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SPOILER!!: lazykitty Quote:
Originally Posted by lazykitty  A shoe!? This development had Archer letting out one of her chuckles as she entered the Ancient Runes class and saw the boot sitting there. This had to be the weirdest way to get your temperament read. She joined the line and, once it was her turn, took her ankle boot off and slipped on the ancient-seeming cowboy boot. And actually, she had to hop around a bit to get the boot all the way on. Luckily, she didn't have to have the thing on long for it to call out "The Debater, ENTP-A!"
Sounded right. She took the boot back off and handed it off to the next unlucky soul before putting her own shoe back on and taking her seat with an "Odd choice for an activity, Professor." No offense meant.
After writing the result on her parchment, she sat back to watch everyone else. And the first student to step up was a prefect, a plucky seeming one, which didn't bother Carmine in the slightest. Odd, was it? Good. She wanted her students to be kept guessing and certainly didn't want anyone who walked into her classroom to walk out again thinking the subject was a bore.
"I should hope so." She said with a twinkle in her eyes.
SPOILER!!: DuckyLinJi Quote:
Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi Dorian wasn't exactly thrilled that Ancient Runes, his second worst subject, happened to be his first class of the year caus he still felt a bit dissapointed about his O.W.L Result (A) but...what could he do about it. Actually, he supposed he should be glad that he passed the test with a positive letter at all.
He made sure that his Ravenclaw tie was properly straight and his sleeves were folded down to make sure he gave a good first impression. Dorian entered the classroom and looked for the professor first and spotted her at the blackboard. He greeted her back before he looked around for any sign on what they would be doing today. It did not take long for him to notice Calrissian trying on the boot and then he saw the sole crack open just like the sorting hat would do and it spoke. Huh...interesting.
Getting the idea of what he was about to do, the sixth year patiently waited until it was his turn and pulled off his own shoe to try the boot on when the time came. He felt a bit silly, standing there with two different kind of shoes on, not to mention that he had to hop on place which he wondered if they REALLY had to do that or if it was just for amusement but he still did it. He hopped and hopped until the sole cracked open and a voice told him..."Advocate - INFJ-T" ....alright...he was intrigued to find out what that meant. He took off the boot and put on his own shoe before finding a seat near the front of the class and placed his supplies on the desk and wrote down his result on the piece of parchment before leaning back in his seat to watch the others get sorted. "Welcome to Runes." Professor Beryl said, once the boy had sat down, following the instructions. SPOILER!!: Jessiqua Quote:
Originally Posted by Jessiqua Always fascinated by learning the Ancient Runes, Hanna was certainly not disappointed to head there first thing in he morning. Her brain felt sharp, her stomach was full, and her uniform, brand new, was crisp. And there was one of the many new Professors. Returning her smile, Hanna said "Good morning Professor Beryl."
And... then she saw the ancient, worn-looking cowboy boot. That they were instructed to put on. Hanna's face nearly betrayed what she was thinking. Not so much a germaphobe, Hanna didn't often put on shoes of unknown origin. Never, actually. But she also wasn't going to say no to the activity, so she removed one of her shoes and replaced it with the shoe on display. After hopping around and feeling the shoe shrink to fit her foot, the sole opened up into a mouth shape and said "Defender; ISFJ-A." Having absolutely no idea what that even meant, Hanna removed the boot, placed it back onto the stool, and headed to a free chair, offering a wave to her peers as she did so, getting her rune set, a roll of parchment, her rune journal, and quill with her new pot of black ink. It was lovely to see students following the instructions without complaint. Not that Carmine expected otherwise but all the same, it sent a lovely precedent that she hoped would continue. She smiled a warm welcome. SPOILER!!: Ginevra Quote:
Originally Posted by Ginevra Daisy struggled in Ancient Runes so as she entered the classroom, she silently begged to improve during lessons. "Good morning, Professor Beryl," she greeted with a bright smile.
She read the blackboard's instructions with one of her eyebrows raised in interest. Once it was her turn, Daisy carefully took off one of her shoes and replaced it with the sorting boot. She began to hop a few times and then a voice appeared. "Defender: ISFJ-T!"
"I wonder what that means," she thought to herself as she removed the boot from her foot, placed it back on the stool and put her own shoe back on. Daisy then sat down at an empty seat near Archer and retrieved her rune journal, set of runes, quill, ink and parchment. She grabbed her parchment, quill and ink and wrote: It looked like this young woman was already wondering about what it all meant, at least the thoughtful expression made Carmine think so. Good! And she was prepared with the equipment she needed too. Excellent. She smiled a warm welcome. SPOILER!!: Samia Quote:
Originally Posted by Samia Missa was absolutely delighted their first class this term was Ancient Runes. Over the summer, for Spark reasons, she had gotten into a lot of reading of it - and suffice to say, she was definitely into it.
Dressed proper, and hair tied up in a pretty bow, the fourteen year old made her way into the class, greeting the professor with a wide smile, "good morning, professor. lovely day, yeah?"
Upon reading the instructions, her excitement for things only escalated, and she took no time in putting on the shoe, though for a moment she did wonder and ended up wrinkling her nose at the thought of ... all the dirty feet that had already been there.
And no sooner had she put it on, the boot announced: Protagonist - ENFJ-T.
Curious, so curious, the brunette found herself a seat - and wrote it down as instructed.
