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Silas Rainier Montesh Jr
First Year |  1 of 4 Amigos Don't underestimate me!
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Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry  Kat was having evil thoughts... this was why she felt like sometimes she should have been sorted into Slytherin. She was thinking about making and throwing little balls of clay at the back of Azura's head. Hehe. The struggle was so real right now.. She had even started making the little clay balls. Bad Hufflepuff!KAT.
It was the best thing probably that Miranda had started to talk to her when she did. Because there was a clay ball in her hand and she was aiming. Lowing her hand as she turned to talk to Miranda. "Hey Miranda. Actually maybe I do. Smiling wickedly at Miranda. Maybe just maybe her and Cornelius had found some secret passages.
Hehe.
She was happy that Brady and Miranda was boyfriend and girlfriend. She liked Miranda, and felt that they needed to hang out more. Since she was Brady's best friend. "Oh are you making a dolphin?' See Kat liked this girl already. Miranda had just been ready to answer Kat When Professor Hirsch began to speak.... Ugh!... It would figure.... Just as soon as she was about to enjoy a few minutes of down time.... Well, It's school not social hour.. Even though it sounded like loads more fun at the present.... But nevermind that.... Now to put on her thinking cap.... SPOILER!!: Professor Hirsch Quote:
Originally Posted by hermionesclone Text Cut: You guuuuys <3
It didn't take long for the first student to arrive and, when she did, Hirsch's face lit up. "Hello, Azura. I take it you're doing well?" Just a casual question in the eyes of anyone else but one that, he hoped, she picked up on.
And she was starting on her moulding? Good. That would come in handy.
Enthusiastic students were always the ones he liked teaching the most, particularly the ones who actually wanted to learn. It made his job a lot easier. "Hello, Mr Kovalainen," he said, giving the boy a nod of his head.
Speaking of enthusiastic students who liked the subject he taught, here was another one. "Hello, Miss Delgado," he said, returning the Hufflepuff's smile with one of his own. If the turnout for this lesson continued to be like this, then the lesson would be a breeze to get by.
Being the great Professor that he was, he was going to ignore whatever kind of tension there was between Katerina and Azura. Nope. Nothing was being seen here.
That reaction to the clay may have been small but it really was amusing, wasn't it? The man didn't say anything, but simply watched the young girl taking in the classroom and, in particular, the clay. There was nothing to worry about here, kid.
"Hello, Miss Griffel." Welcome, welcome.
Well, wasn't that sweet?
Hirsch couldn't help but smile at the sight of the young Slytherin who seemed much too excited to be here. And there were some manners, to boot. What a great turnout so far. "Hello, Miss Botros," he said, giving her a bow of his head in return.
Sweet.
An amused smile crossed the Defence Professor's face at the slight hesitation. Hirsch probably wasn't the easiest name to remember, not when the boy had so many professor's names to remember at the same time, but at least the kid hadn't gone ahead and called him by another professor's name. "G'day, Mr Quinn."
.......... Which, in his German accent, didn't sound very good at all.
Stick to the normal greeting, Hirsch. Please.
And what exactly was he making?!
.......... He looked well? Well, he certainly hoped he did.
Pushing his glasses further up his nose, he smiled at the young girl before saying, "Thank you for that observation, Miss Blaze." Was his excitement very clear on his face? If so, he was going to blame it on the topic at hand. It wasn't everyday he had the chance to teach something like this, after all.
...................... SNORT.
'Sup? Frankie sure was comfortable around him, wasn't he? Or he was showcasing his cool Head Boy side. Either way, the greeting amused the man a little more than it should have. "Hello, Frankie. You're sporting that badge of yours well." Surely, he didn't need to mention how proud he was?
Ah, if only Blaise had voiced his thoughts. Maybe, just maybe, that would've sparked an impressed response from the man who might've just let him sit out. He did remember their talk, after all, and knew about this boy's strengths and weaknesses.
As it was, the man simply took note of the lack of activity from this Gryffindor with the clay. Was this a sign of constant vigilance? If so, he was very much impressed with this. It meant that the students had learnt something from that combat lesson all those years ago.
Constant vigilance was important.
Hirsch wouldn't have noticed the next student to enter if it hadn't been for the heavy slumping into a seat that he managed to catch out of the corner of his eyes. Turning his head, he was not surprised to find a silent Daxton Prince sitting there with his usual expression that stated that his feelings for him hadn't changed. Well, okay then.
