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MadMadamMalfoy · 02-12-2024, 09:50 PM

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

With a last vague shiver, Ary stepped into the Transfiguration classroom and was immediately greeted with more warmth than exuded from his clothing. Temperature was put out of his mind, however, as he saw the immediate differences to the place. It just might be that the class would be practicing something on those dummies... something to do with clothing maybe, since there was a wardrobe?

With that deduction in mind, he wiggled his fingers in Carton's direction before taking a seat on the left side bench. Yep, he will forever favour the left side. Ary put his bag beside him, hugging it subconsciously while waiting for the room to fill up.

Norman hadn't been waiting long when the students began to file in, starting with Atreyu-Rehman. The boy’s finger wiggle got a slight smile from him. “Hello, Mr. Atreyu-Rehman,” he greeted, his gaze following the boy to the left side bench.

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Originally Posted by astrocat

"Hi, Professor Carton. good to see you." Brandon... may have felt some lingering anxiety at the idea of taking a 'side', even though he was assured that it didn't matter. What if he was sitting on the wrong side? And why was the classroom set up so strangely? Were they going to have to fight the ice dummies? He stood there for a moment, not doing anything.

Feeling exhausted after a long week of homework and studying, Brandon simply chose the left side, and tried not to think too hard about it. He intended to take out his notebook, but his eyes blinked closed somewhere along the way and he fell asleep. He fidgeted and flinched, bothered by some unknown nightmare.

Yeah, Brandon was Tired with a capital T. He promised he was listening, though...

Fox’s arrival was likewise met with a smile. “Hello, Mr. Fox. Nice to see you too,” Norman replied. Another one for the left side, not that it made any difference. The benches were simply for organizational purposes. He watched the boy take his seat, somewhat concerned by the fidgeting. Wait, was he asleep?

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Originally Posted by natethegreat

Eugh, Transfiguration.

Sighing with an audible exhale, the crisp breath outwards would lightly be visible due to the frigid temperature. Not fully in the sense of how it would be if this class were taken outside, but it certainly did form into a vague and condensed mist out in the cold corridor. To basically put it, Archie wasn't necessarily happy to be going to this class, and the weather only made the mood worse. The certain, acquired disposition for this subject, in particular, was whole-heartedly only topped by his lack of interest in Care of Magical Creatures; albeit the dislike in both was for different reasons. While the former was simply out of a lack of understanding in the course, the latter was caused by fear and dismay at the plethora of creatures that were studied. No matter though, he would still at least make the attempt to put on the facade of being content to be there, regardless of whether or not it was true. Such was the general disposition of the boy; as his Aunt always told him 'fake it 'til you make it'.

Upon entering the room itself, at least one of the problems would be solved. It was much warmer in here compared to the hallway, which allowed for at least a temporary sense of relief to wash over Archibold.

Taking a seat at one of the benches on the right side of the classroom, a wave would be given to both Ary and Brandon on the way there. Then, when seated, he'd turn to the front to give the same greeting to the Professor; also adding a "Hello Professor Carton, how's your day going?" Although the smile was somewhat forced, it wasn't super obvious. At least in Archie's opinion, it wasn't. After all this was said and done, he'd also make note of the line of pearlescent mannequins situated at the back of the class. It brought to question what they would be doing, but it was only a matter of time until he found out.

Norman had studied enough body language in his time to know a forced smile when he saw one, but he also knew that drawing attention to one rarely solved anything. “Hello, Mr. O’Brien,” he greeted, pretending to be oblivious. “It’s gone well so far, thank you. How’s yours?”

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Originally Posted by aRogueOne

Having spent the winter break at Hogwarts, Hopper didn’t really feel the cold as much as he thought he would. He’d spent a lot of time out in it, as a matter of fact, and as such, it was almost as if he’d somehow developed thicker skin. With that being said, it was Friday afternoon and this seventh year Gryffindor was tired.

Entering the classroom, he instantly began shedding layers as he walked over to where the desks were, except, they weren’t there. “Benches. Huh. Had a winter clean professor?” he asked with a smile on his face. Pivoting, he headed straight over to the benches and put down his hat, scarf and cloak.

Hooper flashed the other students a smile as he folded his cloak and put the rest of his clothes in a nice, neat pile before turning, ready for the lesson to start.

Norman had to stifle a chuckle as Ridley-Rush removed several layers. Maybe he should’ve mentioned on the class notice that the room would be heated. Making a mental note to do that for the next lesson, he greeted the boy, “Hello, Mr. Ridley-Rush.” The mention of cleaning got a slight smile. “Something like that.” The reason for the benches would become clear soon.

After allowing a few minutes for stragglers, Norman checked his watch. It read 1:00 on the dot… time to start the lesson. He pointed his wand at the door, and it closed with a click. “Good afternoon, everyone,” he addressed the group. “Time for another transfiguration lesson.”

He paused for a moment to allow time for the students to focus on him before continuing, “Let’s start off with a hypothetical scenario: Imagine you’re running from a dangerous person or creature. What can you conjure to subdue or slow down your opponent? Although there are other branches of transfiguration you could use, let’s focus on conjuration for now.”

OOC: Class has officially begun! Jump in at any time; just post as if your character has been here all along unless you want IC consequences for late arrival. You’ll have 22-24 HOURS for this question.

