| Puffskein
Join Date: Jan 2011 Location: United States
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Jordan Kobe
Fifth Year |  I Can Accept Failure. But I Can't Accept Not Trying
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Originally Posted by SilverTiger  Text Cut: student replies
Flipping the top card from her deck over idly, just to appease her curiosity, Renée glanced at it quickly before returning her attention to the classroom as it continued filling up. Interest was always good, and useful. "Good day to you as well, Heather," she responded as the Gryffindor girl as she'd looked for a seat. She'd picked up on a little bit of frustration, but wasn't about to question it. Concern was something she always felt, but the girl was getting herself past the feeling anyhow and preparing for the lesson. Therefore, she could go back to gathering her own thoughts, preparing herself for the lesson.
Her eyes widened as Renée watched the next student stumble his way into the classroom, but as he managed to regain his balance, she schooled her face into a less concerned expression. Although it was still there as he tried to catch his breath, and she shook her head slightly in response to his question before Heather answered it for her. “No, it hasn’t quite started yet, and please do,” she did reply, before giving him a gentle smile. “Make yourself comfortable, Daichi, and I’ll start the lesson soon.” He seemed to be catching his breath finally, at least. People didn’t need to rush to her lesson, as far as she was concerned.
The next arrival certainly didn’t seem to have been rushing, nor really concerned as to what they might be learning. One of those was a good thing, as there truly was no need to rush, but the other was troublesome. Renée gave the girl a friendly smile, tinged by the tiniest bit of concern, though. “Hello K-Lee,” she replied, having noted the Slytherin’s physical appearance. That was never good, and she silently tried to ask her if she was okay, with a look. She didn’t want to embarrass her by actually pointing anything out, if K-Lee was trying to keep things to herself. That didn’t stop her from hoping she was alright.
An amused smile crept onto Renée’s face as she saw the next student slide inside the door like he was in a Muggle movie or something. That was always an interesting entrance, but as she watched, he had to struggle to regain his balance. There was always a downside to dramatic arrivals, as she knew. “Hello, Mr. Keaton,” she replied once he had managed to gather himself together. “Why don’t you find yourself a seat and we’ll get things started soon,” she suggested. Preferably not in some possibly dangerous way, even though those were still rather amusing. They weren’t for the classroom, though.
It seemed not everyone was concerned about being late, or making an entrance, and Renée smiled at the little first year as she walked into the classroom. There was definitely excitement there, but it was controlled somehow. Impressive. “Hello Miss Marchbanks,” she replied, watching as the girl made her way to a seat. Politeness was always a good starting point, especially until she could definitively learn everyone’s name. She had a feeling that wouldn’t be difficult with this Gryffindor, as she caught the interest in the crystal ball. Revealing its purpose was going to be interesting, but she understood why it had gotten the attention.
Renée nodded to herself as yet another Gryffindor first year trailed into the classroom. The faintest curiosity about if the first year interest was skewed toward that house flickered through her mind, but she didn’t betray her thoughts one bit as she smiled at the girl. She’d done her homework, it seemed, at least when it came to learning the professors’ names. “Hello Miss Adler,” she replied, idly wondering if this girl was related to the other enthusiastic Gryffindor she knew. That was neither here nor there, though, and she glanced around the room again to see how many seats were left open by now. Still quite a few, so she’d wait a bit longer to start.
Another nervous student had apparently decided to enter, and Renée had to wonder if it was the subject or if the Aparecium parchment’s messages from last term were still in people’s minds. That had been amusing to her, but there was always the possibility it could have influenced people. She smiled at the new Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain, though. “Hello, Isobel,” she replied. “Just relax for a little bit and I’ll get things moving soon.” Probably once some more of the seats had been filled, even if that wasn’t really important. She wasn’t about to make anyone feel left out, by starting the lesson too soon.
