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Nixy! · 05-10-2011, 10:47 PM

SPOILER!!: Shaw

Quote:

Originally Posted by Shaw

Shaw twiddled his thumbs and kept a low profile while the little people did their thing. Most of them didn't speak to him, so he didn't speak to them either.

Shaw froze, a look of fear crossed over his features, then settled into puzzlement. "What in name of Voodoo's mama do you have on your head?" Shaw rolled over onto his belly and looked up at the young person girl thing. "Huh."

"huh." Shaw gaped for a long, thirty seconds.

"Alright, I reckon. Just don't rub off the other stuff up there. I needed them up there for something or another. Don't cut a leg off either." But yeah, sure, she could use his chainsaw. That's why he'd made one to start with.

Since he was up now, Shaw noted that answer from the sleepy girl. He smiled at her.

"Don't need a spell for that." Shaw hummed from the floor just for her benefit.

Shaw waved his hand to indicate he'd be accepting no more answers on his board. It was all full and stuff anyway. 'Cept for the helmet girl. He'd let her chainsaw her answer first.

"Alllllll righty then. Let's see." Shaw got up to his feet, put his hands to the small of his back and surveyed their list for a long, long time. Then he scratched his stubble for an equally long time. When he finally turned back around again, he was startled to see so many KIDS looking at him.

"Uhhh right then there. Well some of you know and some of you don't. That's alright, you'll learn probably. You can't conjure food, so if you put food up there go ahead and pretend it wasn't you but your friend that wrote it." Sound advice. "And you can't conjure up OR transfigure something into a real person, so all you wanting friends and professors..." yeah, no. He wasn't offended at all.

The scratching began again. "Basically, if I can't carry it in my hand then you can't transfigure it. Yall know that? Why'd someone write happiness? You know where we are?" It sort of sounded like Shaw didn't know himself.

Right then. Shaw went back to the board, studied the chalk, then erased about half of the answers. He occasionally threw nervous glances over his shoulder and during the middle of his erasing and writing, he retrieved his alligator cloak and re-donned it. When he finally finished, the board read:

"There. There we go. There we go now. I put them there together like that. Makes sense. We'll get to that. First I need to know how do we go about transfiguring things? Magic words? Wand movements? Right? Where's them come from? Who makes up the words? What are the words? Why'd I'd make them there groups you think?" He pointed to the grouped words on the board.

He was letting Destiny use the chainsaw... WAS HE MAD? Really...

As he talked, Iris rested her elbow on the table and her head in that hand. He was mental. And made NO sense. Food couldn't be transfigured, blah, blah.... People couldn't either... But then his analogy! Aha! The man was an IDIOT! Really!

Raising her free hand, Iris realised that sitting at the back might've been a mistake. He might not see her. "Professor..." she started. Yes, she was going to ignore his 'I want to be called Shaw and only Shaw'. He was her teacher, apparently, so she'd call him professor. "You can hold food in your hand, but you can't use transfiguration to make it." she commented, sounding a bit more bored than she intended to.

You contradict yourself, you silly Ministry bloke!

At his next question, Iris looked at the board. Raising her hand again, she decided to give it an answer. "You grouped them like that because out of the things we wrote down, they're the things you can create with transfiguration. You grouped them by colour to match the houses of the students who said those things, and to match the stereotypical traits of each house..."

Now someone get them a proper teacher... Like Kingsley. PLEASE.

05-10-2011, 10:47 PM	#176 (permalink)
Nixy! Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Oct 2008 Posts: 11,282 x1 x2	YOUR Nixy. \|\| Prefect Rainbows! \|\| Deniz'in Müzik Kardeşi SPOILER!!: Shaw Quote: Originally Posted by Shaw Shaw twiddled his thumbs and kept a low profile while the little people did their thing. Most of them didn't speak to him, so he didn't speak to them either. Shaw froze, a look of fear crossed over his features, then settled into puzzlement. "What in name of Voodoo's mama do you have on your head?" Shaw rolled over onto his belly and looked up at the young person girl thing. "Huh." "huh." Shaw gaped for a long, thirty seconds. "Alright, I reckon. Just don't rub off the other stuff up there. I needed them up there for something or another. Don't cut a leg off either." But yeah, sure, she could use his chainsaw. That's why he'd made one to start with. Since he was up now, Shaw noted that answer from the sleepy girl. He smiled at her. "Don't need a spell for that." Shaw hummed from the floor just for her benefit. Shaw waved his hand to indicate he'd be accepting no more answers on his board. It was all full and stuff anyway. 'Cept for the helmet girl. He'd let her chainsaw her answer first. "Alllllll righty then. Let's see." Shaw got up to his feet, put his hands to the small of his back and surveyed their list for a long, long time. Then he scratched his stubble for an equally long time. When he finally turned back around again, he was startled to see so many KIDS looking at him. "Uhhh right then there. Well some of you know and some of you don't. That's alright, you'll learn probably. You can't conjure food, so if you put food up there go ahead and pretend it wasn't you but your friend that wrote it." Sound advice. "And you can't conjure up OR transfigure something into a real person, so all you wanting friends and professors..." yeah, no. He wasn't offended at all. The scratching began again. "Basically, if I can't carry it in my hand then you can't transfigure it. Yall know that? Why'd someone write happiness? You know where we are?" It sort of sounded like Shaw didn't know himself. Right then. Shaw went back to the board, studied the chalk, then erased about half of the answers. He occasionally threw nervous glances over his shoulder and during the middle of his erasing and writing, he retrieved his alligator cloak and re-donned it. When he finally finished, the board read: "There. There we go. There we go now. I put them there together like that. Makes sense. We'll get to that. First I need to know how do we go about transfiguring things? Magic words? Wand movements? Right? Where's them come from? Who makes up the words? What are the words? Why'd I'd make them there groups you think?" He pointed to the grouped words on the board. He was letting Destiny use the chainsaw... WAS HE MAD? Really... As he talked, Iris rested her elbow on the table and her head in that hand. He was mental. And made NO sense. Food couldn't be transfigured, blah, blah.... People couldn't either... But then his analogy! Aha! The man was an IDIOT! Really! Raising her free hand, Iris realised that sitting at the back might've been a mistake. He might not see her. "Professor..." she started. Yes, she was going to ignore his 'I want to be called Shaw and only Shaw'. He was her teacher, apparently, so she'd call him professor. "You can hold food in your hand, but you can't use transfiguration to make it." she commented, sounding a bit more bored than she intended to. You contradict yourself, you silly Ministry bloke! At his next question, Iris looked at the board. Raising her hand again, she decided to give it an answer. "You grouped them like that because out of the things we wrote down, they're the things you can create with transfiguration. You grouped them by colour to match the houses of the students who said those things, and to match the stereotypical traits of each house..." Now someone get them a proper teacher... Like Kingsley. PLEASE.