"Good morning to you! I quite agree. A lovely day." Professor Beryl answered, smiling kindly. Hopefully the day would only be improved for the young lady! SPOILER!!: sweetpinkpixie Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Not a bad way to start off the term, if the fourth year did say so himself. Ancient Runes had been a little inconsistent since he began Hogwarts, almost feeling like a cursed course considering the turnover of the position. So he was curious to see how this new professor this...Professor Beryl approached the subject. It was one of his favorites next to Potions and Transfiguration, so hopefully it would not disappoint.
And stepping into the Ancient Runes classroom greeting the professor silently with a polite nod, brought him nothing but skepticism.
A boot. To sort their MBTI type? What did that even mean? Still Eiji was perfectly capable of follow instructions when given and so he waited in line behind his peers until it was his turn to slip the boot on. Did he really have to hop though? He didn't even do that when he was testing out new shoes for purchase. ".....does it matter which foot?" he asked with a raised brow while watching those before him for any sort of hint. Though there seemed no real rhyme or reason to which, likely the dominant foot if he had to guess. But before he could receive a response, it was his turn and he decided to just not think too hard about this and slipped off his left shoe and then fitted it into the boot. No hopping here, though he did flex his foot and push up on to his tip toes and roll back on to his heel instead. It was while he had rolled back on to the heel that the boot had initially attempted to announce this type rubbish, but it was muffled and spoken into the ground and therefore came out like utter nonsense.
Likely what he was going to find this whole M...MBTI type busisness to be.
So, flattening his foot, he allowed the boot a second attempt to speak.
"ISTJ-A...SENTINEL...LOGISTICIAN!"
"....right."
He knew what sentinel meant and he could figure out what logistician meant, but so what?
Glancing over at Professor Beryl again inquisitively before sitting himself beside Missa and wrote down what the boot had said on his parchment and then.......waited. "Protagonist," he smirked at her in amusement. "Interesting." What did this have to do with the Elder Futhark, exactly? "Welcome!" Professor Beryl said, watching the young boy take his turn and then take a seat. And good, he was showing interest and curiosity in one of his classmate's results! That boded well for the lesson ahead. SPOILER!!: Felixir Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir Okay...
A boot. Not what Kaiser had been expecting, but then again, it wasn't really wise to go into any Hogwarts classroom expecting anything. Expect the unexpected and all that.
With regards to the professor, Kaiser offered his greeting - "Morning..." Uh, again - and then listened to her instructions regarding the boot. So, like the sorting hat, but it went on the foot. Easy enough concept, even for him. When it was his turn, Kaiser stepped up, removed his shoe, and tried on the funny looking boot, leaving his foot hovering up in the air, as he'd already seen exactly what part it spoke from.
"ISFP-T... The Adventurer..."
Adventurer? Well, that... okay, that sounded about right to him. Kaiser slipped the boot back off and replaced it with his own shoe, then headed to his desk and started getting out what he needed. He had a rune set, he had a rune journal... ah... he did not have parchment, or a quill, or ink...
Problematic.
Kaiser had forgotten about that. He looked around, seeking out a friend or a least an acquaintance who might be willing to donate to his cause. Oh yes, morning again. Professor Beryl smiled kindly in welcome and kept an unobtrusive eye on the young man. What was he doing, hmm? SPOILER!!: RandomRaven Quote:
Originally Posted by RandomRaven Aurora wasn't sure if she had to take ancient runes this term because her OWL result for this lesson was... Acceptable. Runes wasn't really her strongest subject but it was just interesting, and Aurora was eager to learn more and not to mention she had a thing for a strong woman like this professor ahem. so... Here she was. Her first class at Hogwarts, whew. Putting on her uniform (and this time she already had her Hufflepuff tie on so it would look less plain boring), the girl stepped in to the classroom and found the professor was there standing near the board. "Good day, Professor." Her peach-tinted lips curved into a smile as she greeted the woman.
A temperament sorting boot, huh?
The Hufflepuff looked curiously before taking of one of her flat shoe. First there was a sorting hat that was used for sorting her into the house and now... this. Interesting, the thought. She put her right foot into the boot and it didn't take a long time before it spoke. "ENTERTAINER, ESFP-T!"
..... huh.
So she's an Entertainer. Did this mean she should pursue a career in entertainment industry after Hogwarts? Let's just not thinking about that first. "You don't mind if I sit here, do you?" Aurora decided to join Archer after dealing with the sorting boot. Just like what the instruction had said, she wrote her type at the top of parchment.
"Good day!" Carmine smiled right back and watched the girl get her 'sorting'. An ESFP! How nice! SPOILER!!: GD2204 Quote:
Originally Posted by GD2204 Walking into his first lesson of the year, Ewan couldn’t help but have a positive outlook on what the year had in store for him, despite a few uh...personal issues of the heart that were still left untouched “Good morning Professor Beryl”
With a big grin on his face as he entered, he couldn't help but notice the stool that had been placed at the front of the class with the most peculiar item astride it. An old cowboy boot. Not being able to help himself he turned to the professor “Uh Professor, please tell me you’re a secret cowboy? I mean, what happened to the other boot? Did you lose it in some type of stand-off?”. Small waves of laughter emulated from him as he waited patiently to try on the boot, excitement building as he watched some of the previous students hopping up and down in a cowboy boot, looking slightly ridiculous yet somewhat amusing.
Finally, after a few minutes, it was his turn to try on the tattered, well-worn boot. Slipping his shoe off quickly, he picked up the boot, give the spur a little spin and then carefully slid it onto his foot before finally looking down at it wide eyed with amusement. "Hey guys, watcha think? Is this a good look for me?” sticking his leg out with the boot on as it to model it. Without further ado, he hopped on the boot for a few seconds before it finally shouted out
“ISFP- Adventurer”.
