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Hogwarts RPG Name: Roman Gellar Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arden Toros Gryffindor Sixth Year x4 x1
| A Poop * k8 * SPOILER!!: all the questions, all the SINISTERNESS Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Right then, time to start with a queston! Only... someone had one for him first.
...could Aboli just chill for a second?! William glanced behind him at the rustling hedge, as though something was in it that could hear her question. He also made a half knock-it-off gesture at his neck, something like a karate chop motion. "You'll be expected to attend all your lessons and do your best to learn everything a proper wizard should know, Ms. Song," he replied swiftly and loudly, almost coldly, though he didn't exactly make eye contact with her as he said this.
As for her sanity....? Well, he kinda tilted her head at her as though urging her to just... just knock it off. Because why make life more difficult for all of them by asking these things?! She was a Slytherin. Surely she'd understand the need to save herself. He shook her question off and turned to the rest of the class. "Alright, let's get started." Williamson grunted and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket, where his dragonhide gloves comforted him somewhat. Behind him, the bushes still trembled slightly, and he wondered what else was in there besides what he'd already placed there.
Anyway. He needed to say the right things today to keep the kids on track and in decent spirits, if that were even possible. "I'm Professor..... er, and Groundskeeper Williamson for those of you who don't know me. I've taught here for a few years, worked for the Ministry, and also taught at Hogwarts for a few years before that. Uh, dragons are my specialty and favorite creature, but I really like any animal. The more dangerous, the better."
He offered them a half-hearted smile and continued. "Today we've got an XXXXX rated creature here. You'll probably quickly figure out what it is." He raised a brownish gray eyebrow. "But before you can face this fantastic beast, you need to prepare yourself. So what do you already know about hybrid creatures? What makes a magical creature 'hybrid'? How/why could these creatures be considered more dangerous than a regular creature?"
Williamson pulled one hand out from his pocket to gesture at them. "Feel free to build on each others' answers and if you're a firstie or a transfer student, tell me your name, too. I'm NOT having you fill out any stupid forms, I just want to know what I'm supposed to call you." There, see? They were in this together. He couldn't say much more, but he did have a determined glint in his brown eyes. Quote:
Originally Posted by Inquisitorial Squad There were, in fact, several people listening quite intently from behind the hedges. Without much prompting, three of them emerged from the bushes, one taking up a spot of prominence from beside the professor, and two swooping into the crowd of students. Their faces completely obscured by their hoods, they moved through, sniffing at the children's hair, flicking their wands at an untied shoe, a loosely clasped cloak, or an askew tie.
One hovered just behind the former Slytherin prefect (kayquilz), as though WAITING for her to move or say the wrong thing or ask more stupid questions.
The other stood beside the small Gryffindor (DaniDiNardo) who dared to mention Headmaster Rosier in the same breath with the term half-blood. This observer tapped a long black wand in their free hand as they watched her. Tap. Tap. Tap.
The hooded figure beside the professor unearthed a quill and parchment from their robes, beginning to scribble furiously as the children answered his question. Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
There they were. William had had a feeling he was being watched, as this entire lesson the fine hairs on the back of his neck had been standing up. He took a deep breath and nodded to the... the... what were these people called again? The Watchers? He was suddenly feeling awkward and underqualified under their (completely hidden?!) eyes. He chewed at his lip and did his best to conjure up a chalkboard, because once again, he'd forgotten to drag it over. (But to be fair, he HAD built an entire hedge maze for the lesson, so he deserved SOME credit.)
A kiddie-sized play chalkboard appeared and William had to stifle a groan as he tucked his wand away again. Great. So while everyone else was going to possibly be murdered by the Neo-Alliance, he was going to be fired for being an incompetent idiot. Well. At least then he'd get severance pay! Ha! Ha!
No, uh, this was no laughing matter. He rubbed at his forehead, wondering what the hell that bloke was writing down about him, and turned back to the kids. Behind him, a few of their correct answers appeared on the chalkboard. It was unfortunate that no one had guessed the creature(s) in the hedge, because this lesson may come as a shock to them. William took a breath and rubbed his hands together. "Today you'll be facing a creature that does have a history with the Triwizard Tournament, as Blake Ryan mentioned earlier. What can you tell me about the cockatrice, and how do you survive one?" Please, kids, show their guests that you know a thing or two.
Aboli followed his eyes...and....was apt enough at reading body language that she simply nodded, looking away from him. "Yes sir, I understand." She crossed her arms, realizing...were they ever safe from ears anywhere? What about the common room last night? Or or...at lunch...in the treehouse?
It was only when someone - from the bushes! - came to stand very near her that she seized up. She didn't like people so close to her. Making sure her gloves were on tightly, making sure none of her skin was exposed besides her face, Aboli tried to inch herself just a CENTIMETER away. She was nervous...she did not want to risk touching them. She did not want to inflict herself with their emotions. If they had any. Her cheeks were turning so red, burning, that she found it hard to focus on W's question at hand. "Doesn't a cockatrice egg come from a rooster? And a frog...is the one to sit atop it?" Aboli thought maybe she was getting that mixed up with a basilisk. Didn't basilisks have something to do with chickens too? "Or is that a basilisk, professor?" she was nervous. Those people...she had one so close to her. She could feel her heart beating so rapidly.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |