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Tazenhani · 09-17-2015, 06:45 AM

When the first student appeared in the doorway to the training hall, Sabel had to refrain from rubbing his hands together with a grinning glee. He was curious as to what the reactions of his class would be. Kids always proved interesting in the most unpredictable of ways. Perhaps this morning would turn out to be an extra interesting one.

SPOILER!!: Individual Greeting Replies

Text Cut: Hyland

And it was indeed already proving to be quite interesting, starting with the first student of the morning. Sabel had to admit, he had not expected anyone to run up to a half-visible man. A double take or something would have been logical, reasonable and not at all shameful.

This, was highly unexpected. Tucking his hands in his pockets, he looked down at Hyland with an expression that was a mixture of amusement and curious concern. "Hi yourself, Mr. Hyland."

The smirk twitching at the corners of his lips was all he provided in answer to the eager boy's inquiry.

All in good time, Mr. Hyland. All in good time.

Text Cut: Wright

And yet another curious reaction. Straight for the boards, as if she didn't see him at all. Sabel did a double-take to his person, checking that it was indeed just his bottom half that appeared ... well didn't appear.

His eyes came up at the greeting, the smile firmly in place. "Good morning Ms. Wright. And a fine morning it is." He didn't miss the glint in her eye, and gave her an innocent smile in return.

Text Cut: Valke

Another greeting, bright and cheery and not at all disturbed had his head turning. Of course he couldn't not return that type of smile, and offered a grin of his own. "Morning Ms. Valke."

He was however, starting to wonder just what it was with these kids that half a person was no-big-deal. Perhaps the juice had been replaced with an extra strong pot of coffee this morning?

Text Cut: Burton

At last! Victory! Someone who didn't consider his state one of normalcy---

It was Sabel's turn to blink, concern replacing his brief notion of victory. His gaze travelled across the young girl's arm, his brow furrowing. "Ms. Burton, I believe I should be asking you that question."

Good thing he had the lesson planned for today that he did.

Text Cut: Thomas-Borzekowski

His concern turned from Burton to the newest arrival, and the grin was back. More mischievous this time, and he really couldn't help himself. Leaning down a little as the boy came by to grab a board, so he wasn't towering over the first year so much, Sabel gave the kid a worried look.

"Afraid I am. They must have wandered off during the night. Don't suppose you've seen a set of legs wandering about the castle this morning, have you?"

Text Cut: Mordaunt

And there walked in victory number two!

Straightening, Sabel turned his attention to the door and the one and only Mordaunt. The young man got a wide, pleasant grin as he made a grand gesture at his legs. Or rather, his non-legs. "At least it's the better half of me that remains."

As for the lesson plan? Well, that got a casual shrug of the shoulders. "Could be. Could not." He wasn't one to tell. The kid should know this by now.

Text Cut: Rehman

Alright, so it seemed that perhaps the first students into the class weren't fully awake. Really, it was early for the day, so perhaps their visual faculties weren't entirely tuned up and ready to go, and that was why his state had garnered little reaction from them.

Next time, he would have to devise something a little more unusual to keep them on their toes.

He was slightly surprised that Rehman did a double take. Still, it brought a good grin to his features, one which he quickly formed into a frown of concern as he looked down. "Goodness me. So I am. That's a pity." His gaze came up with a grin. "You haven't seen it milling about the halls, have you Mr. Rehman?"

Text Cut: Bellaire

Well this was certainly an interesting one. Long face, to intrigue, to suddenly long again. It was almost more impressive than his own current state, and for a moment, Sabel considered the boy very seriously.

He didn't really know the kid yet, and he was reminded of the patronus lesson where a few students had caught his attention from the get-go to keep an eye on. This, seemed like it would be another one.

"Thank you, Mr. Bellaire." A nod and still the appraising gaze. "Would you like to learn how to do so yourself?"

Brilliant question it was, really. Because who wouldn't want to learn the trick?

Text Cut: Kittredge

His attention turned back to the door and the approaching students as a familiar voice snagged his ears. A warm smile overcame his features, mingled with the slight curious quirk of his brow. "Good morning Ms. Kittredge."

Admittedly, he was slightly disappointed that he wasn't able to get a reaction out of her. There was a small one, but the young girl appeared incredibly schooled and in control of her expressions. Good. A bit disappointing, but good.

Text Cut: Valentine

So far, all the students had been as bright as bees this morning. Slightly surprising, but rather welcome. It hopefully meant less drama by way of waxing and waning emotions that came with sleep deprivation, and a very attentive class.

So, what he wasn't expecting, was to turn and be greeted with a sight of a rather ruffled Valentine. And ruffled was being polite. If he thought he might look in some way scary or concerning, it was pale in comparison to the young girl that all but ambled into his classroom.

"Good....morning....Ms. Valentine...." Merlin, truly. Did she just crawl out of bed and all the way down. It was a good thing he didn't take points for presentation. "Good sleep?"

Or perhaps bad?

Text Cut: Lynch

His eyes were really having a hard time this morning. From the disheveled state of Ms. Valentine to the sparkly and crisp composure of Ms. Lynch, it was like looking from the dead of night straight into a burning candle. It made him blink a few times.

Perhaps Lynch could give Valentine a few lessons on morning grooming habits?

"Good morning Ms. Lynch." Her warm smile was returned, as was the small smirk. Another one not yet bothered, but not because of any lack of diligence in observation.

Text Cut: Moore

It was to be expected, he supposed, that the longer they waited for classmates to show up, the more groggy they would be. Perhaps he should have pushed the lesson back a bit later, but then he really did want to give the students as much time as possible during the lesson.

Plus, morning was the best time to catch one unawares. The small smirk remained in place as he nodded at Moore. Why had the greeting sounded like a question. "Unless the sun is confused, I do believe it is."

Text Cut: Bayless

Well, that was slightly disappointing. Not even a blink of an eye. Sabel scratched at his jaw. These students, so hard to please.

"Good morning, Ms. Bayless." He took another glance down, just to make sure that his bottom half was indeed still missing. Curious reaction, Bayless, or lack thereof.

Text Cut: Messer

Another calm reactor. Merlin, these kids were good.

"Ms. Messer. A fine morning I hope?" She didn't look too ruffled around the edges, but more a half-state of awake and not-yet-awake. As long as she didn't go drooling on the chalkboard...

Text Cut: Barrington

Sabel's head turned with a grin to the next arrival. "Mr. Barrington. Good morning. It's good to see you in full health." Heh.

Though, was that a mischievous glint he caught in the kid's eye? Merlin, what was he going to create after this lesson was said and done?

Text Cut: Adair

And then, there was his own mischievous nature.

Sabel couldn't help himself as Adair did a double-take-eye-rub. He tucked his hands in his pockets (which were in fact still on his person), though it had the effect of making his hands promptly disappear. Rocking on his heels which couldn't be seen, he gave the kid the most natural smile in the world. As if everything was completely normal.

"Morning Mr. Adair. Something in your eye?"

Text Cut: Holiday

He had to admit, the natural casualness of some of the students was a bit unnerving. Had they seen things like this before? Lived in villages where people walked around half-present all the time?

Or maybe it was just Hogwarts working it's historical magic, desensitizing the student population. Well, at least no one had panicked over his state yet and tried to 'fix' him. He suppose he could be grateful for that.

"Ms. Holiday. Nice to see you."

Text Cut: Atreyu

At this point, Sabel would take victories wherever he could get them. Atreyu's slight start was one of the ones he would take a minor victory in. The kid did have a knowing look about him though, and Sabel made a mental note of it as he moved to take his seat.

"Morning Mr. Atreyu.

Text Cut: Truebridge

Then, there was the Truebridge boy. Admittedly, Sabel had been curious as to what his reaction might be. He was rather pleased when there was some sort of reaction, as deliberate and thoughtful as it was.

"Mr. Truebridge. Looking mighty contemplative this morning." Did he care to share his insight?

Text Cut: Guidry

Turning his attention to Guidry, Sabel couldn't help but grin. "No need to split my title in half, just because I'm half here." It was an interesting effect though, and so far the first response of it's kind.