“Uh...Professor, are we supposed to know what that means?” unsure exactly what ISFP exactly meant, he took the boot off and handed it to the next person. Adventurer? Well that sounded cool and all but the rest of it? That he would have to research at the library later if he didn’t find out this lesson. Taking a seat a little off to the left, he pulled out his items and made a note of exactly what the old boot had said at the top of his parchment. Eyes twinkling at the questions spilling from the boy, Carmine gave him a wink. "Yippee ki yay." She said. And when he sat down and asked another question she chuckled. "You'll find out." In detail appropriate for the lesson of course. Beyond that she'd absolutely encourage him to do further research. SPOILER!!: siriusblackliveson Quote:
Originally Posted by siriusblackliveson Patrick walked into the classroom noticing sooo many students in there before him. Well hopefully he wasn’t actually late. He hoped that the open door meant he wasn’t. He didn’t mind so much when he was Captain to walk in right as the door was closing but now he felt like at least on the first day he should at least try to be on time. Noticing the boot up at the front of the room he got a confused look on his face.
Why on earth would they—OHHH. It somehow told them what MBTI they were... well what ever that was. He figured the worst thing that would happen was it tried to tell him he was something he was not. That would be the icing on the cake for him.
FINALLY stepping up to the boot he placed it on his foot. Set it to the ground. No sooner had he rolled his weight to the ball of his foot did the boot holler out,
“Campaigner, ENFP-A!”
Patrick shrugged his shoulder and turned to go grab a seat. He headed back to grab a seat. When he walked by Aurora he gave her a small waive. He remembered meeting her in Diagon Alley. He ended up behind her but near Kiaser. He noticed he looked frazzled, ”You okay man?” Another young man following the instructions. Carmine approved, and also kept an eye out, noticing the interaction with his housemate. SPOILER!!: natekka Quote:
Originally Posted by natekka If Tessa had learned anything during her six years at Hogwarts, it was to go into everything every lesson with an open mind. It was often impossible to guess what any given lesson would involve and this lesson seemed, at first glance, to be no different. At the front of the classroom was a stool and on that stool was a tatty old boot. It made no sense at all.....until she read the instructions on the blackboard. Ah, so this boot was a weird sorting device. Was it as.....sentient as the sorting hat, though?
The blonde approached the front of the classroom. "Good morning, Professor," she greeted the new professor as she wiggled her right shoe off. "What's your" - Tessa squinted at the blackboard - "MBTI type, Professor?" Surely that was a reasonable thing to ask, considering all the students were revealing theirs. She slipped on the old boot without too much thought. Was the hopping necessary? Not that she minded doing it.....it just seemed like a strange requirement is all.
..........Hop. Hop. Hop.
After a few moment, a voice sounded from the cracked sole of the boot.
"ESFP-A.....ENTERTAINER!" Entertainer..... Now that sounded PERFECT to her. What else could she hope to be? She had heard some other students get thing like Logistician, Protagonist, and Campaigner shouted at them. She didn't know what exactly they implied, but they sounded boring in comparison to Entertainer.
Tessa took a random seat towards the front of the classroom and, after retrieving parchment, ink, and a quill from her bag, wrote her type in LARGE writing at the top of the parchment. "Why I'm ENFJ myself." Professor Beryl answered, smiling at the question. She watched the girl do what was instructed on the blackboard and gave her an appreciative smile. Nice to see. Some very well-behaved students so far! SPOILER!!: oh its Erik ok Quote:
Originally Posted by oh its Erik ok Weird Flex, but ok
Eloise was tired like she normally is on the first day of classes no matter what year. But she had enough sense to realize there was writing on the board and yeah seriously a boot. She would take the creepy hat over a boot every time.
"No offense, Professor but this is weird even to Hogwarts standards"
At least it didn't smell was her thought as she took off a shoe and well tried on the boot. Guess it was supposed to shout out what she was judging from what it was doing for everyone else.
"Entrepreneur, ESTP-A"
Eloise couldnt say that was wrong or anything since she had no idea what was even happening right now.
Entrepreneur sounded fun tho. As quick as possible she took off the boot and back into her own shoe and made her way to to a seat and wrote down what she asked. Also what did this have to do with Runes.
Sounded like more an Arithmancy thing????? "Good. I aim to keep you all on your toes." Professor Beryl answered. No, she wasn't offended. Weird was good, and she certainly seemed to have their attention. Welcome to Ancient Runes, Carmine Beryl style. SPOILER!!: Jean Granger Quote:
Originally Posted by Jean Granger Jade had decided to take up Ancient Runes this term, now that she was a SECOND YEAR and a whole lot older and wiser. Her dad was really pleased with her decision, since he was a curse breaker at Gringotts and loved everything to do with runes. And so the twelve-year-old skipped into the Ancient Runes classroom for her very first lesson...
... and saw her classmates taking turns trying on an old boot. Okay.
It didn't take her long to figure out what this was about. So this shoe was charmed like the Sorting Hat? and it told you what your temperament was?? That was some amazing magic. Even though the thought of putting on a shoe that a dozen other people had already worn was disgusting, she was still willing to try it and see what her result would be. When it was her turn, she stepped up, took off her own shoe and put on the old sorting boot, which shrunk a little bit to fit her small foot. Imitating the students before her, she hopped around a few times (she was in a good mood, after all) and heard the boot say, "The Commander, ENTJ-A!"
