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Steelsheen · 05-21-2013, 11:43 PM

SPOILER!!: theProf

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Originally Posted by Roselyn

Moving back into the tree pose, wobbling a bit more than she was used to due to the sniffles and sneezes, her focus went more towards the students and their answers than her balance. "An excellent thought." she nodded. "It could very well be, considering the tiny spaces it can find itself in."

Aw yes, she was beginning to think this was going to be a popular theory. Not that she could blame them. It was indeed plausible. "Perhaps, Mister Stonewall." She smiled encouragingly. "Though a ghost of what is the real question, unless you are suggesting those spirits in which have no form."

Her eyebrows raised somewhat. "Invisible." She repeated, nodding her head from side to side. "Completely possible. They could also be downright ugly, you're right."

"Nazdrave." Goodness.

"I beg to differ, Miss Opal. I think that is a very excellent theory and not silly at all." Medea would've huffed a little at the stereotype position the young girl placed herself in though if she wasn't already battling the sniffles and sneezes. "It is rather possible they do not have a true form until one is given to them by our fear. Keep on your train of thought."

Oh, both an excellent theory and slightly disturbing image on a boggart's form as well as their first theory on how they came to be. Ravenclaws seem to be on fire today. "An interesting theory, Mister Odgen. Would be rather likely, considering the spaces they find themselves in. No doubt need to be able to squish and stretch naturally."

"Can you expand a little on what you mean by being created by 'something', though?" She was curious to know those thoughts.

Still, after her years of tutoring and now her taste for teaching at an institute, young students still surprised her with how amazing their minds were. "A rather logical theory, though one I'm not going to disagree with. It's entirely possible. An excellent train of thought, Miss Glasswall."

Oh, another first year participating! She did quite enjoy when they did. "Yes, Miss Donne. They are indeed projections of people's fears, though it's when they are alone by themselves in which we're trying to figure out on just what they look like."

ACHOO!

She'd held it in long enough. Her nose was beginning to burn because of it.

Clearing her throat a little, her attention turned to the next student to speak up. Another theory on where boggarts came from! "Entirely possible, yes." She nodded with a smile. "Which I'm more inclined to believe, considering some of the places boggarts find themselves in are rather tight. They no doubt need to have the ability to mold to their surroundings."

"As for their creation, it is quite a disappointment we don't officially know how they came to be. Being created by a dark witch or wizard isn't entirely impossible, per say, though the number of boggarts in the world could act against that theory in some opinions. Though I do believe we shouldn't leave any theory out. Excellent train of thought, Miss Bishop."

"Like a shadow?" Medea questioned, the warm and encouraging smile playing across her lips as she thought about it, only to nod a moment later. "Could be. They do indeed enjoy dark places, so it's possible."

...

"You're right. They don't." Medea smiled and nodded. Perhaps the young Hufflepuff misunderstood her question? Nevertheless, the defense professor was still pleased to hear the little information young Susan had given.

At least she knew, yes?

Oh, Laura was all over the place with that answer. Though, one particular part had her eyebrows raising more than previously. Who...was Captain Kirk? "Boggarts were created long before the Dark Lord, Miss Hyde. Though your theory on coming from another plan-" Oh! Oh dear.

Down she went. "Are you alright, Miss Hyde?"

What was with the students today and not using their other foot to balance themselves out?

Had she ever mentioned that she did love when the younger students participated? Their imagination were so expansive, she could listen to their answers all day. Medea smile lightened a little, not exactly reaching her eyes. "Well, as awful of a way to live as that may seem, there could be some truth behind your words. Perhaps they aren't dark creatures at all and truly need us to live." It wouldn't be the first time mankind has been wrong.

"Though out of curiosity, what do you think a boggart's fear would be, Mister Carver?"

Medea squinted a little, both from the sun in her eyes and the fact that she felt another sneeze coming on. Ahem. "I'm sorry, Mister Barrington, you've lost me a little." She chuckled lightly. "Are you saying perhaps they end up shape-shifting into that of someone's fear while alone to have a corporeal form instead of like some of your classmate's guesses of being in a non-corporeal form such as a mist or shadow?"

Rubbing her nose a little, she moved her hands back to into the prayer pose while turning her attention to the next student speaking up. Aw, Miss Cambridge. "Playdoe." she repeated, eyebrows raising in amusement. Well, that certainly was a first to be said, no doubt. She chuckled lightly and nodded anyhow. It was still just as possible as everyone else's answers after all.

Though her reasons on how the boggart was created was rather interesting. Medea was silent for a moment after the young Gryffindor spoke, until she slowly nodded. "Fear is a powerful emotion." she started to say, moving out of her tree pose to grab another tissue. "And would give reason on how they have multiplied. Excellent thought, Miss Cam..."