He nodded at the young girl. "Nice to see you, Ms. Guidry."

Text Cut: Shacklebolt

And there was the hope-to-be-Auror. Sabel watched the young girl carefully as she entered the room, doing little to hide the fact that he was giving her a rather evaluative consideration. If she still wanted to be an Auror, then reactions to these sorts of scenarios was important.

He had to admit, while slightly disappointed, he was impressed. Not a flinch, blink or change in expression. "Shacklebolt. Good to see you."

Yes, yes he would be watching her throughout the lesson. No pressure though.

Text Cut: Winchester

The ones that had reactions were starting to become like little bits of glee sprinkled in among those that were rather calm about the whole thing. Young Winchester's was no exception to that.

With all the innocence he could muster, however, Sabel blinked back at the boy, tilted his own head and then promptly looked around himself, as if there was something behind or about that was amiss. Besides himself of course. Most of the students were demonstrating it was rather normal.

"Mr. Winchester. Pleasure to meet you. Is...something amiss?"

Text Cut: Brown

Quote:

Originally Posted by feeheeheeny

Mornings weren't a problem, as Sophie Brown made a habit of going for an early morning run with the sunrise every morning, but this particular morning, when she'd first woken up, it looked like a lack of sleep was taking its toll on the Ravenclaw. She'd used some Not-So-Sleeping Beauty and Dry Eyes from Madame Primpernelles to combat the dark, sleepy circles under her eyes and her dry, tired eyes themselves, so one might not have known she seemed to be especially exhausted today. But she was, especially after her run she took anyway, and only the trained eye would've still been able to see those traces of exhaustion in her complexion and demeanor.

But it was DEFENSE time, so that at least helped a little in providing her with the pick-me-up she needed. It was always fun to see Dakest, and--

That smug smirk was the first thing she noticed, followed closely by his missing bottom half. He was ridiculous, did he know? He was like an excited little kid bursting at the seams, like he had a BIG secret to tell, but his secret wasn't a secret at all because everyone could see him. Nerd. "You are... something else, sir," was her choice of greeting, an amused smile accompanying her words as she caught sight of the instructions about the chalk and retrieved her own board and piece of chalk to accompany it.

Turning back to survey the class and her options of where to sit... Sophie hesitated. There was Zander, which was the obvious choice, and Penelope, Ilia, Ethan, Norah, Cinna, Davie, Janelle... and, of course, Evangeline Shacklebolt. Defense Against the Dark Arts class used to make her think of Mo, but ever since last term, it felt like her class with Evie, as she and Evie had bonded with Dakest together at the very start of the term. Dakest was like a bond that held them together... or used to, until everything unraveled at the seams at the beginning of THIS term.

Still... Sophie threw an apprehensive look at Dakest, then at Evie, then at Dakest again, as if silently conveying her thought process of... If I sit with her and she gets mean again like I told you, you'll take care of it, right? Not that she couldn't handle herself, except that... she couldn't handle herself. Not this. She'd never had to deal with someone hating her before and going out of their way to be mean to her. This was a new experience for Sophie Brown and she hated it, but... what... better way to try to work this through than with Dakest there to supervise? Dakest wouldn't tolerate Evie being rude to her in the way she had been in charms class, so...

Before she could stop her feet, they were already taking her over to her dormmate, and Sophie sat down cross-legged beside Evie, her board in her lap, and gave the Head Babe an uncertain smile. "Know y'hate me now, but this class feels like ours 'n it'd feel wrong to sit somewhere else. My uncool isn't contagious," or whatever, "you're not gonna catch it." Humoring her, all right? Just because Evie hated her, it didn't mean Sophie wanted to stop being friends with her. She just... wanted to work it out.

But could they?

Thing with Brown was, he knew her. A bit better than the other students because she had more of a habit of visiting his office than others. So, that alone made him privy to the fact that she wasn't really all as awake as she appeared to be. Something was amiss, almost more than his missing legs.

Still, she got a grin back for her good efforts on humoring him. "I'm well aware, Ms. Brown." And at the moment, quite proud of it. Did she know?

He watched her as she moved about, and just about stalled. If there was a deer in the headlights in the room, it was her and it had nothing to do with him. Sabel didn't miss how her eyes flicked from him to Shacklebolt and back. One eyebrow arched, but he said and did nothing.

His gaze connected with Shacklebolt's too, albeit briefly. A quiet grunt left him as he looked between the two friends, or once-be's, whichever it was now. Hopefully, they knew better than to interrupt his lesson with drama.

Text Cut: Kennedy Umbridge

And then there was a beam of sunshine dancing through the tension, flower in hand and all. The grin was back instantly and Sabel couldn't keep the chuckle in.

"Good morning little miss." Bending down slightly, Sabel took the flower with a bit of a bow. "Why, thank you."

He straightened to tuck it into the front button of his shirt, not caring what the other students might think. After all, he did look pretty silly and that was of his own doing. To not disappoint a young child? He'd look as foolish as a penguin in flight.

Text Cut: Vogel

With the flower firmly in place, Sabel turned his attention to the last few students trickling in. And they didn't disappoint.

"Professor Dakest, if you please. Or just Professor." Because it sounded like the kid had got a bit tongue tied, though he soon enough had it figured out. "And good morning yourself, Mr. Vogel. Everything quite alright?"

Text Cut: Romalotti

Out of all the reactions that had come and passed this morning, Sabel found the most enjoyment in Romalotti's. He watched with an arched eyebrow and no small hint of an amused smirk on his lips as the kid dared to do a bit of his own investigating.

"Mr. Romalotti. Good to see you." And good to see a mind that wasn't too afraid of acting on curiosity.

Text Cut: Prince

Quote:

Originally Posted by Felixir

A disheveled looking Daxton made his way into the training hall, looking very much like he had just rolled out of bed with his shabby third-hand uniform (no robes, he hated robes), bare feet (shoes were uncomfortable, and as socks were 'up to personal preference' he had foregone those too), and messy, unbrushed hair (who cared about making it look nice? not Daxton). As a matter of fact, he had just woken up. The first year was still not used to sleeping in a dormitory with the other boys, and never got much sleep at all while they were in there. Once everyone had left for breakfast, he had taken the opportunity to sleep as long as he could before heading straight to Defence Against the Dark Arts. Nonetheless, he looked as alert as ever; so tired he was wired, it worked quite well for him.

The cool stone of the floor on his feet felt strangely comforting as Daxton crossed the training hall to where everyone was gathered, pulling his earmuffs (which he generally wore while traversing the corridors, because loud) down off of his ears and hanging them around his neck. He took a moment to look around at everyone, gaze lingering on... half of Dakest, his expression unchanging. At least until he focused on the chalkboards that were hung up, of course, and at last read the sign that said to take one. Daxton visibly cringed at the thought, gritting his teeth hard. Chalk on chalkboards. No. No no no no no. It was as if people in this place were intentionally inflicting things on him that were complete sensory hell.

Giving a little shiver, Daxton opted not to get a chalkboard for himself. He had his notebook and pen with him, so if they needed to write things down, he would use that. Nobody was making him touch a piece of chalk. Nobody.

With that thought quite firmly fixed in his mind, Daxton went and found himself a space right at the edge of the group of people, as far back as he could by the wall at the side of the room, where nobody could sit behind him and he could keep an eye on everyone else. He sat cross-legged, back against the wall, lay his notebook on his knee and got his pen (no quill, those things were aesthetically pleasing but impractical and unpleasant to write with) from his pocket, then sat and watched everyone, the Professor (half of him, at least) included.

It was curious watching Daxton enter the classroom. There was more expression given to the chalkboards than to his own current state, something which should have been telling of something but of which Sabel wasn't quite sure of. He still hadn't figured the kid out, and frankly he wasn't sure that was going to happen anytime soon.

What he did catch however, was the blatant disregard for instructions. Had the kid not borrowed a book from him, he would have wondered at his ability to read. With an arch to his eyebrow, Sabel moved over to the chalk boards, plucked one up and made his way over to the Ravenclaw.

"Mr. Prince. Goodmorning." Without ceremony, he handed the chalkboard and chalk down to the kid. "You'll be needing these this morning."

Exceptions were hard come-by in his classroom.

Text Cut: Nicolei

Turning back to the classroom, Sabel cast his gaze over those gathered. Almost time to start.

He picked his way between the students, pausing to spare a smile at Nicolei. "Good morning yourself." His smile turned into a grin at the compliment, and he nodded in recognition. "My thanks. I'm quite fond of it myself."

There was something slightly off about the kid, but at the moment, Sabel couldn't quite place it. The Hufflepuff got a momentary, appraising look before he was moving on and back to the front of the room.

Text Cut: Wojack-Gusey

Stopping at the front of the room, Sabel turned back to the classroom and caught Wojack-Gusey playing musical seats with herself. A curious endeavor, and one which he hoped didn't last the entire lesson.

"Good morning, Ms. Wojack-Gusey." His smile turned into a knowing grin as he glanced at his legs and then back up at the young girl. "Is that so? I had been wondering what was wrong. Thank you."

Text Cut: Scabior

Excitement. Excitement and enthusiasm was good. Especially so early in the morning. It could, of course, be a cause of distraction, but at this point in time Sabel found no fault in it. As long as the students were settled when they started, they could be lively and geared up.

"Mr. Scabior. Good to have you with us this morning." And, he looked indeed to be the last of them.

It seemed that all who would be joining them here today, were in fact here in one capacity or another and they were due to start. No need to make the students wait any longer on such an early morning lesson.

With a flick of his wand, Sabel shut the doors to the training hall and turned his attention on the gathered lot. An amused grin held onto his expression as his gaze roamed over the group.

"I have to say, I'm impressed at the stride which most of you took to my current state. Either this is a common sight for some of you, or Hogwarts has done a fine job in desensitizing you to the strange." Good or bad? They could decide.

He looked down at himself briefly. "Thank you, to those of you who expressed concern. I am in fact, as most of you seem to have come to the conclusion of already, quite alright."

Maybe a bit wonky in the head too, but that was besides the point.

"I imagine you all have some sort of idea as to what I have done to myself, and what you will later be doing to yourselves as well." Cue the devious grin that might as well have belonged to any one of the students now present. "But first, before we can go and start loosing ourselves, we must develop a basis of knowledge. That, and I have an announcement."

Moving to the center of the classroom, Sabel clasped his hands behind his back. "For those of you that may be interested, Hogwarts will be hosting a dueling club this year. It is open to all students, from all houses and years. The Club will consist of Meetings and a Tournament, of which the winner will be granted a reward, which I will not disclose at this time. The first meeting will be November 13. For those wishing to join the club, you can pick up a permission form after class. Please have it to me before November 13. If you have questions about the club, please retain them until the end of the lesson."

Now, to business.

Releasing his hands, Sabel took a seat in front of the group in front of the group. He could only imagine what a strange sight he must make. "Now, back to the matter at hand. To start us off, I would like each of you to write on your chalkboards two things. The first, what spell or means might be used to create this state of invisiblity." A gesture to his non-existent bottom half. "The second, what means might be used to detect a state of invisibility. Keep in mind that while there are specific spells to accomplish both of these tasks in a direct manner, there are also indirect ways which can be just as, if not more, useful."

His gaze roamed around the room. "Do not be afraid to be creative or out-of-box thinkers. Keep in mind the lesson you are in, and the situations in which you may need to apply these two spells when you are coming up with your answers."

Turning slightly, Sabel motioned to where all the pegs were on the wall. "When you are done, hang your chalkboard back on the wall and we will discuss some of the answers."

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OOC: First mini-mini assignment! For this your charrie needs to on the boards the two things which have been asked (a way to create invisibility and a way to detect invisibility). Creative answers are encouraged

Class will move on in approximately 20-24 hours from this post (sorry, work the whole day, otherwise it would be sooner)

If you are just joining, please feel free to jump right in as if your charrie has been here the whole time!

