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A year in, he still didn't enjoy teaching this miserable lot BUT there was some amount of change in Rosier's attitude. Now they would learn the doctrine of the alliance. Now he could teach them things that were of actual value in the world that was about to change from what they knew. It was an improvement from full curriculum that they whined about.
Speaking of the whiny nuisances... SPOILER!!: Replies SPOILER!!: Blaze Quote:
Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19  Claudine hadn’t slept well the night before. Her slightly darkened skin around the eyes proved that. Still, she wasn’t yawning at the moment lest the ‘Headmaster’ chose to give her a difficult time for it. She’d had enough difficult times in DADA before thanks to Trent, and could do without this continued fact. That didn’t mean she didn’t want Trent back however; she’d rather have him than this… idiot.
“Good morning,’’ was all the fifth year said when she entered the arena. A quick check told her that the setup basically remained the same, something that greatly comforted her. As was her habit during every lesson, she took up a spot a distance away from the front of the room. "Good morning." Came the brisk but not entirely impolite response. This one was a pureblood and was therefore slightly less a nuisance than some of the others who would be arriving soon. From his memory, she was also not one to necessarily make waves. It would take her a long way this year. SPOILER!!: Fox (LIAR) Quote:
Originally Posted by astrocat Ashley was not happy to see the dummies. She had fought them without magic, and it wasn't fun. And knowing these neo-creepyalliance people or whatever words they used to replace morally bad person, they would probably be programmed to kill muggleborns or something. She nodded at the 'headmaster'. She didn't trust herself to not say something stupid, and although Ash was brave, she didn't want to die.
Ah and there was the first of them.
A scourge on the school's population and one who thought they were stupid enough to believe it. The nod was ignored entirely but the man did concentrate on the girl. She would feel a searing pain in her forehead, one that felt like a harsh stinging sensation and when it was over, she would find a four letter word clear across her forehead in large print. L I A R. SPOILER!!: Fuller Quote:
Originally Posted by Charely Potter Curtis didn't get much sleep. Who would after last night? But with him, it was from forgetting to adjust his body clock from the summer to school time. He did head to bed early enough, but he felt conscious for six of those eight hours of sleep. Needless to say, he was walking at a slower pace, but he was here.
"Hello Headmaster." There was no emotion in Curtis' voice. He didn't sound happy but he didn't sound like this was the last place he wanted to be. It was calm and neutral as numb as he felt. It was weird to not have the original Headmaster, even if their dislike of each other was mutual, there was still.... you know what, it's too early to think right now. The longer he stood there the more awkward it felt.
After giving the man a curt nod he walked over near where Claudine was. At least someone he could trust nearby would make this lesson possible to tolerate. Possibly..
And there was Fuller. No antics today? It was a good look on the boy, one he should consider wearing more often. It would certainly do him well in these changing times. "Hello, Fuller." Decent enough boy, based on blood status. Decent enough. SPOILER!!: Grantham Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Bernadette did not want to be here. She was not feeling very well, having tossed and turned all night, worried about where the REAL Headmaster was, and what was going to happen to them, and what these bad guys were going to do with those forms they'd filled out at the feast, and would anyone even miss her if she died here at Hogwarts this year? Her parents had never once sent her a letter in all her years, not even that time when she'd been suspended from Beauxbatons. She was having a hard time NOT feeling sorry for herself and all her classmates as she trudged to the duelling arena and took up a post at the back.
Maybe if she said nothing and pretended not to exist, he wouldn't pick on her. Bernie DID read the board though, and it almost, ALMOST made her smile. So this Rosier guy also disliked Kinsay James???? Imagine that. They had a common enemy. How long would THIS last?
This one was not so decent--though she was more so than Fox. At least Grantham hadn't thought them stupid enough to get away with a lie on paper. She was muggleborn filth but she was honest muggleborn filth and as such did not earn herself the scare her classmate now wore.
It was good she did not try speaking to him. He did not mingle with her kind unnecessarily. SPOILER!!: Yoon Quote:
Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi How on earth could anyone have slept after seeing the sight of the common room? At least, the Hufflepuff's room had looked as if a tornado had gone through it. Had the Neo's been trying to find something? And if so, what?
Upon entering the duelling arena, the Hufflepuff took a quick look around before his eyes landed on the blackboard. Kinsay James... A Gryffindor right? Shouldn't he be fair and write down all Gryffindors instead of only just one? Then again the Headmaster probably did not even know the definition of fair...
"Good morning Headmaster Rosier" he greeted him and he thanked Merlin in his head that his voice had not wavered because he was still terrified. Not wanting to show his back, as he did NOT trust him, Minjae decided to stand near the front.
Keep your enemies close and all that. Literally.
Then there was this one. Brazen with his inferior genetic makeup. A stain at Hogwarts who seemed...seemed... proud. The Headmaster scowled at him and gave nothing more than a grunt in response.
Just...that was all. SPOILER!!: Sinclair Quote:
Originally Posted by Fireheart Avalon was exhausted. Between the tossing and turning and relentless searching through the common room for some way to communicate with the outside world last night, she had probably only dozed off for a few minutes. Bleary-eyed and defeated, the Ravenclaw made her way to Defense Against the Dark Arts. She squared her shoulders a bit before entering the classroom, not wanting the new headmaster to think she was weak or afraid.
"Hello, Headmaster Rosier," she said curtly before taking in the room. More dummies. A rather unfortunate flashback to detention last year.
A quick glance at her peers proved that most of them didn't get any sleep either. At least they were all going through this together.
Ah yes, one of the Prefects he had stripped. His squad was a much better replacement for that sorry lot of them. "Good morning." He returned, already looking past her to see whoever else may have entered the room.