And down she went. She was starting to consider having a class on balancing.

Medea slowly nodded, coming out of her tree pose and raised the tissue to cover her nose and mouth. ACHOO!ACHOO!ACHOO! Good merlin, her eyes were starting to water. Ahem. Sniffle. Oh, oh dear. She was DEFINITELY considering holding a class on balancing. "Quite likely, Miss Hawkins. Good theory."

The idea of someone being so fearless that a boggart wouldn't take shape of anything was one that Medea was inclined to disagree with, though, much like everyone's answers today, the idea wasn't impossible. "Perhaps." she nodded, rubbing her nose with her tissuse before sticking it upon her neatly stacked pile of used ones next to her feet. "An excellent theory, Miss Dawnsel."

Oh! "An interesting theory, Miss Johanson." Medea nodded slowly, nodding her head from side to side. "Perhaps not as large? They do tend to hide in cramped spaces, though I like where your train of thought is going. Perhaps emotions aren't the only thing similar between the two creatures."

She nodded a bit more, smile widening a tad. "I think that's very possible, yes. Perhaps it's the combination of the two that makes them who they are."

"Nazdrave." Goodness. "Quite an excellent thought, Miss Eventide." Medea smiled and nodded, debating whether or not to reach down for another tissue. She did have to save some for the students if they wanted them.

How excellent. She did enjoy the out of the box thoughts every now and then. "Perhaps." she slowly nodded, just as slowly as she came out of the tree pose. Another sneeze was going to show itself and she didn't want to topple over because of it. "Your potion theory is rather interesting though and would be quite comical in a way if it were true. Something we should keep in mind. Excellent thoughts, Miss Greenwell."

...

ACHOO!

Sniffle.

Medea chuckled lightly, moving back into the tree pose, resisting the urge to sniffle. "Quite the thought, Miss Kaul." she nodded somewhat. "And quite possible too."

...

"They could. You're right." Perhaps the image of the person whom held the fear they recently transformed into? Honestly, the thought never crossed her mind until now. "Though I do think even the most insignificant detail about a creature is rather important to know. Much like it is about a person."

...Just an opinion.

Sniffle.

Aw yes, she did believe one of the younger students had the same thought process on this. "And what do you think a boggart would fear the most, Mister Potter? Or should it fear anything at all, considering how many fears it changes into?"

Now there was a thought that hadn't been brought up yet. Again, from a younger student. It made her smile widen just a little. "Possibly." She nodded encouragingly. "Keep on your train of thought. It's rather interesting."

"In theory, it's quite possible." She nodded her head from side to side. Yes, quite possible.

Oh, now there was a thought that was yet discussed. "An interesting theory, Miss Gallaway." Medea grinned, though a look of curiosity crossed her features. "And what do you think a boggart would fear the most?"

Oh, hello now.

"Up on your feet, Mister Yammoto. We aren't sitting down yet."

Moving out of the tree post once again to grab another tissue, since she couldn't wait any longer or it'd look like her nose was turned on like a faucet, she turned away from the class momentarily to blow her nose. Ahem. Alright. "I think..." Sniffle sniffle. "...with the lack of balance some of you are showing today, we'll skip the last pose." Lack of balance and reflex to put your foot down before you fell over.

"So, going into our activity, I'd like for you to split yourselves into two groups. Or...actually...right down the middle here." She gestured to the middle of the class, as if chopping them into two sections. "Left side group one, right side group two. Please move your mats into a circle with your group. You may sit once you've done so as well."

She herself was moving to the group two, because RANDOM CHOICE that's why.

OOC: Forgive the slow posting during the lesson. A cold and epic toothache will do that to you! The lesson will move on fairly quickly now and will continue in about 5 hours AND end in approximately a day. Or a day and a half. Around there. Ahem. Continuing on!

Aquila as usual has spaced out... such perhaps is the effect of meditation and yoga—although maybe a little too deep in meditation because the lessons just flew over her head. Again. Oh well, more catch up on reading then.

But people started moving and that broke her out of her oh-so-deep trance. Splitting into groups? The waif-like blonde looked around, there were a whole lot of people she still didn’t know, and even more than frightened her a bit, so off she goes to the familiar and the friendly—at least to her.

“H-hi Ethan.” she smiled shyly at her Prefect, then noticed the ever ~~noisy~~ noticeable Alexa “Haii Lex.” she beamed, before resuming twisting her curls with her finger, that curious-anxious look wondering at what they are supposed to do...

