06-22-2022, 12:48 AM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Fourth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron | That's a wrap! ^_^ Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Norman continued guiding the plastic knives with his wand, watching as they flew in a straight line from the box to the dummies at the back. Although his eyes remained locked on their course the whole time, he was very much aware of everything going on behind the glass walls. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Anders and Blackthorne making excellent progress with their spellwork. If his count was correct, they each had four apiece.
It looked like Bryce was doing a good job as well. A half-transformation was better than none at all. Not a bad start at all! Each of the three students got an approving nod, though he refrained from verbal praise for the time being so as not to break their concentration… or his own.
Momentarily looking away from the knives just long enough to check his watch, he saw that class time was winding down. “And that’s time! Good work, everyone!” he called. The knives stopped flying, dropping where they were, and a flick of his wand summoned all of the untransfigured knives back into the box. Although the knives were essentially harmless, he didn’t want the students to get any ideas about smuggling them out of the classroom. “You may come out from behind the walls now and collect your things.”
He waited a few minutes for the students to emerge before giving the homework assignment, “Your homework: practice Scarpafors on two different types of knives around the school. Class dismissed!” OOC: Thanks for participating! I’ll leave the thread open for up to 24 more hours for those who want to post their character leaving.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |
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