Make an Entrance?

Oh dear Merlin.. Not again. Did they really have to make another entrance? Simon stared at the sign. It appeared so. What would happen if he just waited outside for everyone to go in and then he could scurry in? Would he lose points if he didn't make an entrance? Probably. Taking a deep breath and relaxing, Simon prepared himself to make an entrance. It had to be awesome. But there wasn't any music this time.

Ooh. He knew what he could do.

He could pretend to be John Watson. That was an entrance, right?

Simon just went for it pushing the door open, he entered the classroom. He grinned from ear to ear and projected his voice. He even did the British accent which wasn't too hard to do, seeing that the accent was quite similar to a Melbourne accent."Hello Professor Glendower! How are you? Do we have a case to solve today? John Watson at your service. My companion, Mr Holmes, should be in here shortly," he grinned, as he even walked with the slightest limp. He should have found a stick and transfigured it into a cane. John Watson walked with a cane. Then he promptly went to go find a seat.

There was that good?

Ethan trailed behind Simon towards their next class which was History of Magic. From where he was, he couldn’t hear any music, which disappointed the boy slightly. Anyway, the boy did stop by the door when he heard Simon speak. This made the Slytherin crack a smile. Oh yeeeees. Hehehehe. Brilliant entrance, Watson! Maybe…maybe he should do the same no?

Ethan popped up his coat's collar and stood up straighter as he entered the classroom. “Greetings, Madam. I have seen the note on the notice board, and it seems that we do have a case to solve.” Ethan walked arrogantly like a king towards Simon and gave his Watson a nod. “Ah, good you’re here, Watson. We have another mystery to unravel.” He then sat beside his best mate and waited for the others to arrive.

Mental high fives for the epic entrance, Simon! Hehehehe.

Ah, Holmes was here. And he was being arrogant. He rolled his eyes. Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock. Oh Ethan. "Madam, excuse my partner, if he does anything that may seem arrogant or rude. It's just how he is," he explained moving his right hand a bit when he spoke. Then he turned to Holmes. "Good that I'm here? I was waiting for you." Cue a gruff sigh. Yes. Gruff. He continued. He rubbed his hands together to warm up. "Yes, we do, Sherlock. Thank goodness, it's slightly warmer in here. Where have you been?"

Then he winked at Ethan to let his pal know that he was joking and playing along. This was too much fun!

AJ noticed the sign that said to make an entrance, but there wasn't any music, and it was too cold to do much of anything. She was going to settle with a normal stroll to her seat. Looking in all directions she was pleased to see that there wasn't any snow here. Whew. That was a relief. AJ noticed the snowflakes the professor was cutting out and wondered where she was going with that.

"Hello professor." It seemed like she was one of the first ones there and that usually didn't happen. She plopped herself down and daydreamed about a fireplace and a cup of hot cocoa.

Well it was becoming that time where there were not many classes left that Nigel wanted to go to. Could he just chill and study for the postponed NEWTs. Class served no purpose other than tell puntastic puns and making a fool of yourself. Which he was awesome at doing both of those. The one thing Nigel will glad about is not having to sit in these really small desk seat things. Using magic to make them bigger was a pain. Being Tall was a curse and no the weather was exactly the same up here.

The Soon to be Graduate walked into his classroom making an entrance with his hair as usual. It was just too awesome not to make an entrance with. He did not whip his hair back and forth.

"Sup, Professor"

That was saved for alone time in front of his mirror and he wanted to use that word once in his time at Hogwarts.

So why not now.

Jasmine made her way to History of Magic class and she was cold, as usual. Reaching the door, she found the "Make an Entrance" sign in place once again. What no Happy this time? Oh well. Jasmine hadn't really made a fabulous entrance last time. She was capable of better. Since there weren't a lot of students there yet, she decided to go more spectacular. However, if the Professor kept this up, it was going to be hard to keep going bigger and bigger.

Waiting for a path to clear, she dropped her bag and took off a few layers of clothes. Starting to second guess her decision, Jasmine figured she'd better get it over with before she changed her mind. Then she made her entrance by doing a round off back handspring. Going back to pick up her clothes and bag, she looked for an empty seat. On the way, Jasmine said, "Hello Professor Glendower". She chose a desk and sat down, ready to watch he rest of the "Entrance" show.

Make an entrance? Blahhhh. Caleb wasn't really in the mood, so as he walked through the door, he threw his arms up in a "raise the roof" motion, but it was very half-hearted. He was cold. Again. What else was new, right?

He took a seat near the back in his usual History of Magic spot. OOOOH peppermint candy, niceeeee.

