now. Duh. They were in class which meant-
Maybe I'll get to sit next to Puck! Devon though dreamily to himself as his eyes floated up the seating chart. He frowned slightly, seeing that he wasn't sitting next to Puck after all. Bullocks. Oh well. He could still stare longingly at her. She wasn't that far away from him, which was good. He didn't know what he'd do if he couldn't see her. Devon wanted to look at her as often as possible and when he didn't, he went a little insane. Just the other day he hadn't seen Puck in twenty minutes or so and he went nuts when he saw her walking through the courtyard. Of course, he was a few stories up on the balcony and nearly flung himself off, but luckily his friends had been there to stop him. They weren't sure what was wrong with him, and Devon himself wasn't sure.
He never would have guessed his brother and Fefe had decided to slip love potion into his food a few days ago.
But the love potion wasn't meant to make Devon fall in love with Puck. In fact, that wasn't the plan at all. Devon was supposed to fall madly in love with Blaire, and for about half a day, he was madly in love with her. But then things got a bit weird at the party and suddenly when Devon saw Puck, his heart nearly exploded. He forgot all about Blaire and now was persuing the Gryffindor girl. He was already putting a plan into works about how he was going to profess his undying love (however artificial) to Puck and then imagined different very romantic scenarios that all seemed to end with the two of them making out. A week and a half ago, the thought of kissing Puck would have been very, very awkward to Devon, but now he wanted to do it. He would tell Puck he loved her.
Devon floated into his seat and sat down. His eyes immediately found Puck and he couldn't help but smile.
"I'm not supposed to sit here, I'm allergic to Slytherins."
You're so clever... And sexy... Wow, I love you," Devon thought randomly as he stared longingly at Puck. He let out a love sick sigh and rested his chin in his hands, eyes still glued on Puck. It would be doubtful whether his eyes would ever manage to turn away from her. Although Ashton and Fefe may have screwed up a bit in the brewing process, the love potion was still strong and all Devon wanted to look at was Puck. In fact, he really didn't seem to notice anyone else besides Puck. Everything else was just a blur and non-existant. It was all about Puck and him and an empty classroom with candles and roses and a unicorn... Well, he wasn't sure what the unicorn would be doing but it would be bloody romantic to have a unicorn there anyway. Or maybe a big bowl of spaghetti like in The Lady and the Tramp," Devon thought to himself, making him grin even more.
“Professor, surely you wouldn’t think that Alex and I would not get along! You know me better,” Devon vaguely heard someone say. He would have completely ignored the comment had the voice not come from the person sitting next to Puck "too-hot-to-be-sitting-next-to-a-bloody-Slytherin" Goodfellow.
"I'll trade seats with you, Cromwell," Devon blurted out with a giggle. He didn't even look at Jason as he spoke, as his eyes were still glued on Puck and he gave her a shy litte wave.
Re: Class One [1.20.09] [5th Years]"Hello, Professor."
Raechael looked up at the student that had just entered her classroom with a smile. She couldn’t remember the name of the student off the top of her head, but the moment that she found her seat, Rae glanced at her seating chart. Puck Goodfellow. Right. Documenting the name along with a description in her head, she offered the girl a smile. From the notes that she’d found in the classroom, the girl was an exceptional student.
”Good morning, Puck.”
"Um.. Professor, I think there's a bit of a mix up.I'm not supposed to sit here, I'm allergic to Slytherins."
She glanced up at the girl with a surprised look. Allergic to Slytherins? If she had heard that one during her days, she would have beaten off the people from the other houses with pepper spray. Giving her a reassuring smile, she looked down at her seating chart with an appraising look.
"Yeah, I agree Professor. Puck's gonna break out in hives if she sits next to Cromwell. And I'll just bloody commit suicide."
Raechael glanced up at the girl that had spoken, with a smile. Alex Summerlin. She moved out from behind her podium, giving the girls a grin.
”Well, I know how much everyone else hates Slytherins, so let’s do this. Do you think you girls can stand sitting next to them while I change the chart quickly?”
Knowing the girls wouldn’t go against what she had suggested, she moved behind her podium and started thinking harder than she had. The seating chart would be a hard thing to accomplish unless she moved tables – which she would do before the next class. Calculating the anger levels of her students, she looked back up.
”Actually, girls, do you think you could assist me in reseating everyone? I’m sure you know exactly who can sit with who without imploding and making a big mess.”
”Hello Professor.”
Raechael looked up again at the boy who was sitting at the table to the right of her, she gave him a wry smile before quickly glancing at her seating chart and back up at him again. Lucian Bishop. Great. She had too many names in her mind now and not enough descriptions. If they were lucky, she’d get their last names right.
”Good morning, Lucian.”
The students were coming in in droves now, as the time for class almost was ready to start. Her brain was about to explode until two of the students that she actually knew the names of, since they were students in her own house.