The Commander, she liked it. "Good morning, Professor Beryl!" Jade said to the new teacher as she put on her own shoe and went to take a seat. She then took out her equipment, arranged it neatly on her desk and wrote her MBTI result on top of her parchment in large letters so that everyone in the class could see that she was a Commander. "Good morning!" Professor Beryl responded warmly after watching the young girl take her turn. SPOILER!!: Bazinga Quote:
Originally Posted by Bazinga Ancient Runes gave her anxiety and she didn't even know why she was going to try to it. She figured she would be rubbish at it, but if she didn't try how would she know and how could she say it was rubbish is she never set foot in it. So here she was and foot was exactly what she was staring at once she went through the door.
Watching the others and waving at a few friends, she waited her turn to put on the boot. It was snug but fit well once it formed to her small child size foot. Taking a look at everyone watching her Chloe blushed a bit, because she did want to be noticed by some of her peers more, but not like this. This was going to be something she probably tripped over her own two feet and fell in front of those peers.
Taking a leap, she tried to think of the dance experience she had being that her mom owned a studio. She could do this without falling, she could do this without falling, she could...
Nope
her next leap she tripped up and fell but caught herself. Getting back up she chuckled embarrassed but jumped again before it looked super bad. Thankful that she heard a voice "Campaigner ENFP-T".
Bending down she took the boot off and gave it to the next person waiting. "That was... interesting. Good morning professor, I'm Chloe McCarthy." It was always good to introduce herself, right?
Moving to find a seat she wrote the words big on her paper.
Campaigner
ENFP-T "Lovely to meet you, Miss McCarthy. Welcome to Ancient Runes." Carmine welcomed the young girl. SPOILER!!: Felixir. Again. Smh Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir Kaiser was still trying to catch the eye of anyone who might be able to help him out, when Patrick turned up and spoke to him. He turned to face the other boy a little better, and tapped his fingers on the desk.
"I..." he began quietly, glancing at the professor-healer briefly before going on. "I do not have parchment." He paused. "Or a quill." He paused again. "Or ink." Another pause, and no explanation as to why he had nothing at the very start of the school year. "Do you have anything spare?" They really needed to get this young man sorted out, didn't they? Though she had very particular rules about coming to class prepared, given the circumstances, Carmine said nothing. SPOILER!!: Kolyander Quote:
Originally Posted by Kolyander Right. Way to kick-start the beginning of a new term, Hogwarts. While just a few months ago she wouldn't have been thrilled about attending a Runes lesson her very first morning back, Rylee was here in high spirits. Runes had been one of the subjects she spent a good deal of time focusing on over the summer. All she had to do was see how well that studying had done for her.
"Good morning, Professor Beryl," Rylee greeted warmly as she entered the classroom able to get to far without noticing there was a line near the front of the room. That was than she noticed the writing on the board instructing them all to put on a 'boot' to learn what their MBTI type is. Different but nothing to out of the ordinary for this place.
Waiting in line wasn't to bad. When she reached the front of it was her turn, Rylee slipped off her own shoe and picked up the very old half falling apart cowboy boot that had surely seen better days. Sliding her foot into the boot and waiting for it to magically adjust to her size only took a moment.
Hop. Hop. Hoppity-hop. Hop.
Uhhhh... how long was she supposed to hop about?
It was right as she was about to hop another time that the sad looking boot called out loudly,
"CONSUL, ESFJ-T!"
Welp, that just answered her question. Consul huh? That sounded somewhat interesting to her. Taking the boot off and putting her own shoe back on, Rylee made her way to seat. Quickly taking her quill, journal, parchment and rune set from her bag and setting them all on her desk. Her bag was than set on the floor beneath her set, ankles crossed and legs swinging gently back and forth. "Good morning and welcome to Ancient Runes!" Carmine answered, just as warmly. Hopefully this young lady would enjoy herself today. SPOILER!!: siriusblackliveson Quote:
Originally Posted by siriusblackliveson Patrick leaned closer. Kaiser often was hard to hear when he spoke but he liked the guy none the less. Rummaging in his bag he pulled out the spare items from his bag. “Here man.” he made as little of a deal about it as possible. He knew what it was like to be out on the spot for something like that. And he for sure knew that it was no fun to start the term in the negatives... fourth year flashbacks ew.
Leaning back he grabbed his own and quickly jotted down his MBTI personality in big bold letters and hoped the professor had not noticed. He didn’t need any attention drawn to him helping a housemate out. Oh she had noticed alright, but Carmine was pleased more than anything. True, this young man was a prefect, she could see his shiny badge, but the sharing was nice to see. She made a mental note of it. SPOILER!!: Shanners Quote:
Originally Posted by Shanners The best part about being back here was that Odaline was able to throw herself back into learning without worrying about what was happening in her life away from here. Or if there was a life away from here. Luckily, she knew she was able to stay for the winter holidays which gave her parents until next summer to come home. Now was not the time to think about that or anything. Now was learning time.
She clutched her satchel of the school supplies she had been given close, not wanting to think about the trouble she would get in if they were to be lost or stolen and entered the classroom. Oda looked straight at the new Professor, choosing not to say anything in greeting and fly under whatever radar she possibly could.
However, this stupid boot thing drew all the attention to her when she put it on and Odaline began to feel extremely at risk with people knowing things about her. She didn't have people. She didn't have friends. This was extremely exposing, but she took her shoe off and put on the boot herself. Quick enough for the answer and quick enough to hurry to get seated so someone else could have eyes on them. Her eyes specifically, because Oda wanted to know what made these people tick. How she could get under their skin if they annoyed her. Which they did. Always. By smelling like teenagers and acting like teenagers and not taking their education seriously.
She had wrote out at the top of her parchment, though. Whatever it meant.