He was keeping an eye out for the ones who proved exceptionally stupid among them. SPOILER!!: Ellerby Quote:
Originally Posted by Anna Banana As she walked down the corridor and toward class, Delilah blinked a little to try and wake herself up. As she'd lied in bed last night, she'd stared at the ceiling, her heart pounding, until she'd fallen asleep at who-knew-what time. Oddly enough, her heart was pounding again, because now she was just terrified at whatever awaited them.
She followed behind some Hufflepuff boy (DuckyLinJi) and entered the arena just after he did. She had no idea who the professor really was or where the real Headmaster was, but she decided it was in her best interest to just say whatever the Hufflepuff boy did. "Hello, Headmaster Rosier," she said. So she had changed it up a little bit, but it was basically the same thing. Sounded safe enough.
She glanced at the chalkboard. Well, he didn't need to worry about that first one. She was pretty much terrified to say anything to anybody at this point. Also, who was Kinsay James? As she wondered this, she ventured further into the room and took a place kind of in the thick of the others. Maybe nothing could happen to her if she was surrounded by other kids.
He squinted at this one, openly squinted. Her records were somewhat inconclusive. Not a muggleborn....no. But it was a matter that bothered him all the same. "Good morning." He said, finally. Whatever was the case with this one, he would have someone figure it out soon enough. SPOILER!!: Luck Quote:
Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom Sleep? AhahaAHAHAHAhahaha.
Like Adam could SLEEP after being literally TORTURED in front of his entire house yesterday!
Yes, Adam was feeling better, his embarrassment having melted to ANGER overnight. He was still unbelievably sore from whatever that man had done to him, and he couldn't lift his arms very high above his head, which didn't bode well for a class that focused on DEFENSE. He also had bruises on his...ahem...rear end from falling out his chair violently, and his feet had been numb up until this morning. So he was making progress at least? He had bags under his eyes and his baby blues were puffy from crying all night, but thankfully he'd had enough foresight to stop by Healer Recard and get a few things to help with the pain and his appearance prior to heading to class. He had to at least put on a brave face, yes?
He had certainly learned to keep his mouth shut at least for the time being because he obviously didn't learn THAT much and looked up at the Headmaster as he entered, keeping a straight face. "Good morning Headmaster," he told him curtly before taking a spot. Thank Merlin the Headmaster wasn't the one who had hurt him - if he'd walked in and seen that man who had sent that spell at him he probably would have turned around and left. It was a miracle he was here at all, to be honest - he'd certainly debated not showing up today.
Aww, why was he singling out Kinsay? That was RUDE.
Luck, or rather an unlucky boy. If memory served, he was the first to be cursed by one of his men and it served the stupid boy right. Self preservation was something he would do well to learn unless he wanted further repeats. "Good morning, I trust you'll be on better behaviour today."
Only if he cared what happened to him. His choice. SPOILER!!: Trent, yikes Quote:
Originally Posted by pundantic Kale hadn’t slept all night. Or, well, not since he had come to after CECELIA SUMMERS STUPEFIED HIM. (Talk about a shocker. You think you know people...) But that bit of rest had been the only reprieve in the whole horrific night. Magic-induced knockouts didn’t mean he was well rested.
The fifth year was scared and angry and near sick with worry. And when he saw what lesson he had first, all of that welled up in him again. What was he supposed to do?? Go to the class of that man that might have—nopE. He wasn’t going to entertain that thought. Nuh uh. Nope.
UGH! He couldn’t stand to be in the same room as any of these bullies. Yet, this guy was the worst. He had spent the better part of a year parading as his Dad, lying, making him believe the worst about his own father.
OH HO HO. IF HE WAS GOOD AT MAGIC. OH MAN. IT WOULD’VE BEEN OVER FOR THESE FOOLS.
And he was so sustained on his anger, so ready to fight, that when he walked into the classroom he thought he might throw his shoe at the head of the Headmaster. Which is precisely what he did.
The problem child, again.
There was a reason Rosier did not like either Trent child. They were loud, whiny and lacked common sense in droves. Mavis, however, was not the one he was currently wishing dead. On the contrary, it was the older one who should have been trying to stay alive to keep his sister safe that worked his nerves for egregiously.
Y'know, the one he had casually thrown a "crucio" at in response to the shoe being hurled at him. That kid. The one he expected to be writhing on the ground in seconds. There was a lot of intent. He had been waiting a LONG time to hurt him. This was overdue. SPOILER!!: James, the first Quote:
Originally Posted by Cassirin This man was testing Phoebe James OUT OF THE GATE. Not just his dumb smug face, but he wrote something rude on the board about baby Kizzy? He was lucky that Phoebe was practicing her zen today. Calm and cool and collected and perfectly zen. She wouldn't rise to his bait. Yet. Hopefully.
"Good day, Mr. Rosier. It's a beautiful day for learning, isn't it?" She had spent a long time trying to look bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning, especially challenging with no mirrors available. So a huge Phoebe smile was particularly sparkly and disturbing. "Headmaster Rosier." The less aggravating of the James girls, though that was debatable in the moment. The one who at least knew how to shut up. Rosier thought perhaps she would try to defend her sister, as she had a habit of doing just the year before but he was pleasantly surprised to find she was keeping quiet.
Good. It was a good look. SPOILER!!: Kingsley
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Originally Posted by NiallNIP Quinn trudged into the room, the circles under his eyes darker than you would expect on an 11-year-old. He sat on that sofa in the common room all night, hugging his knees up to his chin. He dozed off occasionally, but never stayed asleep for long. He wanted to go home. For once, he missed the drabness of his home life.