The Defence Professor didn't say anything to him but gave him a nod of his head, moreso out of acknowledgement than anything else. Thank you for attending, Daxton.
.................. What in the name of.
Hirsch STARED at the young Katherine Toussaint, who seemed much too happy to see Angelo - her brother, possibly? - if the way she was hugging him was anything to go by. The man was just glad that she wasn't hugging him like that. He still wanted his ribs, thank you.
"Hello, Miss Toussaint," he said, giving her a smile.
.............. Ah. He should've expected this response.
He watched the Slytherin as she hurried towards the back of the class. Maybe he should've given her some kind of warning that this was going to happen, that there was going to be a strange new man in the classroom when she came.
As it was, there was hardly anything he could do about it now so, trying to catch her eye, he gave her a reassuring smile and a nod of his head. Nothing to worry about here.
Another polite kid. It was nice to know that the castle had some of those around as well. "Hello, Miss McNallyl," he said, giving her a nod of his head and a smile. Hopefully she was fitting in well with the castle.
Even more politeness? It was going to start getting into the weird territory if all the students who turned up started to be formal and polite. Not that he had any complaints, mind you, but the castle was known for havoc and hormones. "Hello, Miss Darcy," he said, giving her a smile. She knew a lot about his subject so, maybe unknowingly, he had quite a few expectations from her.
No pressure, Darcy.
Was it surprising that Tenacius had noticed the clay and had made a beeline for it?
Nope. Not in the slightest.
In fact, the sight itself was one that amused the man very much, who watched the sight with interest. Heh. At least the boy had found some time to give him a wave. He smiled back at the Gryffindor and said, "Hello, Tenacius. Nice to see that the curls are back."
The next student to enter was a silent one but hadn't gone unnoticed. Especially not with the way she was breathless, as if she had ran the length of the castle to get here. Heh, she'll get used to it, before long. As it were, she had some time to get her breath back. Hirsch smiled at her but said nothing.
............ Prince Erik. The nickname had stuck, had it?
It was still a name that startled the man - surely, he didn't look like a prince? - but, given time, it was one he was now quite a bit used to. Only a bit, mind you.
"Hello, Miss Phillips," he said, giving the all-too-enthusiastic Gryffindor a smile. Hopefully she didn't expect to be called Princess in return.
Hirsch was very much glad that Brooklyn still found time for his lessons and still wanted to attend. It did mean a great deal to the man.
And no, there was nothing arty about the clay.
"Hello, Miss Andrews," he said, returning the nod with one of his own. He was intrigued to see what it was she would create with the clay.
It was part of his job to know exactly what his student's strengths and weaknesses were in terms of his subject and he knew about this particular Hufflepuff's ones. So, the man was all too glad to see her attending this lesson, which could very well prove to be one that could test her ability to want to attack.
"Hello, Miss Skeeter," he said, offering her a smile as he watched her mould the clay into....... some kind of flattened shape. She wasn't planning on making pancakes, was she?
............... Hey guys?!
Hirsch exchanged a look with Angelo before looking back at the young Gryffindor. What? Was she taking a leaf out of Frankie's book in the 'being comfortable with your Professors' department? Because if so, she was doing a good job of it so far.
Resisting the urge to throw Frankie's response back at her, the Ravenclaw Head of House settled, instead, for a simple, "Hello, Miss Tate."
Teenagers.
The Defence Professor was very much glad that the young Prefect had decided to attend his lesson, especially given what the boy's thoughts about duelling had been last year. He was also very much glad to see the boy's name signed on a permission form to re-join the club. Thank you for that, Bronwyn.
He shot the Ravenclaw a smile but said nothing else.
Another student who had run to get here? That showed a lot of dedication, it did. And, considering what he knew about this student in particular, it wasn't at all that surprising.
"Hello, Mr Winslow," he said, giving the boy a smile and watching as he......... took out his Occlumency book? Should he be as amused as he currently was? Because, again, this was a display of constant vigilance - he hoped - and a dedication to a field that hte boy liked a lot, from what he knew.
That was quite the response, wasn't it?
Not the one to him, that was pretty normal, but the greeting to Angelo had earned the Slytherin a slightly raised-eyebrows look. Maybe it would be better if he remained oblivious? Maybe.