'O. Buchanan
INTJ-T
Architect'
And watched. She was a quick one, this young lady. Getting through the boot sorting as fast as possible. Carmine smiled kindly at her in response to the stare. She was welcome here, it was a safe space. SPOILER!!: gritandgrace Quote:
Originally Posted by gritandgrace Eniola stumbles through the door of the Ancient Runes classroom, trying to keep hold of her supplies. She was excited to be back, but she was also worried about having a new professor. Putting her things down on to a desk near the front she looked at the blackboard and read. MBTI? What is that? Oh well, no harm, no foul. She shrugged her shoulders and stepped forward. Taking her shoe off she was kind of worried about putting her foot in some old boot. Who thinks of this? She though as she took her shoe off and placed the boot on.
It felt strange, as it started to fit to her foot. It was moving or vibrating as it determined what her type was.
"ENFP-T the Campaigner! Oh, how fun this class will be." Eniola wondered what that was supposed to mean as she slipped her shoe back on and made her was to her seat. "I do hope it will be! Welcome to Ancient Runes." Carmine said, hearing the Hufflepuff girl's comment. Fun was good! SPOILER!!: Nordic Witch Quote:
Originally Posted by Nordic Witch Ellie had to appease her stepmother’s wishes decided to take up Ancient Runes this term. It couldn’t hurt the newly transferred third year reasoned as she entered the classroom in her new and very crisp uniform and with comfy sneakers on her feet. Her long brown hair was tied back in pig tails too as Ellie didn’t want that to distract her in her very first class.
Turning her gaze to the professor Eleanor smiled kindly over at her. "Good morning, Professor Beryl!" It was then that she took note of the very ragged and worse for wear looking boot and the message nearby. They had to be sorted by a boot, resisting the acute urge to roll her eyes and curse widely Ellie just opened and closed her fists for a moment as thoughts ran around in her head. Hadn't being sorted by the sorting hat just the night before been enough? That sorting had left her in a state of shock and with many uneasy feelings and unanswered questions. What would this boot do to her?
Joining the line to get it over with Ellie didn’t have to wait long until it was her turn. Toeing off her sneaker she slipped her foot into the boot and felt how it by magic shrunk to fit perfectly with her foot. Hopping around on the spot several times, Ellie soon heard the boot say out loud "The Campaigner - ESFP-T!"
Relieved that it was over Ellie toed off the sorting boot and slipped on her own shoe again before she looked around for somewhere to sit. Choosing an empty desk Ellie sat down and wrote in big letters on a piece of parchment for her peers and professor to see. Then she finished putting up her other needed supplies on her desk.
Sneakers? Carmine eyed the girl's feet disapprovingly. "Young lady, that footwear is not correct uniform. Where are your school shoes?" Black? Leather or similar? Like everyone else? Hmmm? This wasn't a mufti class. "If you go and change them quickly and are back before we begin, I won't take points, otherwise I'm afraid I will have to." SPOILER!!: Stormdancer Quote:
Originally Posted by Stormdancer If she was excited for getting to start learning about creatures this year, that was nothing about the thrill she got at the idea of getting to learn about runes. Runes! How cool was that??? With a smile on her face, the Slytherin walked into the Ancient Runes classroom for the first time, all the while attempting to not look like a fascinated, excited nerd about it… but she couldn’t help it. She was excited!
Waving, she smiled. ”Good morning, Professor.” She looked curiously as she noted the line her classmates had made as they… tried on … a boot?? Blinking, she made her way to wait for her turn, all the while reading what was on the blackboard. Okay. Sure.
As she waited for her turn, she loosened the lace on one of her new shoes so that she could put on the boot when it was her turn. She eyed everyone that was before her, hoping that their feet didn’t smell. Merlin, she hoped they didn’t have anything wrong with them either.
When it was finally her turn, she slipped the boot on and did what Professor Beryl had suggested and hopped around on the spot a few times before the broken sole (did it have a soul? Was that how it could talk?) said to the classroom; ”Logistician - ISTJ-T type”.
Well, okay.
Slipping her foot from the boot, she pushed her foot into her own heeled brogue before taking the seat that the Professor pointed out for her. Once she had her runes, books and supplies on her desk she neatly wrote ‘Logistician - ISTJ - T type’ on the top of her parchment.
And then she waited. "Good morning!" Some lovely polite students here. And excited too! That was what she liked to see. SPOILER!!: emjay Quote:
Originally Posted by emjay "Good morning, Professor," Gunnar greeted the woman politely as he entered the Ancient Runes classroom. And no, he did not yet remember her name being the first class of the first day. Three different teachers for the same subject in three years made it difficult to keep track, and he half wondered if he should even commit this one to memory.
But his attention was soon drawn to the cowboy boot and the person in front of him trying it on before it shouted out a serious of letters. What was this? As he was instructed to take his turn, the fifteen year old stepped up to the stool, took off his own shoe, and stepped into the boot. Hopefully the professor knew the value of sanitation charms because he knew how sweaty his own feet could get after a good run. And, although he was freshly showered, he didn't have faith in everyone else in this room. Everyone else who had their own feet in this boot.
"ISTJ!" the boot shouted out suddenly from a mouth shaped hole in it's sole. What did that mean? It didn't spell any word that he could pronounce at least.