"Hello, Headmaster," Quinn said, but his voice came out hollow and tired. He glanced around the room, recognizing Avalon, Ashley and the girl from the Owl Post (Claudine). He decided to stand near Avalon—they had met at the feast, and she is the would-be Ravenclaw Prefect, whereas the girl from the Owl Post was standing near an older boy who looked pretty intimidating, and Ash was a little intimidating herself. "Good morning." Quinn's voice was so small, it was practically nonexistent.
Another one. Another who dared to lie on the form provided. Just how stupid did they think the alliance was? Much like the girl before, he concentrated on the Ravenclaw.
The boy would feel a searing pain in her forehead, one that felt like a harsh stinging sensation. When it was over, he would find a four letter word clear across her forehead in large print. L I A R SPOILER!!: Luck Quote:
Originally Posted by aRogueOne
Breath. Just breath, she thought as she walked into the arena for her first Defence Against the Dark arts lesson of the year, her eyes instantly drawn towards the hulking figure of their new Headmaster. Her dark, puffy eyes instantly shot down towards the floor as she walked straight past him towards the other students, her words mumbled in hope that he would simply choose to ignore her and not single her out at all. “Good morning Headmaster Rosier”. Even now, she couldn’t even bring herself to be rude to the new headmaster although this time, it most likely came down to fear.
As she headed over, her eyes did briefly touch the chalk board and for a moment, confusion froze her to the spot as she saw the name of one of her friends (Kinsay) on the chalk board. Did Kinsay usually chatter? Ingrid had certainly never gotten that impression from her fellow second year.
It wasn’t until her eyes moved away from the chalk board and over to her twin though that Ingrid finally moved from the spot she had stood frozen on though, her legs now carrying her within a few feet of her brother. It took all of her might to not sit stand right in front of him and protect him somehow but she knew full well Adam would absolutely hate her for it so instead, she stood closish by, ready to jump in front of him if he said anything stupid again like he did in the Great Hall.
"Good morning." This one did not fall on his radar, for the simple reason she was not scum but was not the cream of the crop either. Quiet as she was, it was all too easy for the Headmaster to almost immediately look past her to see who else was coming. SPOILER!!: Stover (LIAR) Quote:
Originally Posted by Uncle Moose Moose walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts no different from how he normally did. Perpetual scowl on his face and general disdain that this was one of his weakest subjects, but he still showed same as he did all last year.
The words the Headmaster told him last term hung in the back of his head when he went running to him to let him leave Hogwarts because Kinsay had told him he didn't have to be here if he didn't want to.
But was that the Headmaster then, or was it this One who had told him if he left it would make him a danger to the Wizarding World. From his point of view The Headmaster, and his Neo-Alliance were a danger to his parents. Was what he said a lie then? Leaving the school was no longer an option though. This Man made it clear during the feast.
"Good Morning, Headmaster Rosier" Moose spoke to the Head-Melting-Master as he took his place among the other students.
It was a good thing he was paying attention because the other of the LIARS was entering now and as before, the Headmaster had just the thing for him. Eyes on the boy, he did not respond but instead focused a moment on the Slytherin.
The boy would feel a searing pain in her forehead, one that felt like a harsh stinging sensation. When it was over, he would find a four letter word clear across her forehead in large print. L I A R SPOILER!!: Abbott-Daniau Quote:
Originally Posted by SilverTiger Had she thought about not coming to class? Absolutely, but Gracelyn had also come to the conclusion that she’d have been forcibly dragged to the DADA classroom if she’d balked. Therefore, she had shown up at the classroom right on time, shadows under her eyes the only evidence that she had in fact not slept well. Knowing people had gone through all her belongings wasn’t exactly conducive to a good night’s rest, besides the fact that the feast wouldn’t have done it either. Anyone who could sleep during this wasn’t to be trusted. Or they were one of his people.
“Good morning,” was all she said, as she chose a position in the arena, somewhere near both Kale and Phoebe. Inwardly flinching as the former had, well, acted. Otherwise, her face had stayed relatively emotionless. Anything to stay safe and sane, as she’d also been going over the things she’d learned from the summer dueling league in her head. Distractions. "Good morning." He nodded in the HUfflepuff's direction but his attention was not on her. She fell into the category of "neither", so to speak. Not to be treasured but not to be loathed and punished for existing.
Just...there. SPOILER!!: Rider-Mae Quote:
Originally Posted by Daemon Coby Rider-Mae had not slept a wink last night (perhaps napped two hours, at most) and he was dragging his feet into the classroom. This was.. really happening. He hadn't been able to hope it had been a bad dream because for it to be a dream you really needed to sleep and Coby.. hadn't slept.
He paused by the door as he looked at the classroom. One thing he couldn't figure out was why Headmaster Rosier - he flinched at the name even in his head - was even bothering to teach them. Didn't he have his nefarious activities? Why run Hogwarts? Most of their parents will just come here when they figure it out anyway, why not sit and wait for them to show up?
He noticed the chalkboard first, and his heart sank. He knew Kinsay. Then his heart sped up and he looked around for Kinsay's sister, which was when Coby saw Kinsay's sister's friend Kale Trent... throw a shoe. At Headmaster Rosier.
Coby really wanted to panic, but instead he VERY quickly shuffled to stand somewhere in the vicinity Phoebe James. Kinsay's sister. Who, Coby noticed with wide eyes, looked kind of amazing. Not the usual amazing but the amazing-that-stands-out-when-there's-a-DARK-WIZARD-acting-as-Headmaster kind of amazing. That amazing. So Coby stood. And momentarily gaped. And almost forgot that the real headmaster's son had thrown a SHOE at the DARK WIZARD. He felt immediate pain in his neck as he whipped his head around to watch the result of that, flicking his wand out of its holster and into his hand. Just in case. "Put that away unless you plan to get hurt." The Headmaster coolly advised. These students were always so quick to draw their wands at the wrong times, yet when they were needed, they were too busy protesting right and wrong.