Thank you for your brilliant greetings. I really enjoyed reading them all <3

09-17-2015, 06:45 AM	#33 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ When the first student appeared in the doorway to the training hall, Sabel had to refrain from rubbing his hands together with a grinning glee. He was curious as to what the reactions of his class would be. Kids always proved interesting in the most unpredictable of ways. Perhaps this morning would turn out to be an extra interesting one. SPOILER!!: Individual Greeting Replies Text Cut: Hyland Quote: Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi His face a bit puffy because he had had a midnight snack before going to bed, Yoongi still entered the Defence training hall with a good mood. He was excited for this class , one of his favourites …not as much as Charms though… While entering the room, the first thing the Gryffindor noticed that there were no desks, stools or even chairs in the area and his excitement grew even more. That meant they had a practical lesson right?! As he walked further, he did not notice the chalkboards hanging on the wall but the Professor. Or at least, half of him. Now, anyone who knew him would know that he was easily startled or freaked out but not this time, he basically ran to the man and as he stood in front of him , gasped loudly, looked down and his eyes twinkled." If that is what I think it is and if I think that that is what we’ll be learning today than I am SO PSYCHED for this lesson! oh ..also Hi~ "No really! If it was the disillusionment charm they were going to learn then he would be so excited! Cause it was the spell he had written down that he had wanted to learn more about the most. So, Pleeeeeease let it be so! He would make him a cake if it is yes! Eventhough he can’t bake anything… Oh right, chalkboard. Still with a grin on his face, the Gryffindor grabbed what he needed to take and waited, wide eyed , thinking 'please let it be that, please let it be that' the whole time. And it was indeed already proving to be quite interesting, starting with the first student of the morning. Sabel had to admit, he had not expected anyone to run up to a half-visible man. A double take or something would have been logical, reasonable and not at all shameful. This, was highly unexpected. Tucking his hands in his pockets, he looked down at Hyland with an expression that was a mixture of amusement and curious concern. "Hi yourself, Mr. Hyland." The smirk twitching at the corners of his lips was all he provided in answer to the eager boy's inquiry. All in good time, Mr. Hyland. All in good time. Text Cut: Wright Quote: Originally Posted by griffin Entering the DADA classroom, Penelope looked around. The room seemed empty except for one wall. Was she the first one here? Where was the professor? She walked over to where the chalkboards were hanging and grabbed a chalkboard and a piece of chalk. Professor Dakest was here. "Good morning, Professor Dakest." The apparently missing lower half of his body got a suspicious look, but she wasn't going to ask about that yet. Disillusionment charm, maybe? Penelope found a spot in the middle of the room and sat down on the floor. Looked like it would be an interesting lesson. And yet another curious reaction. Straight for the boards, as if she didn't see him at all. Sabel did a double-take to his person, checking that it was indeed just his bottom half that appeared ... well didn't appear. His eyes came up at the greeting, the smile firmly in place. "Good morning Ms. Wright. And a fine morning it is." He didn't miss the glint in her eye, and gave her an innocent smile in return. Text Cut: Valke Quote: Originally Posted by VRSCIKA Ilia did her best to be early for Defense Against the Dark Arts, it was one of her favorite classes after CoMC after all. Also, he didn't require them to wear robes generally....The one muggle-like thing that she did was wearing jeans when she could. So this morning she most certainly did. Jeans, a black long sleeve and hiking boots, best to be prepared in Professor Dakest's class. The beautiful golden sunlight shined in across the clean and empty space, a thing of silent beauty as she looked into the classroom. Only the professor was there, smirking .....with half of his body 'not there'. This class, was going to be good. Upon seeing his state, she wasn't unsettled at all and actually, gave him the biggest smile she had given any professor yet this year. "Good Morning, Professor." She bowed respectfully , bright eyed and bushy tail, ready to go as they say. She procured a chalkboard and chalk, as she watched Yoongi's antics. The Gryffindor boy was certainly 'interesting' at times. She stood an acceptable distance away from the professor and sat, crossed legged on the floor. Waiting patiently, she contemplated if she would be in trouble for turning her chalk green? Another greeting, bright and cheery and not at all disturbed had his head turning. Of course he couldn't not return that type of smile, and offered a grin of his own. "Morning Ms. Valke." He was however, starting to wonder just what it was with these kids that half a person was no-big-deal. Perhaps the juice had been replaced with an extra strong pot of coffee this morning? Text Cut: Burton Quote: Originally Posted by RandomRaven Although she was injured, it didn't mean that she had to skip the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. So far she had enjoyed the lesson and Professor Dakest was great and cool too. The healer had put a splint on her left shoulder and hopefully it would get better soon. After she had some breakfast, the Gryffindor girl climbed up to the first floor where the classroom had located. Entering the classroom, she noticed the Professor was... half of him? Blink blink... "Good morning, Profesor and... Are you okay?" She asked the ex-auror. Was he got sliced or... NO WAY. It must be a trick that related to their lessons today. And also, a chalk and blackboard? That reminded her of her muggle primary school. she grabbed a board and a chalk and... How was she supposed to write things with this since she injured her shoulder? Oh, sucks. At last! Victory! Someone who didn't consider his state one of normalcy--- It was Sabel's turn to blink, concern replacing his brief notion of victory. His gaze travelled across the young girl's arm, his brow furrowing. *"Ms. Burton, I believe I should be asking you* that question." Good thing he had the lesson planned for today that he did. Text Cut*: Thomas-Borzekowski* Quote: Originally Posted by littledhampir Mornings didn't bother Olly. He generally tended to wake up early, and so he had plenty of time to eat and prepare himself for the first lesson of the day. It also meant that he was not all groggy or half asleep from just waking up. Defense Against the Dark Arts was a pretty cool class, and one of the few he actually looked forward to. Also, it was nice that it was not too many staircases away from his dorm. Having to walk up all of the stairs in Hogwarts was not his idea of a good time, and it would make this class not as fun if it was too far away. Blink. Blink. "Er, missing something, professor?" How could a fully grown man lose his legs though? It seemed like something that would be hard to misplace. Oliver stood in the doorway for a moment, staring at the professor with a look of clear confusion on his face. After a moment he kept walking, grabbing a chalkboard and some chalk, and stood leaning against a wall. His concern turned from Burton to the newest arrival, and the grin was back. More mischievous this time, and he really couldn't help himself. Leaning down a little as the boy came by to grab a board, so he wasn't towering over the first year so much, Sabel gave the kid a worried look. "Afraid I am. They must have wandered off during the night. Don't suppose you've seen a set of legs wandering about the castle this morning, have you?" Text Cut: Mordaunt Quote: Originally Posted by Stefan It’s one of those core subjects that he needed to excel in, and ace in his upcoming NEWTs. So without much thought, Ethan arrived in the training hall earlier than everyone else as expected. He’d been preparing for this lesson since last night, even went to bed early, so the muddled greeting that the professor might be expecting from him won’t be heard. Instead, a cheerful one came out of his mouth as soon as he stepped inside the training salle. “GREETINGS PROFES—” What in the world?! You don’t welcome students with your other half missing! Ethan stood by the entrance, perplexed with what he saw, but then was relieved to see the pleasant expression on the Professor’s face. At least he’s not bothered by it, and not in pain. Take two. Clearing his throat, “GREETINGS, Professor Dakest-- …or should I say Professor Dakest 0.5?” Ethan gave the professor a sup nod, and glanced at, what should be his legs and feet, then back to the professor. “Disillusionment charm, I suppose?” he asked and at the same time half assumed. With a quick look around the room, he found the wall full of small blackboards, and the instruction hanging above the lot. The Slytherin got himself one, a piece of chalk, and walked over a spot near the windows where he could get some sunlight. It was almost winter season, so yes, he’d take advantage of the heat of the sun while it lasted. And there walked in victory number two! Straightening, Sabel turned his attention to the door and the one and only Mordaunt. The young man got a wide, pleasant grin as he made a grand gesture at his legs. Or rather, his non-legs. "At least it's the better half of me that remains." As for the lesson plan? Well, that got a casual shrug of the shoulders. "Could be. Could not." He wasn't one to tell. The kid should know this by now. Text Cut: Rehman Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 It was so early, gosh! But early morning lessons were the best! And best of all? They didn't have to wear robes to the lesson. Wide awake and with a full stomach, Adi bounded into the room. He was all set for whatever Dakest tossed their way today. Yep! BRING IT ON! "Good morning-'' Eh... Where did half of the man go? It took him only a second or two to pull himself together. Disillusionment Charm was at work, perhaps? "Professor! Did you know that half of you is missing?" Hehe. Rhetorical question. After giving the man a grin, he turned his attention to the board... no, boardS. Okay, soooo board, chalk and floor! Adi grabbed the two before shuffling over to Ilia, in the process waving to Yoongi, Ava, Penelope