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Steelsheen DMT & DIMC Antipodean Opaleye Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Geekdom of Nerdtopia Posts: 9,944 Hogwarts RPG Name: Tenacius "Ace" Salander Graduated x12 x12	errr Right then....Group 2 eh? Ability is nothing without Opportunity \| \| Creativity is Intelligence having FUN SPOILER!!: theProf Quote: Originally Posted by Roselyn Moving back into the tree pose, wobbling a bit more than she was used to due to the sniffles and sneezes, her focus went more towards the students and their answers than her balance. "An excellent thought." she nodded. "It could very well be, considering the tiny spaces it can find itself in." Aw yes, she was beginning to think this was going to be a popular theory. Not that she could blame them. It was indeed plausible. "Perhaps, Mister Stonewall." She smiled encouragingly. "Though a ghost of what is the real question, unless you are suggesting those spirits in which have no form." Her eyebrows raised somewhat. "Invisible." She repeated, nodding her head from side to side. "Completely possible. They could also be downright ugly, you're right." "Nazdrave." Goodness. "I beg to differ, Miss Opal. I think that is a very excellent theory and not silly at all." Medea would've huffed a little at the stereotype position the young girl placed herself in though if she wasn't already battling the sniffles and sneezes. "It is rather possible they do not have a true form until one is given to them by our fear. Keep on your train of thought." Oh, both an excellent theory and slightly disturbing image on a boggart's form as well as their first theory on how they came to be. Ravenclaws seem to be on fire today. "An interesting theory, Mister Odgen. Would be rather likely, considering the spaces they find themselves in. No doubt need to be able to squish and stretch naturally." "Can you expand a little on what you mean by being created by 'something', though?" She was curious to know those thoughts. Still, after her years of tutoring and now her taste for teaching at an institute, young students still surprised her with how amazing their minds were. "A rather logical theory, though one I'm not going to disagree with. It's entirely possible. An excellent train of thought, Miss Glasswall." Oh, another first year participating! She did quite enjoy when they did. "Yes, Miss Donne. They are indeed projections of people's fears, though it's when they are alone by themselves in which we're trying to figure out on just what they look like." ACHOO! She'd held it in long enough. Her nose was beginning to burn because of it. Clearing her throat a little, her attention turned to the next student to speak up. Another theory on where boggarts came from! "Entirely possible, yes." She nodded with a smile. "Which I'm more inclined to believe, considering some of the places boggarts find themselves in are rather tight. They no doubt need to have the ability to mold to their surroundings." "As for their creation, it is quite a disappointment we don't officially know how they came to be. Being created by a dark witch or wizard isn't entirely impossible, per say, though the number of boggarts in the world could act against that theory in some opinions. Though I do believe we shouldn't leave any theory out. Excellent train of thought, Miss Bishop." "Like a shadow?" Medea questioned, the warm and encouraging smile playing across her lips as she thought about it, only to nod a moment later. "Could be. They do indeed enjoy dark places, so it's possible." ... "You're right. They don't." Medea smiled and nodded. Perhaps the young Hufflepuff misunderstood her question? Nevertheless, the defense professor was still pleased to hear the little information young Susan had given. At least she knew, yes? Oh, Laura was all over the place with that answer. Though, one particular part had her eyebrows raising more than previously. Who...was Captain Kirk? "Boggarts were created long before the Dark Lord, Miss Hyde. Though your theory on coming from another plan-" Oh! Oh dear. Down she went. "Are you alright, Miss Hyde?" What was with the students today and not using their other foot to balance themselves out? Had she ever mentioned that she did love when the younger students participated? Their imagination were so expansive, she could listen to their answers all day. Medea smile lightened a little, not exactly reaching her eyes. "Well, as awful of a way to live as that may seem, there could be some truth behind your words. Perhaps they aren't dark creatures at all and truly need us to live." It wouldn't be the first time mankind has been wrong. "Though out of curiosity, what do you think a boggart's fear would be, Mister Carver?" Medea squinted a little, both from the sun in her eyes and the fact that she felt another sneeze coming on. Ahem. "I'm sorry, Mister Barrington, you've lost me a little." She chuckled lightly. "Are you saying perhaps they end up shape-shifting into that of someone's fear while alone to have a corporeal form instead of like some of your classmate's guesses of being in a non-corporeal form such as a mist or shadow?" Rubbing her nose a little, she moved her hands back to into the prayer pose while turning her attention to the next student speaking up. Aw, Miss Cambridge. "Playdoe." she repeated, eyebrows raising in amusement. Well, that certainly was a first to be said, no doubt. She chuckled lightly and nodded anyhow. It was still just as possible as everyone else's answers after all. Though her reasons on how the boggart was created was rather interesting. Medea