Trent's actions may have been shocking, but he had effectively dealt with the situation on his own.
He wouldn't give him a second warning. SPOILER!!: Nam (LIAR) Quote:
Originally Posted by Watson He barely slept. After tidying up the Common Room and trying to make it a little lighter, the boy had tried to catch some sleep but it escaped him. Nonetheless, he had risen on time to get to his classes.
However, he was feeling slightly more awake for this class. Perhaps it was his subconscious telling him that he ought to pay attention because Trent wouldn't be teaching it and the NEW headmaster would be. Maybe they were all going to be initiated today? How exciting. He rolled his eyes at the thought before walking into the arena.
The message that the new Headmaster and DADA Prof had left did bring a slight eyebrow raise from the boy. Wow. He was already getting to know the names of certain students.... Scary. Look at it, Kinsay James, one of the younger years had gotten a shout out already... That didn't look good. He kept his facial expression neutral, knowing that he was stepping into enemy territory. He had to be polite even if the Headmaster was leading a hysterical cult.
"Good Morning Headmaster," he said with a curt, respectable nod before making his way towards Minjae.... who was at the front of the classroom. The Gryffindor didn't have far too walk. "Morning." He'd have to one off with Minjae after class. Best to be on their best behaviour for now. "Save it." Came the only answer from the Headmaster. He did not care for the boy's greeting. What he DID care about was the blatant lie the boy had dared to tell just the night before.
Fithy mudblood.
Lucien set his gaze on the boy, doing what he had done to the other liars.
The boy would feel a searing pain in his forehead, one that felt like a harsh stinging sensation. When it was over, he would find a four letter word clear across his forehead in large print. L I A R SPOILER!!: Turov Quote:
Originally Posted by Waddles Mamie was pretty sure she had slept some. Overslept, even. She hadn't bothered to redo her braids, which were somewhat disheveled after tossing and turning. She had barely eaten breakfast, either, so she was tired, and hungry. And now she had to go to the class taught by the fake headmaster.
Still, she would be polite. Since the scary fake headmaster had previously been the normal headmaster...she assumed all the being a stickler for tardiness and manners still applied. "Good morning, sir," she said briskly before looking around for where to go.
She took a spot next to that Gryffindor who had tried to drown her (Bernie). After Ashley had explained the whole ghost possession thing, Mamie figured she'd forgive the girl. She noddded at her but didn't initiate any incessant chatter. She was too grumpy for that anyway.
Another filthy mudblood, but one with the decency to not outright lie when given a form. Perhaps it was a sign of some degree of intelligence. It worked in her favour only in that she would not be publicly called out...yet.
The Headmaster scowled in her general direction but otherwise did not respond. SPOILER!!: Upstead Quote:
Originally Posted by Felixir Nem had slept just as well as ever.
There had been a bit of turning over thoughts in their head, but no more than usual, and once they'd come to something of a conclusion it had been sinister sweet dreams, goodnight Vienna. Now they were up, prepared for the day, ready to see what was what.
They were, however, much quieter than usual - and Nem, while quick with a quip and often ready for conversation, was not a chatterbox to begin with - and continued that trend now, checking which way the wind was blowing, as it were.
Eggs and baskets, you know. Eggs and baskets.
Defence Against the Dark Arts first, as usual. It wasn't like they were getting a new professor either, it was still the Big Man, just out in the open now. It might be interesting to see how his methods might change, now that he didn't have anything to hide.
Enter Nemesis. Regretfully not first; was everyone really so eager to be here, or had they figured out it was dead stupid to show up late, or not at all. Well, whatever. Hopefully they'd not missed anything good.
"Good morning, Headmaster Rosier," Nem greeted the Big Man, in much the same tone as usual. Pleasant. Courteous. Ready to learn.
Speaking of... no. No. Plenty of time for all that. Today was for watching and listening. Nem found a place and waited for class to get going, keeping a close eye on... well, on everything.
Bless, the only child worth the air they breathed in this entire castle. A real prodigy with much potential and much room to grow. The Slytherin was splendid. Were Lucien another man, he would offer a smile--but he was not.
Upstead received a nod, a more courteous nod than others had received...if that sort of thing was even possible.
What a great kid. SPOILER!!: Incessant James Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Kinsay James was usually the first up in her dormitory on any normal day. She was a morning person through and through. Mornings were the best. Morning lessons were even better. And breakfast was the best and most important meal of the whole day, so she liked to get there early.
But today wasn’t any normal day.
Today she felt like a zombie, having tossed and turned all night. The only thing that got her through it was the best friend cuddles. Kizzy made sure to thank all her lucky stars for sharing a dormitory with Emm. It was the only good thing about Hogwarts this year.
As she made her way to class, she found herself stopping immediately outside of the doorway having seen a shoe fly into the air. UM. Um. Um. Her stomach ache was already in full force. When the coast was clear she SCURRIED inside to stand next to her sister and Matty’s older brother with the pretty jawline (hi brother-in-law).
All was a normal level of terrible until she looked up to notice the board. And before she could stop herself, Kizzy found herself declaring in protest, ”Hey! I’m NOT incessant! I’m NOT!” He was lying! He was lying in front of everybody! "Phoebe, he's making it up! I'm not incessant. I'm not." Everybody saw. Everybody saw her name on the board.
Theeeere she was. Paid no attention to the sign, he saw. Just as well, it gave him further reason to do what he'd wanted since the year prior.