and Ethan. "Heyyy, Ilia,'' he greeted as he flopped down cross legged beside her. Alright, so it seemed that perhaps the first students into the class weren't fully awake. Really, it was early for the day, so perhaps their visual faculties weren't entirely tuned up and ready to go, and that was why his state had garnered little reaction from them. Next time, he would have to devise something a little more unusual to keep them on their toes. He was slightly surprised that Rehman did a double take. Still, it brought a good grin to his features, one which he quickly formed into a frown of concern as he looked down. "Goodness me. So I am. That's a pity." His gaze came up with a grin. "You haven't seen it milling about the halls, have you Mr. Rehman?" Text Cut: Bellaire Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo He didn't want to go to anymore classes. Blaise Bellaire had only just started his Hogwarts career and he was already done. So done. His wand didn't work; his magic didn't work and every lesson he'd been to so far required these two factors to be fixed. Trouble was, he didn't know HOW to fix them, consequently the boy walked into the lesson with a long face and his quick quotes quill and notepad floating along ahead of him. First thing he noticed, there were no desks or chairs. Second thing, he needed to grab a little chalkboard and chalk. Third thing, there was only half a Professor here. How did THAT happen? Blaise stared openly in awe, wondering if they would be able to do that too but then he remember how his magic was no good and his face just fell all over again. "Hello Professor. It's neat how you cut yourself in half like that." Even though he'd never be able to do the same with his own wand. The boy flopped to the ground with a look similar to that of a child who'd been handed candy then had it snatched away right after. He wanted to cut himself in half too but no doubt his wand would never let him--or worse, it would do it wrong and get him killed. Well this was certainly an interesting one. Long face, to intrigue, to suddenly long again. It was almost more impressive than his own current state, and for a moment, Sabel considered the boy very seriously. He didn't really know the kid yet, and he was reminded of the patronus lesson where a few students had caught his attention from the get-go to keep an eye on. This, seemed like it would be another one. "Thank you, Mr. Bellaire." A nod and still the appraising gaze. *"Would you* like to learn how to do so yourself?"** Brilliant question it was, really. Because who wouldn't want to learn the trick? Text Cut: Kittredge Quote: Originally Posted by Sararara Norah had woken up early for this one, mmhmm. There were certain things that had to be done before a DADA class, namely looking in the mirror for five hundred billion years just to make sure her cheeks were NOT going to go red. Prefect's orders. It wasn't allowed. Her cheeks hadn't done a very good job with it in all the other DADA classes this term, but it this was her lesson. She'd practiced, okay? Practice made...something close to perfect than she was at this point. The perfection part of the prefect deal was still decidedly out of reach, but that was likely true for everybody except for Sophie Brown who was probably perfect from the second she was born. When she stepped into the classroom, her eyes went directly to Professor Dakest, her eyebrows went directly upwards, and the corners of her mouth went directly into their smiling position. Where did the bottom half of him GO? "Good morning professor." Her greeting had a tendency to be soft and mumbled in this particular class, and today was no exception. There was no blushing, at least, so that was a cause for celebration all in itself. Apparently having an invisible bottom half didn't make it any easier to not be in in awe of him, which was completely unfair. Maybe he could make his face invisible next time. That would be a shame, though. She finally noticed that there were no chairs and desks set up, so she retrieved a board before choosing a place on the floor. Alright. Cool. Hopefully this wouldn't be as embarrassing as the patronuses had been. His attention turned back to the door and the approaching students as a familiar voice snagged his ears. A warm smile overcame his features, mingled with the slight curious quirk of his brow. "Good morning Ms. Kittredge." Admittedly, he was slightly disappointed that he wasn't able to get a reaction out of her. There was a small one, but the young girl appeared incredibly schooled and in control of her expressions. Good. A bit disappointing, but good. Text Cut: Valentine Quote: Originally Posted by MudInMyBlood No food in her belly, and absolutely no brushing of her hair happened. It was, however, in a pony tail which helped with the fly away hairs a bit. Eye buggers were present, and most likely some drool stains around her mouth. Maybe the whole 'being alert' thing was a fluke last term, or maybe she still wasn't quite in the swing of things yet. Whatever the reason, AJ was here physically, but that was about it. Walking into the room, AJ spotted the professor, and pointed at his missing half. It took too much effort to actually say what she was thinking. A mumbled "morning," did escape from her barely opened lips. People. Hi, people. AJ did a sort of sleep walk over to the boyfriend. Head nod for the hufflepuff prefect. Sup? Oh crap. She needed things. A few 'out of body experience' steps later and she was back in her original position with a chalkboard and chalk. She couldn't get too comfortable because sleep would probably overtake her once more. So far, all the students had been as bright as bees this morning. Slightly surprising, but rather welcome. It hopefully meant less drama by way of waxing and waning emotions that came with sleep deprivation, and a very attentive class. So, what he wasn't expecting, was to turn and be greeted with a sight of a rather ruffled Valentine. And ruffled was being polite. If he thought he might look in some way scary or concerning, it was pale in comparison to the young girl that all but ambled into his classroom. "Good....morning....Ms. Valentine...." Merlin, truly. Did she just crawl out of bed and all the way down. It was a good thing he didn't take points for presentation. "Good sleep?" Or perhaps bad? Text Cut: Lynch Quote: Originally Posted by SpiritWolfe Malfoy It didn't matter to Hady how early in the morning this lesson was taking place for she was more then wide awake. Her face as well as the rest of her completely clean, hair brushed but left down flowing nicely down her back and around her shoulders, teeth brushed as well. She'd even had time for breakfast of course though it wasn't exactly breakfast food if chocolate frogs and a charmed glass of orange changed into coffee counted for much. Entering the DADA room all she really noticed was the lack of desks and chairs at first. Well alrighty then nothing wrong with that. Doing a quick sweep of the room with her bright hazel eyes she nodded at a few of her friends before spotting Professor Dakest or well um half of him off to the side. Nothing seemed to concern her anymore, if the man didn't appear bothered by the lack of his lower half then neither would she. However she couldn't help but hope this had something to do with what they'd be learning today. "Morning Professor," she greeted warmly with a small smirk and a simple nod of her head. Greeting down she wandered across the room to the selection of mini black boards and picked one up off the wall along with a piece of chalk. With the items needed in her hand she found a clear spot where no one was standing and sat herself down on the floor, bag resting at her feet, chalkboard resting on her lap and fingers drumming quietly to a beat she couldn't seem to get out of her head. His eyes were really having a hard time this morning. From the disheveled state of Ms. Valentine to the sparkly and crisp composure of Ms. Lynch, it was like looking from the dead of night straight into a burning candle. It made him blink a few times. Perhaps Lynch could give Valentine a few lessons on morning grooming habits? "Good morning Ms. Lynch." Her warm smile was returned, as was the small smirk. Another one not yet bothered, but not because of any lack of diligence in observation. Text Cut: Moore Quote: Originally Posted by keepmeclose22 Austin walked into the room tired as ever. He wasn't a morning person. Why did professors have to make classes so early? They knew students wouldn't be fully awake, right? Well this fourth year wasn't. He almost fell asleep in his french toast this morning. He did, however, end up pouring syrup all over his hand. It was a very odd morning indeed. Looking around, he found that a few students were sitting on the floor with chalkboards. Upon further looking around he found that there were chalkboards hanging up on the far wall. He promptly grabbed one, and some chalk, and found an empty spot to sit. Looking up, wanting to greet the professor, he realized that the man was only half there. He was very confused indeed. "Um... Morning professor?" It was to be expected, he supposed, that the longer they waited for classmates to show up, the more groggy they would be. Perhaps he should have pushed the lesson back a bit later, but then he really did want to give the students as much time as possible during the lesson. Plus, morning was the best time to catch one unawares. The small smirk remained in place as he nodded at Moore. Why had the greeting sounded like a question. "Unless the sun is confused, I do believe it is." Text Cut: Bayless Quote: Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry Normally these early morning classes drove Cinna nuts. It wasn't the having to get up so early part. It was the I'm on the seventh floor abs I'm supposed to make it down to the great hall eat breakfast before this early morning class? There was not enough hours in the day. But surprisingly this morning she had gotten up in time to go for a run, eat breakfast, and go up the the owlery to send off some letters. She did this all before it was time to head down to class. Amazing! She wasn't even tired. She was awfully wide eyed and brushy tailed this morning. If she had been heading to Moxleys lesson this morning instead she could have stuck the super big smiley face to her clothes. Instead she was heading to defense against the dark arts. Heading on into the classroom she noticed no desk. No desk? Hmmmm sitting in the floor. So these other