Crossing his legs, like a true arrogant person would, Ethan raised an eyebrow and scoffed at John Watson. “Rude? I am not. Do your research, Watson.” He said waving his hand as if to dismiss his best bud. “I am the most pleasant detective you will ever find.” He added as he picked up lint off of his marvelous black coat. “Waiting for me? Your senses are out of tune, my friend. I was right behind you all along. I was afraid you’d do something…reckless.” Reckless meaning, make a fool of himself. Ethan smirked, completely pleased with himself and how successful he is mimicking Sherlock’s arrogance.

“I am actually surprised you’re interested about my whereabouts. Really now, Watson. You are not Mrs. Hudson to ask me that question.” Right? Right. Ethan grinned in response to Simon’s wink. He still can’t wink, and needs to practice that for full effect. Right now, they were having too much fun. “Mystery number one: Why are they making a fool of themselves? Care to explain?” Don’t worry fellas. It’s just for fun.

Her kittens were spending plenty of time with Auntie Nessa while it was way too cold in the tower, so Cassie was making her way down to get them when she remembered that her besties lesson was going to be starting. She hadn't been able to go yet and they just seemed soo fun by the way Nessa talked about them. The blonde couldn't resist going to the classroom door. Grinning as she saw the sign, she moved her purse down and transfigured it into a basket. Conjuring up sunflowers and laying them nicely in.

Swinging the door open wide she began to sing and bounce into the room. "I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine." Tossing the flowers as she went clear up until she was in front of the History of Magic Professor, squealing and snapping a bit, "OHMYGOSH!!!! I am going to be in your class today!!!! This is sooooo fabtasitc!" She was super excited. "Oh no.. no gosh.. no I shouldn't be talking, you have a class to teach." She snapped a few more times and turned to find a seat, as she went flicking her wand she vanished the flowers to her besties office.

Seeing all the wonderful students she beamed and waved taking a seat towards the back not to be in the way.

Kevin was very ...VERY ...reluctant about coming to History of Magic again. But since the class was mandatory and the boy was already healed from the flu, he didn't have any excuses. So with his bag hoisted over his shoulders, Kevin looked at the "Make an Entrance" sign and sighed.

But then he grinned. Making an entrance eh? oh he would show them an entrance! His hand went in to his bag and took out one of the 5 fireworks potions he had made in the lab. As he entered the room, the second year uncorked the vial and spilled the potion on the ground.

The moment it had hit the floor, flashes of bright white light filled the room and occasionally a couple of loud BANGS could be heard as well. In the meantime, making use of the distraction, Kevin had slipped towards the podium at the front of the classroom and sneaked behind the Professor. With a smirk, the Gryffindor grabbed his wand and muttered "Tarantallegra" while pointing his wand at her back. MWUWAHAHAHA

The first thing Lux noticed as she made her way towards the History of Magic classroom was the lack of music. Where was Happy? That was her song, and Professor Glendower was denying it to her. Oh well. Dancing would have been a nice way to keep warm is all.

Seeing that the sign saying 'Make an Entrance' was still there, Lux decided why not. This class was fun, so she would do something fun on her way into the room. Since there was no music to dance to, she settled on doing cartwheels. It was definitely harder to do wearing layers, but somehow she managed not to faceplant onto the floor. Go her.

"Hello, Professor Glendower!" Oooh, paper snowflakes. Lux was wondering what that was about. Hopefully this lesson would be as fun as the last one had been. Jasmine, Ethan, and Professor Cassie all got friendly hellos. It was nice to see Professor Cassie, and no surprise either because she was so close to Professor Glendower!

Taking her seat, she waited for the lesson to begin.

OOOOH CANDY!!

Make an entrance.

Make. An. Entrance.

Couldn't he just WALK in? Did he HAVE to make an entrance? HMMMMM? He wasn't exactly the dramatic type of guy and anything that required performing was not going to go down well with him. No. He wasn't a PERFORMER. And his dancing skills were laughable, even he was able to admit that.

So his entrance? Grayson sighed and mentally prayed that no one he didn't get along with was currently in the classroom. Once that was over, the fifteen year old BURST through the door and called, "Never fear! Grayson Whitlock is hereeeeeeeeee!"

Was that good enough? Yes? Did it call for a few extra points? Nudge nudge hint hint, Professor.

And speaking of the professor, the boy cleared his throat to maintain his cool before saying, "Hey, Professor!" he said, shooting her a smile because apparently, that needed to be brought to this lesson too. Along with a copy of a Year with the Yeti, which was tucked away in the bag he had slung over his right shoulder. As for whether the class held people he didn't like: LOL nope! GOOD. Grayson gave them a nod before heading over towards an empty seat and sitting down. His things were taken out and the book that they were asked to bring along was placed smack-bang on the middle of his de--

Were those peppermint humbugs? Could they eat them?