”Good morning Blaire and Jason.” she said with a relieved smile. ”For now, everyone just sit where they want to, until we can get everything worked out.
’Mind overload… Shutting… down…’
“Oh Professor, they’re just joking with you! Professor, surely you wouldn’t think that Alex and I would not get along! You know me better,”
A weak smile spread across Raechael’s face as she raised an eyebrow at Jason. She had pulled things quite like this when she was in her Head of House’s class. He had been prone to his students overruling his other students, and had quite well favored his own house. The Slytherins could pull anything in his class – and this wouldn’t be the case in hers.
”Mr Cromwell, do not think that just because you’re in my house that I’ll be lenient to your thoughts and desires to apparently drive Miss Summerlin insane. Now, sit down, and leave the poor girl alone.”
She sighed, leaning against her podium with a mere glance at the seating arrangement. Suddenly putting all the Slytherins at one table at the back of the class didn’t seem like a bad idea.
"I'll trade seats with you, Cromwell,"
Raechael groaned. This was getting almost too much to handle. She looked up at Devon and Jason with a gleam in her eyes, and cleared her throat.
”Everyone except for Miss Summerlin and Miss Goodfellow, please sit down and be quiet. If you don’t stop bickering, you will be in the same spot the remainder of the term. Miss Summerlin, Miss Goodfellow, please assist me in this.”
Surprisingly, the headache drifted away.
Edited by: idiot in the paper bag at: 1/7/06 1:37 pm
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Re: Class One [1.20.09] [5th Years]
Fyora walked into the Transfiguration class a few minutes before the bell rang, determined to make a good impression on the new teacher. This was her OWL year and as such it was exceptionally important to start things off on the right foot and not mess up. Transfiguration was one of her worst subjects, there was no doubt about it, and she hoped to goodness that this new teacher would inspire her to get things right, rather than transfiguring the wooden leg of her desk into one made of jelly again. She imagined that, had it been the effect she'd intended, it would have seemed quite impressive. Sadly it hadn’t been the effect she’d intended and, as the collapsing desk had thrown her parchment, quill, ink and the treefrog she was supposed to have been transfiguring across the floor, it wasn’t very impressive either.
Fyora had intended to head for her usual seat, but on walking in found the classroom in utter chaos. It seemed the new professor had attempted to implement some kind of seating plan, mixing up friendship groups and, shock horror, sitting Gryffindors and Slytherins together! Did she know anything about Hogwarts students? Puck for one looked like she was about to explode with rage, and Alex didn't look an awful lot better. The poor professor on the other hand looked as if she'd do almost anything at this point to get everyone just to sit down and be quiet long enough for her to start the lesson.
”Everyone except for Miss Summerlin and Miss Goodfellow, please sit down and be quiet. If you don’t stop bickering, you will be in the same spot the remainder of the term."
"Eeeek," Fyora thought, scanning the tables quickly for her assigned seat. She spotted it next to Nanami which, with the Hufflepuff being her friend and teammate, wouldn't be so bad at all. Walking past Devon she raised her eyebrows at him in an 'ooooookaaaaay then!' gesture before taking her seat.
Re: Class One [1.20.09] [5th Years]
Mark was a running a little late for class, and ended up sauntering in just as the bell rang for everybody to be in their classes. He smiled to himself, glad that everything had worked out for that morning. He had been taking a few pictures around the school, and he lost complete track of time to the point where he’d even forgotten to eat, and Mark never missed out on a meal! And so it was that, freezing to the bone, he had sprinted up to the Transfiguration classroom, fingers crossed, hoping that he wouldn’t be late. He hated it when he was late, because the Professors always made it out to be the worst thing in the world, even when it was just by a few seconds. ‘Late is late, whether it’s a second or five minutes…’ blah, blah, blah. He’d heard it over and over for five years now, and he doubted that he would escape it for the rest of the year. Still, he was trying, and you had to give him that.
When he finally did enter the room, however, he did so to a scene of chaos and disarray. There seemed to be some argument over who was sitting with whom, and at what table, and… ah, yes, there was Puck. Looking at the seating chart, he saw why there was a problem. Jason, while Mark didn’t have a problem with him personally, just didn’t seem like the most agreeable of all people. At least, not what he’d seen in classes, which always had Puck and Alex, neither of whom seemed to like Jason very much. Mark shrugged, and looked for his name as the Professor asked everybody to sit down for the time being.
”Everyone except for Miss Summerlin and Miss Goodfellow, please sit down and be quiet. If you don’t stop bickering, you will be in the same spot the remainder of the term." While Mark did not want to be on the Professor’s bad side already, he had no choice but to remain where he was… which was standing in the center of the room in front of the Professor at her podium. He chose his words wisely, as the Professor seemed to be having a bit of a rough time.
“I’m sitting down, I swear, but I just wanted to point out that my name isn’t on the original seating chart… Mark Sorelli,” he added, assuming that she didn’t know who he was, before taking the nearest empty seat which was behind Fyora.
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