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*Holmesian Feline* · 12-28-2013, 03:26 AM

40. Sonorus

She stood off to the side of the classroom, half hidden from the seats as she watched the student filing into the room prepared for class. As much as she had prepared for this, Minerva found there were nerves within her stomach that weren’t often there. How had she let Dumbledore convince her to take on the role of professor? Yet here she stood and judging by the sound level most had arrived for their first transfiguration lesson of the term.

The woman moved to the front of the classroom and cleared her throat. “Good afternoon, we shall begin,” Minerva greeted in her best, calm yet stern teaching voice. The reaction was minimal with only some students responding as her voice was lost in the din. Well that wasn’t going to work, she mused to herself as she thought on another option…returning to her earlier auror roots and pretending she was calling out a dark wizard.

“Quiet down and return to your seats.” The result was different, the rest turning to see the Scottish woman prepared to teach. The sound of the room gradually quieting until it was manageable.

There…that did it.
Just needed a bit of amplification.

12-28-2013, 03:26 AM	#20 (permalink)
Holmesian Feline Chimaera Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: Baker Street Posts: 30,234 Hogwarts RPG Name: Marcus Briody Cole Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Nadia Atreyu-Rehman Gryffindor Seventh Year x8 x8	Toothless - Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror - DoctorDonna 40. Sonorus She stood off to the side of the classroom, half hidden from the seats as she watched the student filing into the room prepared for class. As much as she had prepared for this, Minerva found there were nerves within her stomach that weren’t often there. How had she let Dumbledore convince her to take on the role of professor? Yet here she stood and judging by the sound level most had arrived for their first transfiguration lesson of the term. The woman moved to the front of the classroom and cleared her throat. “Good afternoon, we shall begin,” Minerva greeted in her best, calm yet stern teaching voice. The reaction was minimal with only some students responding as her voice was lost in the din. Well that wasn’t going to work, she mused to herself as she thought on another option…returning to her earlier auror roots and pretending she was calling out a dark wizard. “Quiet down and return to your seats.” The result was different, the rest turning to see the Scottish woman prepared to teach. The sound of the room gradually quieting until it was manageable. There…that did it. Just needed a bit of amplification. __________________ Last edited by Holmesian Feline; 12-09-2014 at 02:38 AM.