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James_Potter · 09-17-2012, 11:46 PM

Text Cut: Professor and all of the violence

Ashten's legs were now completely numb from the lack of blood circulation. He no longer cared about reviving them, though he feared the pins and needles that will surely agonize his legs once he has to move. As the Professor asked them what they should be defending themselves from, and something else, Ashten closed his eyes and tried to think. The first thought that came to his mind was why they had to be sitting in these darn yoga positions. Chuckling to himself, he thought harder for his second answer, which was what Professor Romanos wanted in the first place, right?

Text Cut: VICKERS

However, his ideas of protection via spells and charms was dispelled by some students in front of him. He heard a loud squeal from a girl, the thud of some object making contact with a head, and then someone shouted a shield charm. By then, the fifth-year had opened his eyes and looked around, which definitely was a bad idea considering what came next. The blinding flash of light was too much, especially in the ridiculously dim light of the classroom.
"AGGGHH!" he yelled, clutching his eyes with his hands and suddenly falling to his side as who he thought was Vickers crashed into him. Moaning, he tried to sit back up. His legs were still in the Lotus position, and he did not want to deal with pins and needles twice. With a grunt, he pushed himself upright, maintaining the Lotus position. He rubbed his eyes and then rubbed his side.
"Hey mate," he said to Vickers, rubbing his side still.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Professor

"Miss Branxton! I do not know vot the rules were at your previous school, but we do not throw belongings at one another here. Two points vill be taken from Ravenclaw." Merlin, her normal accent was slipping. They could yell at each-other all they wanted, but Medea was putting her foot down when belongings were being thrown.

Now...where were they again?

Ashten's grimace changed to a look of disappointment. His eyes switched from the Professor to the Ravenclaw girl who had thrown a shoe. She lost them two points. It wasn't a lot, but seeing as Ravenclaw house had few points in total, it wasn't helping that they lost some. Moaning, he went back to thinking of what they had to defend themselves from.
"Professor," he said, after a few minutes. "We'd certainly need to defend ourselves from the spontaneity of life." He emphasized spontaneity. "But since this class is called Defense Against the Dark Arts, I s'pose we should primarily focus on defending ourselves from. . . well. . . Dark Arts. Curses and such, right?" He shrugged. This class was weird.

09-17-2012, 11:46 PM	#230 (permalink)
James_Potter Blast-Ended Skrewt Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Colorado Posts: 15,633 Hogwarts RPG Name: William Atticus MacGhilliseathenaich-Dwinkendorf IV Second Year	This class is crazy XD James is my REAL name \| Pokah Face \| Scheming Marauder \| True Marauder \| Foster the People Text Cut: Professor and all of the violence Quote: Originally Posted by Roselyn "So, how do you know what to defend yourself from? And what are some things you should defend yourselves from or that may be too much in grey area to even know?" Quote: Originally Posted by CherryBlossomRose She should bring it up with Professor Magnus? Which one was she? Or he? Well whoever he/she was, Seri had no idea which one it was. "Well things that look scary, or thins that are attacking you... Or innocent other people." Seri joked. She didn't know the answer exactly, but she was still going to guess.. Even if it was a bit of a joke. WHATEVER. Quote: Originally Posted by Magical Soul She paid attention to the answers, and especially to the president's daughter's answer who was positioned right next to her. Was it getting slightly breezy, by the way? Coz Louisa could swear it felt like someone was fanning her. No matter, she could just go back to closing her eyes and-- SQUEAK! something toppled over her, jabbing her in the waist. If this wasn't a dim-lit classroom with a creepy music and conversation about defense against something, Louisa's reaction might've been lighter. But since this was the case, the head girl yelped and started kicking with all her strength, her hand going for her wand and "PROTEGO!" You could actually hear the shield forming! "LUMOS!" She needed to see what kind of threat she was defending herself from, and thanks to everybody's answers, there seemed to be too many to count! Vivi. It was the president's daughter. Ashten's legs were now completely numb from the lack of blood circulation. He no longer cared about reviving them, though he feared the pins and needles that will surely agonize his legs once he has to move. As the Professor asked them what they should be defending themselves from, and something else, Ashten closed his eyes and tried to think. The first thought that came to his mind was why they had to be sitting in these darn yoga positions. Chuckling to himself, he thought harder for his second answer, which was what Professor Romanos wanted in the first place, right? Text Cut: VICKERS Quote: Originally Posted by Steelsheen One minute Vickers was ~~painfully~~ sitting in the semi-darkness trying to deconstruct his normal thinking process, and the next there was scuffling right in front of him and this BRIGHT LIGHT that flashed right in his face. It was almost like he was hit himself, squeezing his eyes shut and reeling back from the sudden brightness. As he suddenly jerked away he may have hit somebody beside him-- he didnt know who of course-- and he cowered on his elbows and knees trying to shake off the stars that suddenly appeared in his vision. Grumble mumble "What was that all about?" However, his ideas of protection via spells and charms was dispelled by some students in front of him. He heard a loud squeal from a girl, the thud of some object making contact with a head, and then someone shouted a shield charm. By then, the fifth-year had opened his eyes and looked around, which definitely was a bad idea considering what came next. The blinding flash of light was too much, especially in the ridiculously dim light of the classroom. "AGGGHH!" he yelled, clutching his eyes with his hands and suddenly falling to his side as who he thought was Vickers crashed into him. Moaning, he tried to sit back up. His legs were still in the Lotus position, and he did not want to deal with pins and needles twice. With a grunt, he pushed himself upright, maintaining the Lotus position. He rubbed his eyes and then rubbed his side. "Hey mate," he said to Vickers, rubbing his side still. Quote: Originally Posted by Professor "Miss Branxton! I do not know vot the rules were at your previous school, but we do not throw belongings at one another here. Two points vill be taken from Ravenclaw." Merlin, her normal accent was slipping. They could yell at each-other all they wanted, but Medea was putting her foot down when belongings were being thrown. Now...where were they again? Ashten's grimace changed to a look of disappointment. His eyes switched from the Professor to the Ravenclaw girl who had thrown a shoe. She lost them two points. It wasn't a lot, but seeing as Ravenclaw house had few points in total, it wasn't helping that they lost some. Moaning, he went back to thinking of what they had to defend themselves from. "Professor," he said, after a few minutes. "We'd certainly need to defend ourselves from the spontaneity of life." He emphasized spontaneity. "But since this class is called Defense Against the Dark Arts, I s'pose we should primarily focus on defending ourselves from. . . well. . . Dark Arts. Curses and such, right?" He shrugged. This class was weird.