Gunnar removed the boot from his foot and replaced it with his own shoe once he put it back on the stool. And, even though it was new term, he took a seat at the desk where he usually last year, soon pulling out all of his runic supplies. A quick glance at the board reminded him to write out those letters on his parchment - ISTJ. Also, what did MBTI mean? "Good Morning!" Carmine responded in kind, noticing the boy seemed to head right to a particular desk. Well everyone had their favourites! SPOILER!!: Kimothy Quote:
Originally Posted by Kimothy Drewett was actually excited that runes would be his first lesson for the term. It was his second favourite, behind Charms mostly because he loved Charms first, but he could easily say that both subjects were equal on his list now. "Good morning, professor," he greeted the woman with a small smile. Except, when his eyes fell on the old cowboy boot on the stool, he briefly stared at it in confusion. Were they...going to cast stones into the boot? That seemed unlikely, but it was new content either. It wasn't until he read the instructions on the board that he realized what he needed to do. That must explain why everyone was putting it on. Apparently, the boot was supposed to tell what their MBTI type was.
...For some reason, MBTI sounded familiar. The Ravenclaw wondered if he's read that somewhere.
However, as all Drewett Slinkhards were, the fifth year removed his shoe and put on the boot when it was his turn. It was strange at first, feeling the boot enclose around his foot to fit his size. He flexed his toes a little as he stood up and briefly walked around, before he hopped in place. This was embarrassing. Drewett didn't want to do this for too long. Maybe he'd just—"INFJ-T, the advocate!"
He knew exactly what that was now. It made sense that it was familiar. In fact, Drewett had read about personality types before, just recently during the summer on his free time. Yeah, he read almost about everything so that came to no surprise, but personalities and identities were topics that the Ravenclaw had found rather intriguing. The objectivities in the subjective were topics that interested him. "M-Myer Briggs, professor?" He asked as he removed the boot from his foot, replacing it on the stool and wearing his own shoe again. He had thought about what his MBTI type would be before, but it was nice to finally know what it was. Perhaps the sorting boot, whatever its name was, was a reliable source.
After writing down his MBTI type on the parchment as instructed, Drewett went to take a seat beside Lenora. "Hey," he said with a smile as he took out the necessary things from his bag. "Good morning! That's right," Or close enough. "Myers-Briggs!" She smiled as the boy went ahead and followed instructions. Another good one! SPOILER!!: Charely Potter Quote:
Originally Posted by Charely Potter
Starting his third year at Hogwarts was an interesting feeling for Taddy. He would taking more classes than his last two years in preparation for O.W.Ls, so his Auntie Elisa told him. He hadn't considered O.W.Ls yet, he had another two years after all. But he did think about the right classes and somehow found himself following his dad's footsteps. Yep, Ancient Runes was one of the choices. Though he seemed more intrigued by it from the start than his Daddy.
As soon as he stepped in, he smiled, "Hi Professor." Smiles were contagious and helped you and others feel good most of the time and he didn't want to be in class feeling bad or bored. Learning should be fun. Now they were apparently going to try on an old boot.
He blinked, being very glad that he didn't practice Flying right before class cause the smell of a sweaty foot was something no one needed to experience in class. Anyways, he replaced the shoe with the boot and started hopping. He wondered if it was going to somehow talk to his foot like the sorting hat. But before he could think anymore on that, "Debater ENTP-A." Oh, there was that older Hufflepuff who got the same thing. That was interesting. Really interesting.
He took his seat to write it all down with his name.
"Hello, welcome to Ancient Runes!" Carmine smiled right back in warm welcome. She wanted her students to feel at ease in here, even if sometimes they might come across things that might surprise them a little. SPOILER!!: 2111jen Quote:
Originally Posted by 2111jen Austin was nervous and excited at the same time. He walked into the classroom and blinked. Why was there an old boot? He glanced up at the black board and noticed the instructions...okay...Austin looked around for the professor. He gave the professor a small smile and a wave. After that, he went up and tried on the boot. It automatically shrunk to fit his foot. Okay...he waited a few minutes before a voice was heard that said.
"Virtuoso ISTP-T." Huh, that was interesting.
Austin took off the boot and headed to an empty seat. When he sat down, he took out his rune sets, his parchment, his rune journal, and a quill and ink bottle out of his duffle. He also took out his personal journal and a pencil, it was a lot faster and easier to write things down if he was called on with a pencil rather then a quill, and set them all on a table. Carmine smiled and waved back at the boy when he noticed her and watched him take his turn. She didn't mind the pencil for writing, but was pleased to see he still had the requested equipment. SPOILER!!: Harron Peasley Quote:
Originally Posted by Harron Peasley Having not wanted to take Ancient Runes, but not being able to ignore the argument of 'you won't know if you like it until you try it' from his parents, Jó found himself queuing up to try on a mouldy old cowboy boot. He yawned a few times whilst he waited, failing to cover his mouth with a hand, and eventually took the book and dragged it onto his foot.
And hopped around. Although Józef had pretty good balance, he also had (in his opinion and not Lawra's) a pretty good sense of humour, and so made his hopping as dramatic as he possibly could. Just for the fun of it - his fun. It didn't take long before the boot was talking, though. "ENFP-a: the Campaigner."
Grudgingly, Jó took the boot off and returned it to the stool, before finding his seat. He wrote down what the boot had said, but he definitely didn't understand it. Neither did he really care - all he wanted to know was what his friends had got. Tired was he? Carmine assumed it was sleepiness bringing out the yawns rather than boredom. It was too soon to be bored! She smiled watching his hopping antics though. Perhaps this young man would like this subject in spite of himself. SPOILER!!: SilverTiger Quote:
Originally Posted by SilverTiger Headmistress Hawthorne had gotten her to have an interest in Runes, and since the woman’s absence, Stasya had continued attending lessons more out of the curiosity as to if the subject was going to stay as interesting. That and challenging, but she rather expected that from most of her lessons now that it was NEWT year. She was used to being busy, and so far she wasn’t stopping. However, one thing she hadn’t expected when she walked into the first lesson of term after breakfast was the worn boot on the stool looking ever so much like an upside-down Sorting Hat.