”Hello Renesmee,” Renée replied with a smile, as the Hufflepuff made her way into the classroom. “I’m doing quite well.” It was curious, how certain students seemed to feel the need to ask, but she wasn’t about to dismiss the question unanswered. Not when essentially, she was perfectly fine. It was just not exactly related to the lesson at hand, so it threw her a little. As did the fact it seemed like the empty seats were starting to get harder to find, which made her think about getting her wand ready to summon some more chairs. It wasn’t quite necessary yet, though, as she watched the girl find a seat with Treyen and Mia.
It seemed Selina had understood her unsaid message, which made Renée relax a bit more as the Gryffindor gave her another smile. She worried about the redhead, especially knowing she could only help so much before things were beyond her knowledge. “You’re welcome, and I appreciate the compliment,” she replied with a smile of her own. Selina had a difficult situation to handle, but she had a feeling the girl would end up surprising everyone. If she could get past her own prejudices against what she was and tell herself it wasn’t a curse. Abilities were always only what they were seen as.
Turning back to the door, Renée widened her eyes again in concern as another girl ran in, out of breath. Running late was one thing, but she didn’t want anyone to end up in the hospital wing just from trying to make it to class on time. “Good day, Charlie,” she replied, managing to smile at the Ravenclaw as she made sure nobody was going to pass out. Luckily, everything seemed okay for now, even if there was a bit of tension in the room as the girl worked her way through the tables. Charlie had found a seat, so she could concentrate on everyone else for now.
That seemed to be good timing, as Renée turned to look at the door as yet another girl came racing in. “Hello, Amy,” she replied calmly, acknowledging the apology and giving the Hufflepuff a smile as the girl fell into a seat. “Not quite late yet, but that was cutting it close. Apparently there was even more curiosity than she’d expected there, and she raised an eyebrow questioningly as the repeated questioning and apologetic aspect of the girl’s words. “It’s okay,” she assured her. “Class will be starting in a few moments.” Hopefully she could gather herself together before then.
Renée grinned slightly at the curious smile on the Slytherin boy’s face as Alex had entered, and the amusement didn’t fade as it had flickered into a full-on grin towards herself. “Good day to yourself as well, Alex,” she replied with another smile. It seemed curiosity had made way for a bit of a challenge, but she knew what she planned should be up for that. It definitely had mysterious aspects to it, which should entertain people and make them think. Of course, most of the topics she could think of would likely be the same way, but for now she needed to settle things down and get the lesson started. Slipping the deck of Tarot cards into her pocket for safekeeping, Renée looped around her table to stand in front of it as she sent the entire class another smile. “Okay, I think there’re enough of us here to start,” she began, waiting for the little conversations to die down as people started trying to focus. That would hopefully not take long, as she turned and picked up the crystal ball off the table behind her carefully before returning her attention to the class to hold it up so they could all see it better. “What is the first thing that comes to mind when you see this?,” she asked, before grinning a little as she looked at the glass herself. “I’m not going to bother asking if you even know what this is, but if that factors into your thoughts, I don’t mind.” She just had to hope the ideas weren’t too crazy, because she didn’t want to get distracted and drop the crystal ball. She didn’t have half as many of those as she did her Tarot cards, so replacements wouldn’t be as available. ooc: Okay. Class has started, so anyone who hasn’t “entered” yet should just pretend they’ve been here all along. Get as creative as you like with answers, but as usual, try to limit yourself to only one or two ideas so everyone can try to participate. And no copying from Google/Wikipedia/etc., as usual. Use your own words, as I will know if you don’t. Jordan listened up and already he was seeing something. He saw a crystal ball that the Professor was holding. In his mind, he was visioning his Dead Mother and Father. He had no clue why, he, of all people, was having a vision in his head. He felt like someone was engaging his mind. Like his mind was telling him something. For all he knew, he thought maybe it could've been a message, or a signal, that something was wrong. Jordan raised his hand and answered the question, "I think of fortune tellers when I see the crystal ball. I think of what will happen in the future when I see the crystal ball."
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