slackers couldn't fall asleep, right? Great idea Dakest. Slackers shouldn't have the chance to slack. Anyway... The seventh year nodded and smiled at the professor as she passed, "Good morning, Professor Dakest." Hmmmm. Half of him was missing. She actually wasn't sure how to react to this. If she wasn't as awake as she was she probably would have thought she was seeing things. Then she went over to the chalk boards took one off of the peg and I piece of chalk and found a seat.... Or a spot in the floor next to no one she was at a perfect spot next to no one. She was completely happy with this for now. Well, that was slightly disappointing. Not even a blink of an eye. Sabel scratched at his jaw. These students, so hard to please. "Good morning, Ms. Bayless." He took another glance down, just to make sure that his bottom half was indeed still missing. Curious reaction, Bayless, or lack thereof. Text Cut: Messer Quote: Originally Posted by Poolicious DADA. One of the class that she was looking forward too. Not because the Professor has a nice face. A VERY nice face. Nope. Not at all. But she was not really a fan of morning classes. She's just not a morning person. The Gryffindor had to drag herself from her comfy dorm ALL the way to the DADA classroom in the first floor. But she did get a chance to get some breakfast first. That's a plus. When she entered the classroom, the first thing she noticed was the Professor or more like half of him. But he still looked very handsome. Ahem. "Good morning, Professor." Candice grabbed one of those chalk board and a chalk of course before she found a perfect spot on the floor to sit on. Another calm reactor. Merlin, these kids were good. "Ms. Messer. A fine morning I hope?" She didn't look too ruffled around the edges, but more a half-state of awake and not-yet-awake. As long as she didn't go drooling on the chalkboard... Text Cut: Barrington Quote: Originally Posted by Meizzner Dante liked this class. Though he just likes DADA anyway So it probably would not have mattered the Professor. Sorry Dakest. So he was not really surprised when he walked in and saw no desks. He was use to Professors being crazy with the rooms by now. "Good to see you Professor...well at least half of you anyway" Now that was certainly interesting and Dante had no idea how he did it. How they be learning how to do that today or something like that. That would be awesome. Dante took a board and a piece of chalk and looked for a empty spot to sit down. He was not going to stand unless ordered too. Though no lying down. That could be disastrous. Though imagine all the things a fourteen year could do if he became invisible. Just imagine. Sabel's head turned with a grin to the next arrival. "Mr. Barrington. Good morning. It's good to see you in full health." Heh. Though, was that a mischievous glint he caught in the kid's eye? Merlin, what was he going to create after this lesson was said and done? Text Cut: Adair Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Zander Adair was tired. Zander Adair was sleep deprived. Zander Adair was feeling all sorts of pressure. And yet somehow, Zander Adair managed to get himself out of bed this morning with time to grab a quick bite at breakfast and still make it to class on time. Man. Zander Adair had this down to a science. The science of waking up at the very last possible minute and still surviving Hogwarts. They should start a club for that. Zander could be president. The Gryffindor was still tired as he walked into the classroom. Though he still noticed the note on the wall. Grabbing a board and a piece of chalk he went to-- Uh. Blink. Blink. Blink. He stopped cold in his path, rubbing his eyes a bit. Okay, was he so sleepy that he was only seeing half of Professor Dakest this morning? This had never been a sideeffect... "Uh, good morning, Sir," he blinked a few more times before walking to find a piece of floor to sit at. Man. That was strange. Where did his legs go? And then, there was his own mischievous nature. Sabel couldn't help himself as Adair did a double-take-eye-rub. He tucked his hands in his pockets (which were in fact still on his person), though it had the effect of making his hands promptly disappear. Rocking on his heels which couldn't be seen, he gave the kid the most natural smile in the world. As if everything was completely normal. "Morning Mr. Adair. Something in your eye?" Text Cut: Holiday Quote: Originally Posted by Squishy Paulina didn't like mornings, yet she somehow managed to drag herself out of bed and look at least somewhat decent. At least her appearance was up to class standards, and that was the important thing. Entering the classroom she didn't even blink as she saw half of the Professor missing. Why not? Wasn't as if strange things weren't happening in every lesson. It was almost normal to her now. "Morning Professor." At least he hadn't added any bizarre rules lately - at least from what she'd seen. Anything could happen. Waving to people, Paulina grabbed a chalkboard and piece of chalk before finding a place to sit. He had to admit, the natural casualness of some of the students was a bit unnerving. Had they seen things like this before? Lived in villages where people walked around half-present all the time? Or maybe it was just Hogwarts working it's historical magic, desensitizing the student population. Well, at least no one had panicked over his state yet and tried to 'fix' him. He suppose he could be grateful for that. "Ms. Holiday. Nice to see you." Text Cut: Atreyu Quote: Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline Oh early morning class. The only blessing was they hadn't had astro the night before. But alas no and Benny was only moving a little slower this morning as he entered the classroom. The sight of the half-professor was a mild surprise but the Gryffindor wasn't concerned. Disallusionment charms...quite common when one deals with dragons as he had over the summer. Not to mention what Adi had cast in their own adventures. "Good morning professor," he greeted politely as he went to retrieve a chalkboard and chalk and then to find a seat. "Hey," he greeted Adi and a quite sleepy AJ almost about to sit be them when he spotted Paulina off by herself. Deciding to be friendly, Benny moved closer to her. "Morning," he greeted as he sat down. At this point, Sabel would take victories wherever he could get them. Atreyu's slight start was one of the ones he would take a minor victory in. The kid did have a knowing look about him though, and Sabel made a mental note of it as he moved to take his seat. "Morning Mr. Atreyu. Text Cut: Truebridge Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Oooh, DADA time. Davie loved DADA, even when it was early in the morning. He trotted into class and happily picked up his chalkboard and chalk, as instructed. It was then that he noticed the professor, and.... noticed that half of him was missing. It took Davie a minute of staring and thinking to figure that one out. See, he was probably just partially visible. Surely Professor Dakest knew how to apparate and disapparate properly, so he hadn't splinched his bottom half. He hadn't messed up a spell, and then decided to hold a class. That didn't make sense. So this was a deliberate bit of magic, and it probably had something to do with what they were going to learn today, and Davie didn't need to waste the professor's time asking him about it. He greeted the man, finally, with a sharp nod of respect, taking his chalkboard over to the corner to sit down. Then, there was the Truebridge boy. Admittedly, Sabel had been curious as to what his reaction might be. He was rather pleased when there was some sort of reaction, as deliberate and thoughtful as it was. "Mr. Truebridge. Looking mighty contemplative this morning." Did he care to share his insight? Text Cut: Guidry Quote: Originally Posted by Daydreamer11 It was time for Defense Against the Dark Arts and Janelle was curious about what the class might be learning today. She entered the room, ready to enthusiastically greet the professor. "Good Morning Profes......sor" Oh......there was only half of the professor to greet. He was bottomless. Now that was different. Janelle wondered if he using an invisibility cloak around his bottom half. Now she was definitely intrigued. Seeing the written instructions, Janelle grabbed a blackboard and chalk. She waved to Adi and Cinna, then she found an nice empty spot on the floor and sat down. From there, she could see everyone as they arrived for class. People watching was always a good way to pass the time. Turning his attention to Guidry, Sabel couldn't help but grin. "No need to split my title in half, just because I'm half here." It was an interesting effect though, and so far the first response of it's kind. He nodded at the young girl. "Nice to see you, Ms. Guidry." Text Cut: Shacklebolt Quote: Originally Posted by sarahlooo Evie could occasionally be persuaded to be a morning person. Especially when that morning was started off with Dakest teaching DADA. She had her breakfast, of course, and had gotten dressed and ready and went on her way to the classroom, excited to see what they would be learning that morning. "Good morning... Professor." Half of the professor, she noted as she walked through the door. Interesting, but not really a surprise. More of an invitation to be even more excited about what they would learn today. Without question, Evie followed the directions on the board and obtained a board and a piece of chalk and found a place to sit as she waited for the rest of her classmates to show up. And there was the hope-to-be-Auror. Sabel watched the young girl carefully as she entered the room, doing little to hide the fact that he was giving her a rather evaluative consideration. If she still wanted to be an Auror, then reactions to these sorts of scenarios was important. He had to admit, while slightly disappointed, he was impressed. Not a flinch, blink or change in expression. "Shacklebolt. Good to see you." Yes, yes he would be watching her throughout the lesson. No pressure though. Text Cut: Winchester Quote: Originally Posted by Expecto-Penguin Defense Against the Dark Arts. This class was the one Colt was most interested to attend. He had some knowledge from Dumstrang of course but he wanted to know how this Hogwarts teacher handled this subject. He didn't really sleep well last night due to some excitement. He did manage to eat something for breakfast though and felt a little better. He was still scrubbing the sleepies