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Mad Eye Touz 
Plymouth was pretty sure that his initial feelings that all DADA professors hated him were correct. It figured that this term would start exactly as the last. Plymouth said something that was apparently wrong, the DADA professor would hex him, and then take points away. At least it was Jelly Legs and not ear hair this time though. Maybe this slightly younger professor had a fraction of heart left. Maybe. Doubtful, but maybe.
"Sure, Professor. You can even hold your breath until I get back." Plymouth got up, promptly fell to the ground in a jelly-legged mess, and started crawling out of the room. He only had to crawl up seven stories and back again in fifteen minutes after all. Using mostly his arms, Plymouth dragged himself across the classroom and to the door. It was only five points, he guessed. He'd get that back in Herbology no sweat.
Marcus watched as the boy crawled out of the classroom and he couldn't help himself, he burst out into a loud raucous laugh. That was one kid he would have to watch. He had a feeling he was more of a class clown than anything else. he liked it when the kids could amuse him. Okay so back to the lesson at hand.
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Krissy Moon Turning the holster over in her hands, Krissy inspected it closely. Nice solid yet pliable form with buckles that looked as though it would keep the holster firmly attached to her ankle, even if the ankle somehow became detached from the rest of her body.
Bending over she made quick work of securing the thing to her ankle. Pointing and flexing her foot the thing felt like part of her. In her school skirts it was noticeable, but there was no trousers to slow her down. She would lack an element of surprise, but may have a speed advantage. Crouching once again she put her willow wand in place and waited further instruction.
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dingDong Well at least they didn't have to fight off flying rabid unicorns, right? This was more like a competition. Bleeh. Cam looked at Clifford for a mere 10 seconds or so when he cheered him on. Pressure. He was pressured by the Head Boy and he did NOT like pressure (well, most of the times). But now Cam considered Cliff to be one of his fans! Seee, he DID have some sort of a reputation. He and Cliff were 'tight or as they say it back in the ancient days in the muggle world. He gave him a look, clearly a look which said "I'll give ya my autograph later!" OOOH. Maybe Clifford would be the very first person he would give his autograph to, what an honor indeed.
Looking back at the professor, he nodded and put on the hip holster. Weeeeee. From his side pocket, he got his wand and then placed it inside the holster. Ohhhhh his competition were girls. That would mean it would be easy... right?
RIGHT?!
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EquestrianGal88 Lettie took the holster and secured it around her...clumsily to boot. It took a moment to get the holster in the right position and it pinched her a little as she tightened it.
She got her wand in place and made sure that everything was at a good angle so that reaching it would be fairly easy. Leticia looked to Lawson with a smile, nodding that she was ready...finally.
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Luna Laufghudd "Ooohh..." Miranda's mouth formed into an 'O' as she witnessed the jelly legs jinx being performed on the young student. One really had to be prepared in this class, which made her even more nervous at the thought of being infront of the class.
Her eyes followed the Professor as he started handing out different types of holsters. As Miranda was given the 'shoulder holster', her eyes became bigger as she stared at it. How are you supposed to put this on?
Turning it around a few times, Miranda put it on, hopefully the right way, trying to remember how that guy from the movie had done it (though it was under his jacket). Sheplaced her wand on the wand-holder-thingy and waited for further instructions, all the while glancing at the other students. This should be allright...
He nodded as each of his volunteers placed their holsters on. He stepped forward and tightened the Hufflepuff's up a little bit. Marcus turned to look at the Slytherin boy and he frowned slightly. "Which is your wand hand?" Gah...this was frustrating. "And please can you each tell more your names?"