Rather than ask her to shut up, he did it for her. Lucien gave a flick of his wand. The girl would find her mouth disappearing rapidly until it was gone entirely. In the end, there was nothing but skin where her lips once were. This was a much better look. "Keep the noise up and I'll take your voice box next." SPOILER!!: Grimm Quote:
Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl Not sleeping much wasn't exactly fun, but also, by the time the sun was coming up, Ivy felt like she got a second wind, or something like that. She probably wouldn't have been able to sleep even if she'd wanted to at that point. And a small amount of an appetite had returned, so she'd forced herself to have a bit of toast for breakfast.
Hopefully she could maintain this for the rest of the day. If she could wait until she was done with lessons and back in the common room before collapsing, that would be nice.
Or maybe she didn't need sleep at all! Who needed sleep?
This being the first lesson they had was not ideal, but...at least it meant it'd be over sooner. That was the only bright spot right now. If they could just make it through...
Uh. Wait, maybe the lack of sleep WAS getting to her because... Had... Had Kale just thrown his shoe at the evil Not!Headmaster? She had just entered the classroom behind a couple other students and...
Maybe she was imagining things and she probably wasn't thinking straight but her wand was in her hand and she was saying, "Accio shoe," before her brain caught up with her movements.
Muddled as her mind was, she wasn't sure her aim was accurate or if her casting was quick or strong enough - especially since most of her knowledge of the spell was currently more theoretical from seeing her parents use it than using it herself - so it was probably a futile effort. But maybe sometimes you had to at least try to stop a classmate from possibly angering a scary evil guy, yeah? It would be better for everyone if that was not a thing that happened.
The girl's actions, while objectively heroic, were futile. Lucien already took care of the Trent child the way he wanted to and was now entirely satisfied. This was not a free for all, it had not been a free for all and now that he revealed his identity, it would not become a free for all. "Put it away, Grimm. We haven't gotten there yet. I can handle children just fine." SPOILER!!: Tilly (LIAR) Quote:
Originally Posted by Bryn Despite her best efforts, Eden walked into her first-ever magical lesson much less put together than she'd have liked. And manic from sleeping 0 hours and 00 minutes in the past 24 hours. There weren't any mirrors in Ravenclaw tower for her to do her hair cute and her neatly pressed uniform had been crumpled up by whoever INVADED their dorm last night, and arriving with wrinkles in her shirt soured her mood big time. Honestly, it irritated her more than the hostile takeover.
Whatever. DADA would probably be the most important class to pay attention in if they were to ever try and get rid of the jerks running this place. If she wasn't used as a prop to demonstrate something horrible, that is. She kept a straight face as she greeted her teacher with a flat "Hello, Headmaster Rosier."
Now she needed to find a place to put herself. The short redhead looked around for a place she could stand and be quiet without having to talk to anybody yet or looking standoffish. Maybe by somebody she didn't know. She didn't look for long though before she saw something fly into the air ( a shoe??) and immediately went straight to stand closer to the nearest person (beside Nemesis). She didn't want any of Rosier's attention and chose to remain silent instead of introducing herself.
It was too late, the girl already had the man's attention for an entirely different reason. "You must think me as foolish as you are." Came his only response to her greeting.
As with the others before her, she would feel a searing pain in her forehead. One that felt like a harsh stinging sensation. When it was over, she would find a four letter word clear across her forehead in large print. L I A R SPOILER!!: Flamsteed #1 Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Atlas had not slept a wink. Any time he had come even remotely close, simply from pure emotional and physical exhaustion, the voice of the Neo-Alliance member who had pulled him away from Aries after the feet had struck him like a bludger to the head. '...remember what Rosier said, we won't lose any sleep over you lot, and the same goes for him. We can snuff his life out in a heartbeat. Would it really be worth putting that father of yours in danger just because you didn't fall into line...' Of course, he had opened his bed to Aries so Aries wouldn't have to feel so alone at night. He was considerate like that, Atlas. Absolutely nothing to do with him wanting someone close to him so the bed didn't swallow him whole with his thoughts. He hadn't even been able to stomach breakfast so much...though he had tried after checking in with Quinn to see how his new friend was doing. A couple of bites of toast counted, right? Even if it had scratched terribly on the way down and his mouth was still dry because he couldn't bother with his orange juice.
Determined not to red shirt, Atlas was taking these words to heard and he was muttering to himself 'just fall in line' over and over again to himself as he approached the dueling area...where he would have to face Rosier...and there was a certain dread in knowing that the man knew precisely who Atlas was. And Aries. And Andromeda. Mustering what little bout of courage he had in his twiggy 11-year-old body, the first year stepped into the classroom fully prepared to greet Rosier politely and with a militaristic beat to his tone...when his jaw dropped and eyes widened.
The handsome older boy with the great hair and nerves of stupid steel...was here. In the room. In the flesh. Not even remotely translucent. And with only one shoe on.
"You...you....YOU'RE ALIVE?!" he shouted, unable to mask the elation his heart felt knowing he had not witnessed death. He really was not ready to see thestrals yet, you know? "I thought...I thought they had killed you!" He kind of wanted to go over and hug the older boy...so he did...partly to confirm he actually was solid and warm and breathing ... and also because he had absolutely forgotten himself and about keeping his head down and because he absolutely 100% understood the pain the older Gryffindor was going through. Because the Flamsteeds were feeling it too, with their own dad. So his little string bean arms were moving around the boy, hugging him from the side and kind of also from behind. "...what happened to your sho--"
Rosier. Was right there.
And suddenly Atlas' arms unlatched from not-so-lil Tren and he jumped backwards as though the fifth year were made of hot coals.
"I...I..."