“Good morning, Professor Beryl,” she greeted the professor with a smile, queuing up behind the other students waiting to try on the boot. It gave her time to try and figure out what her temperament had to do with Runes, anyway, and she was still mulling it over as she’d reached the stool and slipped her shoe off to replace it with the boot. Awkwardly, more so because with her long limbs it was difficult to get the boot on without sitting down, but after a few moments she managed it.
Wondering exactly what spells were on the boot as she tested it by hopping a few times, feeling rather like one of Isa’s rabbits she had visited many times while the older girl had still been here at Hogwarts, she wasn’t surprised when it suddenly spoke. “ENFP-T, THE CAMPAIGNER”
That was interesting, and it reminded her of the term when Headmaster Scrimgeour reigned. The revolution to depose him, specifically, and she glanced over at Archer as she made her way over to a seat near Rylee and took out her necessary supplies, writing the boot’s conclusion at the top of a page clearly. Now to figure out how this connected to Runes. "Good morning!" Carmine greeted the prefect. SPOILER!!: ArianaBlack Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Despite pretending to loathe Ancient Runes, it was one of her favorite classes of all time. It was also, unfortunately, one of the nerdiest classes of all time. And thus, as a result, she entered the room wearing a well-practiced pout on her face. While Nina did let a polite smile grace her features for a moment to greet her Professor, it didn't last very long. Because upon sight of their first activity, a REAL pout made way onto her face. They were meant to try on an old shoe???
No. Nina Castillo would never.
Especially not when everyone else was putting the same one on. As if having to put the sorting hat on her head last year wasn't enough. She had tried to refuse then and she would most certainly try to refuse now. There was absolutely no way. Some of these people liked to walk around the castle barefoot. Their feet were disgusting. Nina had to draw boundaries and used shoes, were one of them.
So each time the queue grew shorter and she was almost at the front, the Slytherin politely let other students go in front of her and made her way back to the end of the line. "Oh, you can go ahead of me," she motioned the student behind her to step forward, while she took a step out. Back to the back of the queue she went. "Go ahead." Carmine invited the young girl, who was clearly reluctant. Guessing the possible reason for her reluctance, Professor Beryl added: "Don't worry, its bespelled for hygiene, I promise." She WAS the healer after all. She gave her a small, encouraging wink. SPOILER!!: PhoenixRising Quote:
Originally Posted by PhoenixRising Maeve didn't officially take Ancient Runes; but apparently not seeing her aunt (aka former Runes Professor) this summer had the sixth year showing up to the first runes class of the year. Where the blonde instantly found regret upon seeing the queue for a ... sorting??? She didn't think that personality types had anything to do with runes? At least not the kind of runes that her aunt studied.
An old boot though ... was this some kind of metaphor maybe? In that you had to walk a mile in someone else's shoes ... only they weren't walking ... Just had to slip off her shoe and put it on and OH DEAR MERLIN, she hoped her peers had clean feet.
Stepping up to the stool she stood on one foot as she slid her shoe off and into the boot. And hopped around a few times, surprised at how well the shoe fit. Surely not everyone had the same size feet, which had Maeve curious now as to the charms on the boot. Suddenly, as had done with the sorting hat when it was placed on her head five years ago, the boot shouted out quite quickly, "Campaigner - ENFP-A"
Huh. What did that even mean??? She liked to campaign for her friends; was that related? Boot off and her own shoe on, she found a seat near the window to contemplate this some. A thinker, this one? She seemed in her own head. Carmine smiled at her in welcome all the same. Nothing wrong with that! SPOILER!!: hermionesclone Quote:
Originally Posted by hermionesclone .......... uhhhh........
To say that Lucas was confused was an understatement. Because here was a new class with a new teacher and...... people were hopping around in a boot. And the boot was shouting out random letters that didn’t help with his confusion, only making him scratch his curls as he stood by the door.
It was a moment or two later that the third year shuffled forwards, joining the line of other students. His eyes first found the new Professor, who got a simple "Hello, Professor," and a small smile. It was then that his eyes landed on the board which, uh, started to make more sense.
So put on the boot, hop around and..... get sorted? Wasn’t one sorting enough??
That funny butterfly feeling in his stomach was starting to return and he found himself wrangling his hands as he watched everyone getting sorted. He reaaaaaaaaaally didn't like the idea of being sorted in front of everyone. And did he have to make conversation with it? Because the Sorting Hat had been speaking to him the entire time and he really didn't want to be told that he was like his father another-
..........
Huh?
Blinking, he forced his attention onto the student in front of him, a girl with long hair (Nina) who said he could go ahead? Well, okay, then. "Oh, uh, thanks," he muttered, flashing her a small smile. Did he have time to wander why she was stepping back? No. He was far too focused on the boot and-
Oh, it was his turn? Yeah, okay.
Stepping up to the stool, he slid off one of his shoes and placed the boot on, instead. His first thought? How old this boot was. It looked like it was two hops away from falling apart. And was it clean? Lucas wrinkled his nose slightly as he looked over the boot and then at the Professor and then back again. It was comfortable, so there was that.
There was only one thing for it: Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop......
He half-expected the shoe to start talking to him, telling him everything he didn't want to know, but apparently, that wasn't happening today. Because the shoe was quiet. Was it working? Did he not have an MB-whatever ty-
"INFP-T: the Mediator!"
Nevermind.