"Hello, Miss Traulton," he said, giving her a nod and a smile. If she was here, that meant that Zeke wasn't too far behind, wasn't it?
The next student to enter wasn't Zeke but it was also someone who was very much linked to the young Gryffindor as well. "Hello, Miss Lynch." Again, he was proud of the Head Girl title she was sporting but wasn't going to say anything about it. Nope. Just like he wasn't going to say anything about the hair brushing she was doing to a certain Gryffindor.
Oblivious, remember?
The man had been hoping that any kind of judging would be gone by now but alas. This was something he was all too used to. Tattoos didn't scream 'professional', after all, and there were always going to be those who didn't approve of him. He was used to it by now so he hardly noticed any kind of judging coming from this young Gryffindor. "Hello, Miss Umbridge."
And guest? Interesting response.
The next student had an expression on her face that, once again, amused the man. It was these expressions and reactions to his lesson topics that he looked out for the most. If she was reacting like this now, how would she react when the actual topic of the lesson was introduced, hm?
"Hello, Miss Tyler." She got a smile from the man before his attention was drawn towards.......
............... Oh Jace.
Hirsch couldn't help but let an amused smile cross his face at the sight of the young Ravenclaw. If he wasn't mistaken, it seemed as though the boy had flat out ran there and had disregarded his appearance because of it. "Had a nice run, Jace?"
He was just teasing. That was all.
Professors could be fun too.
"Welcome. Make sure you don't drop anything." Form his bag, you know. Anyone could take anything from in there. Constant vigilance, remember?
And here was the second one of his Prefects.
Hirsch smiled at the young girl as she entered, noting how pleased she looked. Good. That was exactly what he liked to see. "Hello, Miss Valentine," he said, giving her a nod of his head as he watched her making......
............ what was she making out of the clay?!
If he was completely honest with himself, the man was a little surprised that it had taken this particular Ravenclaw so long to get here. Was it no longer cool to get to lessons very early? Because she had always been one of the first few to get to his classes.
But it didn't matter because she was here, at least. Here with all the reference to a certain event that had happened last year. One that, actually, made him smile everytime. "Hello, Haddie. Glad to see that you're not sporting your Halloween costume today." Though, if she did turn up looking like him, he would've just laughed at the sight.
Time was ticking and, with a glance of his watch, he noted that it was starting to tickle further and further into his lesson. Huh. He glanced over at the door before taking out his wand and giving it a flick. The door shut, resonating a small SNAP through the classroom. If that wasn't a cue for the chatter to die down, he didn't know what was.
"Welcome to another Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson! Today, as you may have noticed, I'm joined by someone else. This," he said, gesturing towards Angelo, "is Angelo Toussaint. He's a member of the YATI program in the Ministry and is going to give his own insight on the topic we're going to discuss today." Because an Auror's - or YATI's - insight was what was needed.
"You may have also noticed the lump of clay on each of your desks. Try and mould it into whatever object you want it to be. You can do this while we discuss a few topics today and by the time we move onto the bulk of the lesson, you should have your object ready." He paused to look over at those who hadn't even touched their lump of clay yet. Go on, it wasn't cursed.
"Now!" Hirsch said, giving his hands a single clap as he started to walk slowly around the classroom. "This is, obviously, a subject where you learn to defend yourselves against the Dark Arts but........." Dramatic pause, anyone? "What exactly are the Dark Arts? And who decides that they're dark or, in some cases, illegal?" Let's get those brains working, okay? OOC: EEEEEE HAI you guys  This is pretty self-explanatory but just answer the question above as creatively as possible (no copying!) and have your charrie mould whatever they want from their lump of clay. We don't mind what it is but PLEASE keep it SS!appropriate, okay? I don't want to have to tell anyone off.
Tegan (Tegz) is going to be picking up the next part of the class.
Class has already begun but you're mooooore than welcome to jump in if you haven't done so already. Just pretend as if you/your charrie have been here the whole time, okay? ^^ Still kneading her clay as she listened to the opening statements and the introduction of the stranger in the front and of course the dreaded question..... Miranda was really more paying attention to the wad of clay she was contiuingly squooshing and squeezing... Poking and prodding.... Heck she even tried to see if it'd stretch... Which it didn't.. And that bummed her out a bit...
After spacing out for a bit she started listening to the answers that were being given by some of the other students.... this wasn't her best subject and she'd rather learn than look like a moron..
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