As Zander made his way down the corridor, he smiled a little at the absence of music. He did like music, he really did, but last time music meant that they had to do something crazy upon entering. And he wasn't really feeling the whole crazy thing just about now. Actually ever. Making a fool out of himself around Sophie had been one thing, but it was different when there was a Professor watching you do it! He already looked idiotic enough in front of Beautiful Bentley and even Culloden too. Didn't need another to add to the list. So yes, just this once an absence of music was rather relieving.

....

That was, until he stood in front of the door. That darn 'Make an Enterance' sign was still there. Gah. These Professors and their nutty habits. Lint roller before Astronomy. An entrance before History of Magic. Next thing they'd know, Professor Morgan would make them all wear pink pom-poms in their hair and this would really become a mess. The Gryffindor just sighed a little before standing there a little longer to figure out what he'd do. AHA!

The third year kneeled on the floor as he quickly searched his bag for three light(ish) textbooks. Plastic balls would have been an easier choice, of course, but he didn't carry those around on a regular basis-- Obviously. The Gryffindor smiled to himself as he walked into the classroom juggling-yes juggling- the three text books. It was his hidden talent. Picked it up one summer while he was home for two months locked in his room. It was a way better use of his time than getting plunked into the toilet. Anyways. Juggling. Right.

He had only made it to about the center of the room before, suddenly he found himself loosing his mojo, if you will. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. And with a loud THUD! All three books came tumbling down and so did the embarrassed third year because so much for not making a fool of himself. "Whoops, sorry Professor..."

What? No music this time around? Adi was disappointed. He was looking forward to some of that. Oh well. He eyed that sign as he approached the classroom. Oh, he'd be making an entrance alright. He stepped into the room. There. Entrance made.

"Hello, Professor Glendower,'' the Puffer said, returning her wide smile. She and Professor Cassie...always smiling and bubbly. Speaking of the Divination Professor. "Hi, Professor Cassie.'' Adi did not find it surprising she was also present. She got a big grin too.

Adi spotted AJ. He'd sit next to her today. Yep. On his way over to his friend, he waved to Lux and Jasmine. Heeeey, guys! "Hi, AJ.'' He dropped into the seat next to hers.

Mackenzie made it to the doorway for history of magic, she read the sign Make an Entrance "hmmmm" the blonde thought for a moment. She quickly reached into her bag and slipped on her gold heels before unzipping her robe revealing the dress she was wearing underneath. She strutted into the classroom wearing the outfit "Good Morning Professor" the lion beamed and took her seat.

History and magic. Magic and history lalalalala. Kyroh was starting to wonder how his dad even taught this subject. It was kind of cool. Story wise and all, but there were SO many things. SO MANY! Did he have to know ALL of it? His dad did know a lot but did he know EVERYTHING about Wizarding history? Did Glendower know EVERYTHING too?!

Still trying to figure out the most important questions at the moment, Kyroh came to a halt when he noticed the sign still up on the history of magic door.

Sigh.

He couldn't make the SAME entrance as last time.So no front flips.

Handstand maybe?

The boy tapped his chin before coming up with something. Getting low to the ground and trying his BEST to ignore just how COLD it was down here, he began to wiggle through the threshold.

He was a flobberworm. Duh.

Maddie didn't get this whole 'Make an Entrance' THING. Was this a way to draw out those who liked attention OR make the ones who hated it uncomfortable? The small brunette thought it did BOTH and she sure as Honeydukes wasn't about to strut her stuff for no good reason. Her entrance would be stealth, mmkay? Stealth was what she DID.

Following along behind the flobberworm formerly known as Kyroh, the twelve year old made her way to an empty seat and got comfortable. Once she WAS, the first year shot a smile at the History of Magic mistress. "Hello Professor."

History of Magic. Penelope was not sure if she even wanted to come to this class again after what had happened at the last class. She lingered at the door, debating whether or not to come in. Noticing that Professor Cassie was there, Penelope felt better about coming to the class. Professor Cassie always seemed to radiate happiness, and Penelope absorbed this happiness, so the professor always made her happy. Feeling less nervous about coming to the class now, she decided to enter the room.

The sign said make an entrance. Penelope did not make a big entrance, but it was an entrance. If she didn't make an entrance of any kind, she wouldn't be in the room. Signs could be so stupid. "Hello, Professor Glendower," she said, smiling at the professor. "Hi Professor Cassie!" Professor Cassie also got a big smile. Penelope found a seat near the door. She hadn't forgotten about the last lesson, and was still unsure about this lesson.