Glad to be taking the shoe off, Lucas put his own black shoes back on again and went to sit down. Where? He didn't really care, just somewhere away from the spotlight. Taking a seat, he hastily scribbled down whatever the old boot had said onto a spare piece of parchment before sitting back. Was the Professor going to explain? Please explain. "Hello and welcome!" Carmine said with warmth, eyes twinkling at the young boy when he kept shooting looks at her. The answers would come! SPOILER!!: nicole black Quote:
Originally Posted by nicole black Maxie had greeted the new professor with his usual nod and uncomfortable smile. While only just a second-year, Maxie had already gotten accustomed to Hogwarts and its game of Musical Professors. This one seemed pretty fine so far, but it was still early on.. Anything could happen.
The Hufflepuff had been very seriously considering ignoring the boot altogether, but before he could think of a feasible reason why, Nina Castillo - the very girl who had kissed his cheek without even a proper introduction - was urging him on. Having properly misunderstood the situation, Maxie and his gangly limbs hurried forward, past the Slytherin girl and her nice-smelling curls, to the boot and whatever judgement it would pass unto him.
but she hadn't been speaking to him at all, but to Dakest. How did Maxie know this? Because the other boy had thanked her, even.
Cool. yeah, cool. Maxie decided, as he waited his turn, to stare at the floor. healthy coping mechanisms.
He wriggled out of his sneaker (a very clean Off-White Air Jordan, and slippered his foot into the spurred shoe. It shrunk down, as was to be expected and that was where the embarrassment began to leak in. Hopping? Hopping? No, he most certainly didn't want to. It didn't matter that everyone else already had or was going to. Maxie was not the type to jump off a bridge after his friends and he wasn't the type to hop around either.
But the boot.. was on.
It was on.
and people were waiting.
and his brow had begun to sweat.
and it somehow felt as if the boot were becoming smaller- tighter- almost uncomfortably.
"F-fine," He grunted, hopping once, then twice, and then once more for an unhappy three- and all the while he was as red as red could be. Miserable, Maxie flinched as the boot coughed and opened up a mouth the Hufflepuff wasn't happy to see.
"ISTJ-T."
Relieved, and curious, Maxie stepped out of the now much larger boot and rushed off to a quiet corner where he could put back on his Jordan and be miserable in peace.
Carmine had smiled at the boy in return but what was this? Another one in non-uniform footwear? She cast a disappointed look at the boy's feet.
"Sneakers are not uniform items, young man. You should be wearing your school shoes. We have a little time before we begin - if you're quick you'll be back in time and I won't have to take any house points. Please go change your shoes to your approved school shoes now." Her look was not unkind, but it was firm. It did not escape her notice that this one was a Hufflepuff and therefore he had far more distance to cover than the other, a Gryffindor, which was a shame but that was how the cookie crumbled. Tut tut. Did she need to put a note on her noticeboard about this? School uniform was uniform for a reason! SPOILER!!: Lissy Longbottom Quote:
Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom The idea of putting the Sorting Hat on her head had not phased Nettie in the slightest four years ago. Putting on a boot, though? That was making her shudder inside. This was FEET we were talking about! By the time kids got to Hogwarts, she assumed most people knew to wash their hair on a daily basis. But she had seen how gross adult feet could get - her dad's feet were NASTY - so she had very low hopes for her classmates. She only hoped that this new professor had put some sort of hygiene spell on this boot because if she got some sort of foot fungus from this, she was going to RIOT.
Wrinkling her nose slightly, she took off her ballet flat - thankfully she'd worn tights with her uniform today, so she at least had THAT to protect her precious feet - and slipped the boot on to her foot when her turn came around. Now she had to...hop around? Ok. Whatever she had to do to get this thing off ASAP...
She bounced in place a few times, and thankfully it only took a few little leaps before the mouth of the boot opened up and yelled out her personality type.
"ENTJ-T - The Commander!" the boot shouted out to the whole class. That was just a bunch of letters to Nettie at this moment...but she hadn't heard anyone else get called with those same letters. What did this all MEAN? Was she special? Unique? Or just a weirdo who was going to end up being partnered with the professor at the end of all of this...or maybe someone HAD been called with those letters. Honestly, there were so many letters being shouted left and right it was hard to keep track.
Taking the boot off and handing it to the next person, she grabbed her boot and then headed to her desk. She took out a parchment and wrote her sorting in large letters before putting it up on her desk for everyone to see. Carmine welcomed the young lady and watched her take her turn, pleased to see her following the given instructions even if there did seem to be a little reluctance there. SPOILER!!: SneakySeverusSnape Quote:
Originally Posted by SneakySeverusSnape Analiese walked into the Ancient Runes classroom and greeted the professor. That was when she noticed the boot. Why was there a boot on a chair? And the chair was reminiscent of the one she sat on when she was sorted. Was she just to put it on? She strode to the stool and put on the shoe.
Er... Now what? Analiese turned around and looked at the board. No. No, Analiese Allanach-Senchuri was not hopping around in an old cowboy boot. She had no choice anyway. The 11-year-old reluctantly stood up and hopped around. Analiese gasped a little as the mouth of the boot opened.
"INFJ-T, The Advocate!"
What on Earth did it even say? The first part was a bunch of letters - something like INFJ-T - and the second part was The Advocate. Analiese shrugged and took the shoe off. She found her desk and sat down. She then pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote the result down.
One of the small ones! Carmine smiled warmly at the young girl as she figured out what was going on and took her turn. She'd soon see where this was all going, as would they all.
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There were a few more students to go. Carmine examined the line and then checked the time. Good. Plenty of time still.
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