02-12-2024, 09:50 PM	#6 (permalink)
MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,115 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	Question 1 Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll SPOILER!!: individual replies ^_^ Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 With a last vague shiver, Ary stepped into the Transfiguration classroom and was immediately greeted with more warmth than exuded from his clothing. Temperature was put out of his mind, however, as he saw the immediate differences to the place. It just might be that the class would be practicing something on those dummies... something to do with clothing maybe, since there was a wardrobe? With that deduction in mind, he wiggled his fingers in Carton's direction before taking a seat on the left side bench. Yep, he will forever favour the left side. Ary put his bag beside him, hugging it subconsciously while waiting for the room to fill up. Norman hadn't been waiting long when the students began to file in, starting with Atreyu-Rehman. The boy’s finger wiggle got a slight smile from him. “Hello, Mr. Atreyu-Rehman,” he greeted, his gaze following the boy to the left side bench. Quote: Originally Posted by astrocat "Hi, Professor Carton. good to see you." Brandon... may have felt some lingering anxiety at the idea of taking a 'side', even though he was assured that it didn't matter. What if he was sitting on the wrong side? And why was the classroom set up so strangely? Were they going to have to fight the ice dummies? He stood there for a moment, not doing anything. Feeling exhausted after a long week of homework and studying, Brandon simply chose the left side, and tried not to think too hard about it. He intended to take out his notebook, but his eyes blinked closed somewhere along the way and he fell asleep. He fidgeted and flinched, bothered by some unknown nightmare. Yeah, Brandon was Tired with a capital T. He promised he was listening, though... Fox’s arrival was likewise met with a smile. “Hello, Mr. Fox. Nice to see you too,” Norman replied. Another one for the left side, not that it made any difference. The benches were simply for organizational purposes. He watched the boy take his seat, somewhat concerned by the fidgeting. Wait, was he asleep? Quote: Originally Posted by natethegreat Eugh, Transfiguration. Sighing with an audible exhale, the crisp breath outwards would lightly be visible due to the frigid temperature. Not fully in the sense of how it would be if this class were taken outside, but it certainly did form into a vague and condensed mist out in the cold corridor. To basically put it, Archie wasn't necessarily happy to be going to this class, and the weather only made the mood worse. The certain, acquired disposition for this subject, in particular, was whole-heartedly only topped by his lack of interest in Care of Magical Creatures; albeit the dislike in both was for different reasons. While the former was simply out of a lack of understanding in the course, the latter was caused by fear and dismay at the plethora of creatures that were studied. No matter though, he would still at least make the attempt to put on the facade of being content to be there, regardless of whether or not it was true. Such was the general disposition of the boy; as his Aunt always told him 'fake it 'til you make it'. Upon entering the room itself, at least one of the problems would be solved. It was much warmer in here compared to the hallway, which allowed for at least a temporary sense of relief to wash over Archibold. Taking a seat at one of the benches on the right side of the classroom, a wave would be given to both Ary and Brandon on the way there. Then, when seated, he'd turn to the front to give the same greeting to the Professor; also adding a "Hello Professor Carton, how's your day going?" Although the smile was somewhat forced, it wasn't super obvious. At least in Archie's opinion, it wasn't. After all this was said and done, he'd also make note of the line of pearlescent mannequins situated at the back of the class. It brought to question what they would be doing, but it was only a matter of time until he found out. Norman had studied enough body language in his time to know a forced smile when he saw one, but he also knew that drawing attention to one rarely solved anything. “Hello, Mr. O’Brien,” he greeted, pretending to be oblivious. “It’s gone well so far, thank you. How’s yours?” Quote: Originally Posted by aRogueOne Having spent the winter break at Hogwarts, Hopper didn’t really feel the cold as much as he thought he would. He’d spent a lot of time out in it, as a matter of fact, and as such, it was almost as if he’d somehow developed thicker skin. With that being said, it was Friday afternoon and this seventh year Gryffindor was tired. Entering the classroom, he instantly began shedding layers as he walked over to where the desks were, except, they weren’t there. “Benches. Huh. Had a winter clean professor?” he asked with a smile on his face. Pivoting, he headed straight over to the benches and put down his hat, scarf and cloak. Hooper flashed the other students a smile as he folded his cloak and put the rest of his clothes in a nice, neat pile before turning, ready for the lesson to start. Norman had to stifle a chuckle as Ridley-Rush removed several layers. Maybe he should’ve mentioned on the class notice that the room would be heated. Making a mental note to do that for the next lesson, he greeted the boy, “Hello, Mr. Ridley-Rush.” The mention of cleaning got a slight smile. “Something like that.” The reason for the benches would become clear soon. After allowing a few minutes for stragglers, Norman checked his watch. It read 1:00 on the dot… time to start the lesson. He pointed his wand at the door, and it closed with a click. “Good afternoon, everyone,” he addressed the group. “Time for another transfiguration lesson.” He paused for a moment to allow time for the students to focus on him before continuing, “Let’s start off with a hypothetical scenario: Imagine you’re running from a dangerous person or creature. What can you conjure to subdue or slow down your opponent? Although there are other branches of transfiguration you could use, let’s focus on conjuration for now.” OOC: Class has officially begun! Jump in at any time; just post as if your character has been here all along unless you want IC consequences for late arrival. You’ll have 22-24 HOURS for this question. __________________ 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...