Simon eyed his watch nervously as he listened to Sherlock speak. "Perhaps not exactly rude but comes off as abrasive," he said giving Ethan a tight-lipped grin. This was all acting. "Reckless? Me? Oh, no, no, no, Sherlock. You've got it all wrong. Why would I do something reckless? I'm just plain old John Watson!" He held his hands up in the air as if he had been told to by the police. "I only do reckless things when you get yourself in trouble which is a lot apparently cause the great Sherlock Holmes can't keep himself out of trouble." Simon was fully embracing his role.

"I got a telephone call from Mrs. Hudson. She was rather worried about your whereabouts since recently you haven't had the cleanest record," he said, folding his arms and pulling out an imaginary phone (cause Simon would never do that in class). Pursing his lips he thought through the question. "What I can deduce from this situation is that there was a sign on the door informing students to 'Make an Entrance'. Some of them followed through and just had fun. Others scurried in," he said simply.

He was about to go on when Zander dropped all his things. "Oh dear, that was loud," he said and went over to help Zander pick up the books. "Hey, you okay, mate?" Was something wrong with Zander? Hmmm?

History of magic.....

Make a entrance! The sign was still up from last lesson. She cartwheeled into that lesson. But she had to do something to top that. What? Mmmm walking on her hands? Yes, she could do that. She was pretty flexible. She grinned and tucked in her shirt because yeah. She slung her bag over both shoulders. Placing her hands on the floor by the door she lifted up her legs. Using her hands to walk into the classroom.

Cinna was walking on her hands into the classroom. She hand walked all the way up to professor Glendower "Hello Professor Glendower!" She turned her head just enough so the professor could hear her. She smiled at her and went back to walking on her feet. This way was so easier to find a seat. Plus she was pretty sure that all of the blood was going to her head at that point.

She spotted, Professor Morgan. She got a big smile and a wave as did Grayson and Zander. Of course she plopped down in next to her best friend Lux but grabbed the CAAAANNNNDDYYY before she did. Peppermint humbugs..... Whoop whoop!

Beverly rolled her eyes at the sign hanging on the door. Make an entrance. Another one? Wasn't the last one enough? She had smiled - a miracle, really - and that had been enough. Maybe professor Glendower forgot to take the sign down.

Making her way inside the classroom, and just for extra measures, Beverly untied her waist-long hair and let it fall down her arms and back. Then she flipped it over her shoulders.

Hair flip a la Beverly Wayne style.

It was a thing now.

Spotting both the History of Magic and Divination professors Beverly sent them a small wave. "Hello, professors." Still not a good day. So no good day.

Angel walked into the classroom and smiled. "Hello Professor." Angel didn't think that it was a good day because of all this crazy weather, seriously how long could it go for because it seemed like it had been years since she had actually seen the sunshine, if it wasn't for the fact she was in class, she would have started singing the song bring me sunshine.

There was that sign taunting her again, taunting because as she'd rationalized, it didn't mean literally making one's own entrance. When you took life from such a perspective, you had to admit any other entrance would be dull. She'd had the indifferent fortune of seeing a few make entrances and needless to say, they weren't as epic as an explosion would have been. Anyone with eyes could see that.

The Gryffindor walked in, hands jammed in her pockets for extra warmth against the ice-box that was the corridor on her walk here. The lack of music didn't bug her, in fact it'd taken her an extra moment to realize it wasn't there. "Hello Professor." No comments on the cutout snow flakes. Obviously she was in this mocking students thing too. All good, nothing personal. The cold was everywhere.

It wasn't until after she'd taken her seat that she realized Professor Smiles was there too. Really...? They weren't like...having a joint lesson right? Because.....Divination wasn't real but History of Magic had to be real, the moment it became clouded with predictions, it lost its validity.

....Maybe she was just over thinking it. Yeah.......though Merlin knew she didn't know what else to think.

Cassia was feeling great today. She wasn't even thinking about the fact that they were trapped in freezing castle. Nope, why would she when NEWTs were postponed. Could they remain snowed in for a few more months, please? Also, she was headed to one of her favorite lessons. Those being care of magical creatures and history of magic. The later was the one she headed to.

Standing by the door, she took a deep breath before stepping inside.

Now for the entrance she had to make, she had a couple of ideas and she couldn't be sure on which one she wanted to go with. But eventually she decided to not overdo it. No one wanted to be overrated.

Pushing her shoulders back, the blond stepped inside and walked very much like models do. Mhhm. One foot in front of the other, a hand on her waist as well. "Good day, professor," She greeted the woman as she walked by her. Then on again she started sashaying towards one of the seats. That had to do it.