He was NOT going to pee himself in his trousers again. He was NOT. He only had so many pairs to go through and the house elves were not his personal laundry service.
"I'm sorry...Headmaster Rosier." It HURT to call him that. "Won't...won't happen again!"
And another who had lost the privilege of having a mouth. Rather than give any verbal indication of acceptance or rejection of the boy's apology, the man flicked his wand in his direction.
It was a simple but useful hex that would cause the boy's mouth to entirely disappear. There would be nothing but smooth skin where those loud loud lips used to be.
He would not tolerate the nonsense of these children this year. SPOILER!!: Myles Quote:
Originally Posted by iekenstein Cal hadn't gotten much sleep last night, the dorm had felt awfully big and full of scary shadows after spending his entire life sleeping in his cozy yellow bedroom with his mammy and dad right down the hall from him. Whenever he had managed to doze off he'd quickly woken from another nightmare where he was back in the Great Hall and everything was happening all over again.
But he hadn't dared show up late to class, so he had followed someone who looked like they knew what they were doing and tiptoed into class, please don't notice me.
G-Good Morning, sir. Cal managed in barely more than a whisper when he saw who would be teaching them.
It would be okay, he told himself, it would be okay if he just kept quiet and followed the rules. This was fine and not scary at all.
Lucien squinted at this one as well. He was another with a background too inadequate to suffice. He would have to have someone look into it but for now.... "Good morning." He only hoped he would not regret giving such shallow greeting. SPOILER!!: Summers Quote:
Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow She hadn’t slept. Cecelia was actually wondering how sleep was supposed to be a thing anymore with everything going on, but she supposed exhaustion would eventually take over and help with that. She hoped so, anyway.
Feeling sick at the sight of Rosier, the fifth year nodded curtly and went to find herself a place near the back of the group, avoiding eye contact with her friends. She still felt awful about Kale and she wasn’t sure she could face anger from the others right now, too. Cecelias could be fragile things, you know.
No return nod, none for the girl whose existence was aided by muggles. She was not muggleborn but the connection to a muggle was too close to ignore. The generation over from her parents. It was a stain all the same.
Filth. SPOILER!!: Monteleone Quote:
Originally Posted by Thatonepottergirl Three hours of sleep and a piece of dry toast later and here she was. Her first lesson at Hogwarts ever. She would have squealed if she didn't feel like she was about to fall over or maybe throw up on everyone within her general vicinity. Could not sleeping make you throw up? Was that, like, a thing? She hoped not. She knuckled at her eyes groggily and stepped into the room.
"Good morning, Headmaster Rosier." She said tiredly, looking up at the man for a brief second and then turning away as she walked over to stand near some familiar Gryffindor faces. She had woken up that morning deciding that she wanted to assert dominance. She, Bethani Paola Abril Monteleone, was absolutely NOT scared of headmaster meanie pants.
okay, so she was kinda scared of him
That plan had flown out the window as soon as she stepped into the room. He was SCARY. And his neon-allegiance people, or whatever they're called, obviously didn't mind hurting KIDS. She couldn't remember any other time in her life where she had felt so unsettled and so...so muted. She hated it. "Good morning." This one would not be a problem unless she did something stupid. The man spent the night and some of the morning pouring over the student records. As far as he was concerned, this one had earned the right to be here. SPOILER!!: Quincy Quote:
Originally Posted by Daydreamer11 This was not going to be good. Camryn was exhausted from her sleepless night. She had been reliving all of the terrifying events and goings on that had happened in her brief time at Hogwarts. She really wanted to stay in her bed with the covers pulled over her head. Maybe no one would notice that she was missing from Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Finally, she thought it better to attend class.
When she arrived at the dueling arena, she was very afraid. Who knew what that evil fake Headmaster would be up to. Trying hard not to show her fear, she entered the room and said, “Hello Headmaster”. She had to be brave. She was a Gryffindor. Besides, they always went for the weak ones first and she was not weak. Anxiety ridden and extremely afraid, but not weak. "Good morning." Yet another he would not have to outright ignore. Falling into the "neither" category could be seen as a blessing or a curse. Perhaps in this one's case, it was a blessing. There were enough of them he needed to deal with. SPOILER!!: Flamsteed #2 Quote:
Originally Posted by Samia There was a thing about Aries. He actually slept pretty fine in times of trouble. It was the one thing he knew how to do. Because sleeping meant not facing anything - so even though Atlas had clung to him the entire night, and he had been plagued by horrible nightmares - Aries had slept, and had resisted waking up in the morning.
Atlas had made that impossible though.
So, mentally he was still very much ASLEEP as they walked into class - that was until Atlas screamed about someone being alive and Aries' eyes fell on the chalkboard.
Ohmygoooood, why was his girlfriend's name on the board????????
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
And then he heard her SPEAK UP.
Eyes gleaming, he too piped up, "I AGREE. Kinsay James is not incessant!" But very pretty, and very cute. That is what should be on the board instead - CLEARLY.
This Flamsteed met the fate of his other half. It seemed neither understood the warning against incessant speech. No worries, he was prepared to take care of that. Like with the brother, Lucien flicked his wand at the boy.
The spell he cast was the sort that made one's mouth disappear entirely. Where the lips should be, there would be nothing but smooth skin. "That will be your only warning." SPOILER!!: Donovan Quote:
Originally Posted by Kolyander The previous night had been a long one. One in which Dahlia had hardly slept but somehow the small girl wore it well. For perhaps it had all been some long terrible, horrible dream, one that everyone else also had experienced and she would walk into her first lesson now and everything would be okay.