was silent for a moment after the young Gryffindor spoke, until she slowly nodded. "Fear is a powerful emotion." she started to say, moving out of her tree pose to grab another tissue. "And would give reason on how they have multiplied. Excellent thought, Miss Cam..." And down she went. She was starting to consider having a class on balancing. Medea slowly nodded, coming out of her tree pose and raised the tissue to cover her nose and mouth. ACHOO!ACHOO!ACHOO! Good merlin, her eyes were starting to water. Ahem. Sniffle. Oh, oh dear. She was DEFINITELY considering holding a class on balancing. "Quite likely, Miss Hawkins. Good theory." The idea of someone being so fearless that a boggart wouldn't take shape of anything was one that Medea was inclined to disagree with, though, much like everyone's answers today, the idea wasn't impossible. "Perhaps." she nodded, rubbing her nose with her tissuse before sticking it upon her neatly stacked pile of used ones next to her feet. "An excellent theory, Miss Dawnsel." Oh! "An interesting theory, Miss Johanson." Medea nodded slowly, nodding her head from side to side. "Perhaps not as large? They do tend to hide in cramped spaces, though I like where your train of thought is going. Perhaps emotions aren't the only thing similar between the two creatures." She nodded a bit more, smile widening a tad. "I think that's very possible, yes. Perhaps it's the combination of the two that makes them who they are." "Nazdrave." Goodness. "Quite an excellent thought, Miss Eventide." Medea smiled and nodded, debating whether or not to reach down for another tissue. She did have to save some for the students if they wanted them. How excellent. She did enjoy the out of the box thoughts every now and then. "Perhaps." she slowly nodded, just as slowly as she came out of the tree pose. Another sneeze was going to show itself and she didn't want to topple over because of it. "Your potion theory is rather interesting though and would be quite comical in a way if it were true. Something we should keep in mind. Excellent thoughts, Miss Greenwell." ... ACHOO! Sniffle. Medea chuckled lightly, moving back into the tree pose, resisting the urge to sniffle. "Quite the thought, Miss Kaul." she nodded somewhat. "And quite possible too." ... "They could. You're right." Perhaps the image of the person whom held the fear they recently transformed into? Honestly, the thought never crossed her mind until now. "Though I do think even the most insignificant detail about a creature is rather important to know. Much like it is about a person." ...Just an opinion. Sniffle. Aw yes, she did believe one of the younger students had the same thought process on this. "And what do you think a boggart would fear the most, Mister Potter? Or should it fear anything at all, considering how many fears it changes into?" Now there was a thought that hadn't been brought up yet. Again, from a younger student. It made her smile widen just a little. "Possibly." She nodded encouragingly. "Keep on your train of thought. It's rather interesting." "In theory, it's quite possible." She nodded her head from side to side. Yes, quite possible. Oh, now there was a thought that was yet discussed. "An interesting theory, Miss Gallaway." Medea grinned, though a look of curiosity crossed her features. "And what do you think a boggart would fear the most?" Oh, hello now. "Up on your feet, Mister Yammoto. We aren't sitting down yet." Moving out of the tree post once again to grab another tissue, since she couldn't wait any longer or it'd look like her nose was turned on like a faucet, she turned away from the class momentarily to blow her nose. Ahem. Alright. "I think..." Sniffle sniffle. "...with the lack of balance some of you are showing today, we'll skip the last pose." Lack of balance and reflex to put your foot down before you fell over. "So, going into our activity, I'd like for you to split yourselves into two groups. Or...actually...right down the middle here." She gestured to the middle of the class, as if chopping them into two sections. "Left side group one, right side group two. Please move your mats into a circle with your group. You may sit once you've done so as well." She herself was moving to the group two, because RANDOM CHOICE that's why. OOC: Forgive the slow posting during the lesson. A cold and epic toothache will do that to you! The lesson will move on fairly quickly now and will continue in about 5 hours AND end in approximately a day. Or a day and a half. Around there. Ahem. Continuing on! Aquila as usual has spaced out... such perhaps is the effect of meditation and yoga—although maybe a little too deep in meditation because the lessons just flew over her head. Again. Oh well, more catch up on reading then. But people started moving and that broke her out of her oh-so-deep trance. Splitting into groups? The waif-like blonde looked around, there were a whole lot of people she still didn’t know, and even more than frightened her a bit, so off she goes to the familiar and the friendly—at least to her. “H-hi Ethan.” she smiled shyly at her Prefect, then noticed the ever ~~noisy~~ noticeable Alexa “Haii Lex.” she beamed, before resuming twisting her curls with her finger, that curious-anxious look wondering at what they are supposed to do... __________________ ++Tenacius ++🐦++ Salander++🐦++ Deo ++🐦++ Vickers ++🐦++ Huxley ++🐦+ Aquila++ Yeah thats what crazy is, when its broken you say theres nothing to fix++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++And you pray that everything will be okay, while you're making all the same mistakes