out of his eyes when he entered the room. He noticed others beat him here though which was to be expected. As he looked to the front of the room, he noticed the Professor.....half of him was missing????? He blinked not once, not twice but three times to make sure no joke was being played on him. He furrowed his brows in confusion and tilted his head. "Good morning Professorr?" He was still even more confused yet fascinated he managed to do that. He shook his head and remembered to introduce himself, "Im Colt. Colt Winchester." Then he saw he needed to take a piece of chalk and a chalkboard and went back to his seat. He wondered what they were gonna do with this stuff. The ones that had reactions were starting to become like little bits of glee sprinkled in among those that were rather calm about the whole thing. Young Winchester's was no exception to that. With all the innocence he could muster, however, Sabel blinked back at the boy, tilted his own head and then promptly looked around himself, as if there was something behind or about that was amiss. Besides himself of course. Most of the students were demonstrating it was rather normal. "Mr. Winchester. Pleasure to meet you. Is...something amiss?" Text Cut: Brown Quote: Originally Posted by feeheeheeny Mornings weren't a problem, as Sophie Brown made a habit of going for an early morning run with the sunrise every morning, but this particular morning, when she'd first woken up, it looked like a lack of sleep was taking its toll on the Ravenclaw. She'd used some Not-So-Sleeping Beauty and Dry Eyes from Madame Primpernelles to combat the dark, sleepy circles under her eyes and her dry, tired eyes themselves, so one might not have known she seemed to be especially exhausted today. But she was, especially after her run she took anyway, and only the trained eye would've still been able to see those traces of exhaustion in her complexion and demeanor. But it was DEFENSE time, so that at least helped a little in providing her with the pick-me-up she needed. It was always fun to see Dakest, and-- That smug smirk was the first thing she noticed, followed closely by his missing bottom half. He was ridiculous, did he know? He was like an excited little kid bursting at the seams, like he had a BIG secret to tell, but his secret wasn't a secret at all because everyone could see him. Nerd. "You are... something else, sir," was her choice of greeting, an amused smile accompanying her words as she caught sight of the instructions about the chalk and retrieved her own board and piece of chalk to accompany it. Turning back to survey the class and her options of where to sit... Sophie hesitated. There was Zander, which was the obvious choice, and Penelope, Ilia, Ethan, Norah, Cinna, Davie, Janelle... and, of course, Evangeline Shacklebolt. Defense Against the Dark Arts class used to make her think of Mo, but ever since last term, it felt like her class with Evie, as she and Evie had bonded with Dakest together at the very start of the term. Dakest was like a bond that held them together... or used to, until everything unraveled at the seams at the beginning of THIS term. Still... Sophie threw an apprehensive look at Dakest, then at Evie, then at Dakest again, as if silently conveying her thought process of... If I sit with her and she gets mean again like I told you, you'll take care of it, right? Not that she couldn't handle herself, except that... she couldn't handle herself. Not this. She'd never had to deal with someone hating her before and going out of their way to be mean to her. This was a new experience for Sophie Brown and she hated it, but... what... better way to try to work this through than with Dakest there to supervise? Dakest wouldn't tolerate Evie being rude to her in the way she had been in charms class, so... Before she could stop her feet, they were already taking her over to her dormmate, and Sophie sat down cross-legged beside Evie, her board in her lap, and gave the Head Babe an uncertain smile. "*Know y'hate me now, but this class feels like ours* 'n it'd feel wrong to sit somewhere else. My uncool isn't contagious," or whatever, "you're not gonna catch it." Humoring her, all right? Just because Evie hated her, it didn't mean Sophie wanted to stop being friends with her. She just... wanted to work it out. But could they? Thing with Brown was, he knew her. A bit better than the other students because she had more of a habit of visiting his office than others. So, that alone made him privy to the fact that she wasn't really all as awake as she appeared to be. Something was amiss, almost more than his missing legs. Still, she got a grin back for her good efforts on humoring him. "I'm well aware, Ms. Brown." And at the moment, quite proud of it. Did she know? He watched her as she moved about, and just about stalled. If there was a deer in the headlights in the room, it was her and it had nothing to do with him. Sabel didn't miss how her eyes flicked from him to Shacklebolt and back. One eyebrow arched, but he said and did nothing. His gaze connected with Shacklebolt's too, albeit briefly. A quiet grunt left him as he looked between the two friends, or once-be's, whichever it was now. Hopefully, they knew better than to interrupt his lesson with drama. Text Cut*: Kennedy Umbridge* Quote: Originally Posted by Eriin THIS WAS IT!! The class she had been WAITING for. HA. Uncle Professor Dimples was the MAN. Bounding into his classroom she GRINNED wide and held the little flower out toward him. SHE HAD PICKED IT JUST FOR HIM. Mhm. "GOOD MORNING UNC... PROFESSOR DAKEST!" Yes, she was excited and being loud, WHAT OF IT?! Spinning around to face the class she let her eyes scan the crowd briefly. Hmmm. Well everyone actually looked like they were BUSY in one form or another, so she just went to retrieve her chalkboard and stand quietly.... Though the standing was more of a bounce. And her energy PROBABLY RADIATED. Oh hey Sophie Brown and Davie TRUEBRIDGE. They got waves, but she REALLY wanted to concentrate on this particular class, so she stayed away... for now. And then there was a beam of sunshine dancing through the tension, flower in hand and all. The grin was back instantly and Sabel couldn't keep the chuckle in. "Good morning little miss." Bending down slightly, Sabel took the flower with a bit of a bow. "Why, thank you." He straightened to tuck it into the front button of his shirt, not caring what the other students might think. After all, he did look pretty silly and that was of his own doing. To not disappoint a young child? He'd look as foolish as a penguin in flight. Text Cut: Vogel Quote: Originally Posted by DanialRadFAN01 Milo was VERY eager for the Defense lesson this morning. This, besides Charms, was most likely the place to learn the spells he would use most often. He had already pulled his wand out on the moving staircases on his trip from Ravenclaw Tower fully expecting to come bursting into some action first step into the training hall classroom but that wasn't the case. When the first year entered the room, he found it almost empty apart from the students who had already filed in. His face facing a tad, he stuffed his wand back into his pocket and walked over to the others. They were to grab a chalkboard and something to write with, okay, oh and there was the Professor. "Good morning, uh...." He stopped, chalkboard in hand and stare at the man--more precisely half of the man for he didn't have anything below his waist and appeared to be floating. Surely he hadn't run into the same mistake or similar to the History of Magic Professor from a long time ago that he'd read about waking up and leaving his body behind and going on to teach as a ghost. Could you do that but with just limbs and continue to LIVE? Soo strange. But it wasn't polite to stare and besides the Professor hadn't seemed too worried about it so Milo shouldn't be either. "Good morning Professor." He quickly took a seat. With the flower firmly in place, Sabel turned his attention to the last few students trickling in. And they didn't disappoint. "Professor Dakest, if you please. Or just Professor." Because it sounded like the kid had got a bit tongue tied, though he soon enough had it figured out. "And good morning yourself, Mr. Vogel. Everything quite alright?" Text Cut: Romalotti Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone Defence Against the Dark Arts sounded like it was going to be a BRILLIANT lesson. Full of ACTION and EPICNESS, like one of those action-packed movies but with magic involved. At least, those were the high hopes Phillip had for this subject. So naturally, the boy was VERY enthusiastic about this one lesson here and had even rushed through his breakfast to get here! Yes, that's right, RUSHED BREAKFAST. But he was here soon enough, in this empty classroom that had nowhere to sit, a bunch of chalkboards and........ ............... BLINK. STARE. BLINK. Uh. Wide eyed, the first year STARED at the Professor. Or, well, HALF of him because the bottom half was GONE! POOF! Not believing his eyes, Phillip even walked around the man slowly, to get a good look of the disappearing act. To be honest, the Slytherin had half a mind to poke the bottom half of the professor's body just to see if it was invisible or if their professor was a weird torso!man who defended himself against the dark arts by, well, scaring them. What? It could be true. "Good morning, Professor," he said, staring a bit more before slowly making his way to grab a chalkboard and take a seat on the floor. This should be interesting, right? Out of all the reactions that had come and passed this morning, Sabel found the most enjoyment in Romalotti's. He watched with an arched eyebrow and no small hint of an amused smirk on his lips as the kid dared to do a bit of his own investigating. "Mr. Romalotti. Good to see you." And good to see a mind that wasn't too afraid of acting on curiosity. Text Cut: Prince Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir A disheveled looking Daxton made his way into the training hall, looking very much like he had just rolled out of bed with his shabby third-hand uniform (no robes, he hated robes), bare feet (shoes were uncomfortable, and as socks were 'up to personal preference' he had foregone those too), and messy, unbrushed hair (who cared about making it look nice? not Daxton). As a matter of fact, he had just woken up. The first year was still not used to sleeping in a dormitory with the other boys, and never got much sleep at all while they were in there. Once