Only that isn't what happened. Hardly had she made it two steps into the room when her eyes fell upon Melty Face Dude from the feast. It hadn't been a nightmare. A small shudder ran down her spine as she moved further into the room to find an empty spot to stand. "Good morning, Headmaster Rosier." The greeting was a soft one rather then her typical cheerful bubbly one. It was extremely difficult for her not to be her hyper self and chat away but that warning on the board and the look on the Headmasters face kept her quiet. "Good morning." His response could easily have been considered dry. He did not care for the students anymore than he already didn't from the previous year. It was good he could now further the agenda of the alliance uninhibited, but that didn't make him enthused to see them.
They were the same whiny snots from last year. SPOILER!!: Connolly Quote:
Originally Posted by Nordic Witch Bella hadn't slept much during the night which was evidenced by the dark shadows under her eyes. Had she wanted to skip class with Headmaster Rosier, definitley yes since the man was super scary. She had though decided that it was best to go and be a good snake since something told her that skipping class would probably have been very frown upon.
Entering the arena she gave a curt nod in greeting to the man in charge at the front. "Good morning Headmaster Rosier." They'd be practicing spells on dummies? Going over to stand by Camryn that she had met on the train Bella silently waited for the lesson to start. "Good morning." Somewhat less dry than the response to the child before. It was a "perk" that came with this one's blood heritage. She would not be shun, nor would she be treated in any sort of manner that could be considered harsh.
One day, she would need to thank her parents for making the right choice. SPOILER!!: Cambridge Quote:
Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Oh oh, oh no oh no oh no.
Emmerson felt her heart skip several million beats when Kizzy yelled her protest to the words on the board. Of course they had made EMM angry, too, but she was really hoping to fly under the radar. She was hoping they'd be angry about it together--quietly--then get some ice-cream in the kitchen after. It was gonna be a whole thing and it would have been great.
Unfortunately....Kizzy was yelling. Even more unfortunate, one of the Flamsteed twins was jumping in.
That could only mean one thing. She had to defend Kinsay James's honour. It was the noble thing to do. The only thing to do. If Kizzy got hexed to death in the next second....then it looked like she was going that way, too.
Emm sucked in a deep breath, stealing her resolve in the face of the gorgeous man who gave her the skeevies. There was something about the way he looked at them... It reminded her a lot of Trent last year, really (which brought her to certain realisations) and the way he outright SAID they were disposable.
Welp.
It had been a nice life but bestfriend was important. "You're being nothing but a BULLY! Kizzy is NOT incessant! You can't just write things on the board and say they're true!"
...
....
He could not even say he was surprised. Thing 1 and Thing 2 tended to share half a brain between them. If one was causing trouble, the other was practically obligated. No problem. She now had no mouth either.
Congratulations. SPOILER!!: Belrose Quote:
Originally Posted by Kimothy DADA class as the first class on the first day just didn't sit well with Cassie. She barely had sleep last night, not even a single dream which was usually a sign of good sleep for her! After everything that happened during the welcoming feast, which didn't feel welcoming at all by the way, Cassidy couldn't understand how anyone could feel safe here. Especially now. They literally got infiltrated!
Rebellion, while it seemed like a great idea to her, wasn't the best thing to do at the moment either. Right now, she just wanted to save her bum and survive for as long as she can.
Upon entering the classroom, Cassidy felt her feet freeze for a moment at the sight of the hew 'headmaster'. However, she quickly collected herself. She didn't to stand there and stare at the man. "Good morning, sir...." the Gryffindor greeted, not opting to use headmaster as a title or the man's surname which he had introduced last night.
She was also glad to have seen Cathal and Cassidy made her way to a spot beside the younger boy. She forced a quick smile for him and will save the 'how are you?' questions for later. After class. Without the headmaster around. "Good morning." He checked the clock on the far wall mid giving this greeting. Time was winding down. They would be beginning shortly yet many of these students were dragging their feet on their way in. SPOILER!!: O'Neill Quote:
Originally Posted by Granger Danger Last night wasn't a night that he wanted to remember, he wanted to think that it was all a njghtmare, a terrible but a very real nightmare. Even when he went to sleep at a reasonable hour, he still couldn't sleep the melty face and the guards made it impossible for him to sleep much if any. Tadhg liked his sleep, so he was a bit grumpy and irritable. "If I fall asleep not my fault." It was all these guards and their new 'Headmaster's' fault.
Walking into room, he realize that it wasn't a nightmare, the nightmare was a reality. Walking further in a shudder ran down his spine, and not a good way. " Hello Headmaster Roiser sir." Walking towards a spot beside Dahila he quickly gave her a encouraging smile. Not saying a word he stood there waiting for what to do. "Good morning." Yet another in the "neither" category. At some point, they would have to figure out what to do with that sort. They were not an issue but were not to be pampered either. It was a strange category to be sure. SPOILER!!: Rivers Quote:
Originally Posted by siriusblackliveson Rounding the corner and heading into the arena it took everything in Charlie's body to make her walk past the threshold and into the depths of despair. Her eyes glanced up, a shoe flying? What in Merlin. Then it hit her Mr. I'm Gonna Take Over The School was teaching this class. Great could she just not?
Brushing some curls behind her ears and reading the board at the front she figured steering clear of Kinsay would be a good idea. Glancing left and right she wasn't exactly sure where to go because everyone looked like they would rather be anywhere other than here. Could she go back to History of Magic instead? She'd take boring over the headmaster. Shaking herself out of her thoughts she found a free place to go and decided greeting the devil himself couldn't hurt that bad. "Hello Headmaster Roiser."
Nope it was that bad, it felt icky coming out of her mouth. it was going to be a long term at Hogwarts... "Good morning."
