09-19-2009, 03:20 PM
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| Kneazle
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane W. Fordyce First Year | Cheesy Mac Quote:
Originally Posted by Whitterz Torin headed into the classroom and took a seat smiling at Professor Shackleton. "Hello, Professor Shackleton!" he called out to her, ready to start the lesson. "Hello, Mr. Kane. Hope you had an enjoyable summer!" Quote:
Originally Posted by hermione9495 Nikki walked into the Arithmancy classroom, her hands shaking a little. This was her first class at Hogwarts. She wasn't really the best at Arithmancy, but she wasn't horrible. "Um...hello Professor." Nikki said smiling at the professor. She sat down at a desk and glanced at the leather book in front of her. It's pages were completely empty. I wonder what were doing... "Good morning, Ms. Finn." Seeing the student eyeing the book, Professor Shackleton addressed it, "I'll explain what that is for in just a few minutes." Quote:
Originally Posted by fire_faerie First class of the year - Arithmancy. Rachel Rider strode into the classroom with a confident air about her, and headed towards her favourite seat at the front of the classroom, beside the wall. "Morning, Professor Shackleton!" she called to the Professor with a genuine smile as she crossed her on the way to her seat. "Had a good summer?" Mine was awful.
Her bright demeanor disappeared for a second and anyone who had seen the slight change would have noticed that she wasn't bright at all under the numerous glamor charms she had applied to herself this morning. Yesterday - especially last night - had taught her two things. One, she had to take care of her looks since she wouldn't feel any better about herself if she looked like a hag. And two, she needed to stop thinking about her past.
She was a sixth year, proud Ravenclaw and Prefect. NOTHING and NO ONE would get her down. Apart from herself - and she wasn't going to let that happen.
She hoped that no one who had seen her last night was here today - only THEY would notice that she was WAY too fresh, happy and confident for it to be natural. Hopefully Shackleton hadn't seen her at the feast either...
Now, what on earth was this lesson going to be about? "Good morning, my dear. I had an absolutely delightful summer! Nearly perfect," save for the my hearing of the death of Professor Forrester, but let's not bring that up now. Going to pieces when you have a class to teach is not ideal. "I hope your summer was enjoyable as well!" "Class, we'll get started officially in just a few more minutes."
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