everyone had left for breakfast, he had taken the opportunity to sleep as long as he could before heading straight to Defence Against the Dark Arts. Nonetheless, he looked as alert as ever; so tired he was wired, it worked quite well for him. The cool stone of the floor on his feet felt strangely comforting as Daxton crossed the training hall to where everyone was gathered, pulling his earmuffs (which he generally wore while traversing the corridors, because loud) down off of his ears and hanging them around his neck. He took a moment to look around at everyone, gaze lingering on... half of Dakest, his expression unchanging. At least until he focused on the chalkboards that were hung up, of course, and at last read the sign that said to take one. Daxton visibly cringed at the thought, gritting his teeth hard. Chalk on chalkboards. No. No no no no no. It was as if people in this place were intentionally inflicting things on him that were complete sensory hell. Giving a little shiver, Daxton opted not to get a chalkboard for himself. He had his notebook and pen with him, so if they needed to write things down, he would use that. Nobody was making him touch a piece of chalk. Nobody. With that thought quite firmly fixed in his mind, Daxton went and found himself a space right at the edge of the group of people, as far back as he could by the wall at the side of the room, where nobody could sit behind him and he could keep an eye on everyone else. He sat cross-legged, back against the wall, lay his notebook on his knee and got his pen (no quill, those things were aesthetically pleasing but impractical and unpleasant to write with) from his pocket, then sat and watched everyone, the Professor (half of him, at least) included. It was curious watching Daxton enter the classroom. There was more expression given to the chalkboards than to his own current state, something which should have been telling of something but of which Sabel wasn't quite sure of. He still hadn't figured the kid out, and frankly he wasn't sure that was going to happen anytime soon. What he did catch however, was the blatant disregard for instructions. Had the kid not borrowed a book from him, he would have wondered at his ability to read. With an arch to his eyebrow, Sabel moved over to the chalk boards, plucked one up and made his way over to the Ravenclaw. "Mr. Prince. Goodmorning." Without ceremony, he handed the chalkboard and chalk down to the kid. "You'll be needing these this morning." Exceptions were hard come-by in his classroom. Text Cut: Nicolei Quote: Originally Posted by Symphora Henric was feeling a little out of sorts today. Reoccurring bad dreams had been keeping him awake for most nights, Henric couldn't help but yawn as he entered the classroom. Not only that, he got one bloody disgusting acne on the side of his cheek! ONE! Urgh. After he finished all his classes, he would head straight up to bed to catch up on his sleep. "Good mornin-..."Henric greeted halfway. His eyebrows raised,where Professor's Dakest other half of his body went to? Disillusionment charm? "Good morning professor, pretty neat disappearing act you got there,"Henric smiled. He grabbed the chalkboard and chalk like the rest of the students did and went to find his bestie so he could sit with her. He noticed little Ava on the side and gave her a wave too."Hi Ava, hope you're feeling better...how is your shoulder?"he asked, concerned. He still felt guilty, it was his fault she got that injury in the first place. "Morning llia,"he grinned and sat beside her. He felt a a little better seeing her here. Oh...not to forget the Hufflepuff prefect, Adi, and his Gryffindor bestfriend, Benny."Hey guys, morning to you too." Yup...Henric was just not feeling it today. Turning back to the classroom, Sabel cast his gaze over those gathered. Almost time to start. He picked his way between the students, pausing to spare a smile at Nicolei. "Good morning yourself." His smile turned into a grin at the compliment, and he nodded in recognition. "My thanks. I'm quite fond of it myself." There was something slightly off about the kid, but at the moment, Sabel couldn't quite place it. The Hufflepuff got a momentary, appraising look before he was moving on and back to the front of the room. Text Cut: Wojack-Gusey Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin You could tip Dot over with a sugar quill. This was the weirdest day ever. Not just because the professor was missing his legs and still managed to be ridiculously pleasing on the eyes, but because Sophie was sitting with the Mean Girl like they were friends. What if Sophie was gonna become a mean girl? Maybe it was contagious! Dot inched her way into a seat, giving her ickle Ravenclaw QuietOne a long look before opting to sit a few seats back and over. Give the baby Claw his space, especially since he wasn't aware that he'd been adopted. "Good morning, Professor. You have no legs." Helpful Dot was helpful. Stopping at the front of the room, Sabel turned back to the classroom and caught Wojack-Gusey playing musical seats with herself. A curious endeavor, and one which he hoped didn't last the entire lesson. "Good morning, Ms. Wojack-Gusey." His smile turned into a knowing grin as he glanced at his legs and then back up at the young girl. "Is that so? I had been wondering what was wrong. Thank you." Text Cut: Scabior Quote: Originally Posted by Kaos.Doodles DADA time!! Pewpewpewpewpew!! That was the sound of Kyroh's obvious spells that were going to hit every target when he completely blasted through this lesson. Yeah, he was clearly more than awake, and had been for some time now. Entering the classroom, he immediately glanced up at the chalkboard. He wanted them to sit.....on the floor? Man, where were the yoga mats when you needed them? "Hullo Sir!" Grabbing a chalkboard and a piece of chalk, Kyroh glanced around, looking for the BEST place to sit. Or really just someone to sit beside. Dot really wasn't looking at him, so maybe she didn't want him to sit beside her? It was alright, if she wanted space or whatever, so surprisingly Kyroh wan't that upset. He looked around a little bit more, and his eyes landed RIGHT on a sort of familiar face. Sort of, as in, one of the first people he had met at Hogwarts, but she looked different. Older obviously since the last time he had seen her, because he was older too Wandering over, Kyroh beamed and sat down beside the Gryffindor. "Hi Candice!!!" His voice lowered slightly, "Do you remember me?" If she didn't it was alright. But he still considered her a friend y'know?? How could he NOT? Excitement. Excitement and enthusiasm was good. Especially so early in the morning. It could, of course, be a cause of distraction, but at this point in time Sabel found no fault in it. As long as the students were settled when they started, they could be lively and geared up. "Mr. Scabior. Good to have you with us this morning." And, he looked indeed to be the last of them. It seemed that all who would be joining them here today, were in fact here in one capacity or another and they were due to start. No need to make the students wait any longer on such an early morning lesson. With a flick of his wand, Sabel shut the doors to the training hall and turned his attention on the gathered lot. An amused grin held onto his expression as his gaze roamed over the group. "I have to say, I'm impressed at the stride which most of you took to my current state. Either this is a common sight for some of you, or Hogwarts has done a fine job in desensitizing you to the strange." Good or bad? They could decide. He looked down at himself briefly. "Thank you, to those of you who expressed concern. I am in fact, as most of you seem to have come to the conclusion of already, quite alright." Maybe a bit wonky in the head too, but that was besides the point. "I imagine you all have some sort of idea as to what I have done to myself, and what you will later be doing to yourselves as well." Cue the devious grin that might as well have belonged to any one of the students now present. "But first, before we can go and start loosing ourselves, we must develop a basis of knowledge. That, and I have an announcement." Moving to the center of the classroom, Sabel clasped his hands behind his back. "For those of you that may be interested, Hogwarts will be hosting a dueling club this year. It is open to all students, from all houses and years. The Club will consist of Meetings and a Tournament, of which the winner will be granted a reward, which I will not disclose at this time. The first meeting will be November 13. For those wishing to join the club, you can pick up a permission form after class. Please have it to me before November 13. If you have questions about the club, please retain them until the end of the lesson." Now, to business. Releasing his hands, Sabel took a seat in front of the group in front of the group. He could only imagine what a strange sight he must make. "Now, back to the matter at hand. To start us off, I would like each of you to write on your chalkboards two things. The first, what spell or means might be used to create this state of invisiblity." A gesture to his non-existent bottom half. "The second, what means might be used to detect a state of invisibility. Keep in mind that while there are specific spells to accomplish both of these tasks in a direct manner, there are also indirect ways which can be just as, if not more, useful." His gaze roamed around the room. "Do not be afraid to be creative or out-of-box thinkers. Keep in mind the lesson you are in, and the situations in which you may need to apply these two spells when you are coming up with your answers." Turning slightly, Sabel motioned to where all the pegs were on the wall. "When you are done, hang your chalkboard back on the wall and we will discuss some of the answers." ------------- OOC: First mini-mini assignment! For this your charrie needs to on the boards the two things which have been asked (a way to create invisibility and a way to detect invisibility). Creative answers are encouraged Class will move on in approximately 20-24 hours from this post (sorry, work the whole day, otherwise it would be sooner) If you are just joining, please feel free to jump right in as if your charrie has been here the whole time! Thank you for your brilliant greetings. I really enjoyed reading them all <3 __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. Last edited by Tazenhani; 09-17-2015 at 06:54 AM. Reason: Forgot dueling club announcement >.<