This was taking too long. Time was moving slowly and he wanted to begin now. Lucien had half a mind to shut the door now and let the stragglers suffer the consequences but instead, he chose to wait. SPOILER!!: Mordaunt Quote:
Originally Posted by Hey Ju Catherine wasn't going to pretend everything was alright, but she was not about to have some sort of meltdown either. It wouldn't help. Even though they had gone through her belongings... urgh.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the classroom and eyed the 'new Headmaster'. Now thinking about it, they probably had that man teach them last year too, and she could tell. She remembered vividly not being too sure about Trent anymore, the 'so-called' Headmaster, but she would've never expected it'd be someone like this man that had taken over. Horribly creepy, to say the least.
Her look was all he got as a greeting, as Catherine never verbally greeted anyone anyway, so she didn't think twice about not saying anything now. She didn't move too far into the room, and noticed a very familiar head of blonde hair nearby. One that wasn't normally standing by herself, so something was obvious wrong. Well, obviously. She quietly walked over to Cecelia and her her friend - 'former' friend? No, her actual friend - a long, knowing look as a greeting and as a means to say things would be alright.
Would they, though? She didn't know. But right now it felt like Catherine was being the optimistic of the two, which was very, very strange. She would say even unsettling, but this was far from being unsettling compared to the situation they were in. It was all just very odd.
No, it didn't ruffle his feathers in any way when Mordaunt said nothing. It had been the case in the previous year as well. So long as she continued to make no ways, she would continue to be of little concern to the man. SPOILER!!: Jones Quote:
Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy Between the events of the feast and his own unrelenting nightmares, Heath had barely slept last night. That was nothing new, however, He was used to getting by on little to no sleep, that and the overwhelming dread that settled over him every time he walked to a DADA lesson, In the past, he dreaded this class because he was afraid of making mistakes and disappointing Headmaster Trent. Now he was afraid for a completely different reason. There was no telling what Rosier would subject them to, and the man had already proven himself capable of the worst!
Despite his heightened emotions, there was no sign of fear or hate on the Ravenclaw’s face as he entered the arena. He was an actor first and foremost! Normally he would greet the man with a polite but silent nod, as he had last term, but in light of… recent events, he had a sneaking suspicion that silence would be punished as an act of defiance. “Good morning, Headmaster Rosier,” he greeted in an even, neutral tone - one that betrayed no hint of emotion.
Heath joined Claudine, giving a nod in greeting. Another nod was sent to the other guy (Curtis) standing nearby, though he didn’t dare say hello to either of them. It was too early in the term to get on Rosier’s bad side! WIth the pleasantries out of the way, he turned his attention back to the front of the room, waiting for the lesson to begin. "Good morning." Yet another that did not typically make waves. The boy would find that especially handy in these changing times should he choose to keep it up.
For his sake, he really should. SPOILER!!: Blake Quote:
Originally Posted by love-for-HP Blake was not a fan of this non Professor Trent lesson already. Just felt wrong, the whole school had a wrong feeling about it. Strange figures/people in divination - the non Trent headmaster teaching DADA. Blake wondered if there would ever be a normal year at Hogwarts. He highly doubted it ... something always seemed to happen.
"Hello Professor" Blake added none the less - he didn't need to be on anyone's bad side. That's for sure. "Good morning." The hour was drawing near. He would begin the indoctrination soon. SPOILER!!: Crane Quote:
Originally Posted by Deezerz Lilith had imagined her first day at Hogwarts completely different. Instead it so far consisted of an ambush, theft and vomit. Yes, vomit. The Slytherin common room had NOT been the place to be in last night.
She walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with proper posture. No signs of having had terrible sleep. In fact. She wore a bit of a dark under eye glamour to hide the lack of sleep. Her hair, which is naturally wavy, was curled nicely. Lilith was the picture of natural beauty without makeup. Thanks to her mom genes for that.
“Morning, Headmaster,” she greeted politely, and only because she had to. Major trust issues here.
Not knowing anyone, she went to stand near a pair of housemates she’s so far had some sort of interaction with (Claudine and Curtis). She was still keeping her lips sealed, so she waved at them. Hello. How do you dooooo. "Good morning." Was that the last of them? At least this one didn't look like she had been run over by an erumpent. These children needed to pull themselves together.
With the hour now at hand, Rosier flicked his wand with a flourish. The large doors slammed shut with a harsh BANG. He was not particularly fond of the Trent man, but this was a habit he had gotten into in the last year and didn't mind keeping. "Let's begin, shall we? I know exactly where we'll start. For those of you who haven't gotten a clue, we are not nearly as stupid as some of you would hope. You need only take a look around at some of your classmates and their new headwear to realise this." Lying on a form....when there were student records in the Headmaster's Office.
Just how stupid were these children? "Did you think we wouldn't find out? Did you think we'd trust you enough to not check for ourselves? This was a test and some of you have already failed. You've now made things harder for yourselves, congratulations."
The marks on their foreheads were the least of their concerns. "I've tried reasoning with the lot of you. I've made it clear if you follow along, things will go as smooth as possible and no one will have to get hurt. Keep testing me. Keep trying to push your luck. It won't end well for you, trust me. Moving on. Let's talk about the stain on our society. Muggles. Why should we not tolerate muggles? What makes them as bad as they are? What's wrong with them?"
Would they be stupid enough to protest and raise hell? He half hoped so. OOC: First question is up! You have 24-28 hrs before we move on! If you're late, jump in anyway, just pretend you've already been here! Otherwise, if you DO want to be late, remember the door is sealed. They would have to knock. Also, if you never posted at the feast but your child would've lied on their form about their blood status, feel free to RP them receiving the mark on their forehead as well. Please be realistic. If they did lie, they would definitely have the mark. You can also PM this account with blood status info ^^ |