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Class 1, Segment A: Hexes and Jinxes and Curses, Oh My! The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was cold, dank and dimly lit by dreary light streaming through the windows, supplanted by a few sputtering candles hanging in sconces. Long, dark wood tables filled the room, each paired with two sturdy wooden stools and inkwells for the students' use. On the walls of the classroom were horrific moving pictures of people writhing in excruciating pain, as well as images of men and women suffering from cruel cursed deformities. On the bottom of each frame there was a small plaque indicating the spell that was depicted in the photograph. At the front of the classroom there was a large, dusty chalkboard and a lectern. There was also a desk laden with ancient books and an assemblage of dark detectors whirring away busily. The professor was not yet in the room. The charmed chalkboard contained a simple message: http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/o...it/class1a.png ooc: Please RP entering the class and I will bring in the Professor as soon as we have a fair amount of people in attendance. Please do not use this as a chat thread or I will delete your posts without further warning! This class session will be open until Monday evening (possibly Tuesday evening) EST to allow people of every time zone ample time to participate. :) |
Chris Potter walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom a little nervous. He had not enjoyed his last encounter with Professor Kazimeriz. He remembered it began with him giving him a gift of a small model dragon at the start of term feast and ended with him losing Gryffindor 5 points for attempted bribery and illegal exportation of creatures! He walked quietly into the class and chose a seat near the middle not wanting to be too close to the old professor. He looked around as he sat and noticed the Teacher wasn't here yet. He let out a sigh. |
Jake entered the shudder-worthy classroom, trying to avoid looking at the walls where the icky pictures were. Thank Merlin the KaziMan hadn't arrived... Jake wasn't up to being eyed by a freakish old man. But no! Jake had to start using the dude's proper name... KrazyKazi- NO! Professor Kazimeriz. He took a seat and waited. |
Nathaniel walked into the classroom and found a open table in the back of the room. He set his backpack next to his seat and sat down. He was excited for DADA but had heard the Professor wasn't that nice. |
Ana walked into the classroom. Ok... this is a little scary she thought seeing all the moving pictures. "Hello Professor" and she slowly walked and sat down in one of chair in the back of the room. |
Cela entered the class, read the board and took a seat front and centre. She arranged her things and began to read over the notes she'd been making. She was so excited. Professor Kazimeriz was soooo distinguished! |
Juniper was terrified. She had been terrified about walking into classrooms before, but this time, she was fairly certain that she was not the only one. This time, she was not the only one intelligent enough to have fear. She had heard about this professor. And she was ninety-nine-point-nine percent positive that he did eat children. But she needed to learn, so she was willing to face being eaten. After all, there were a ton of other students who would attend the class, right? So the odds were good that someone else would be eaten instead of her. It was not as if she was walking into a definitive death. Only a probable one. The fourth year spotted Celandine already seated and quickly claimed the seat next to her. Cela was |
Tobi RAN to class. He'd heard frightening things about this professor and he had NO intention of upsetting him with tardiness. With his bookbag THUMP THUMP THUMPing against his back Tobi burst into the classroom among the very first few pupils. "WHOOOOA!" and tripped over his own feet. Bang! his bag skidded across the floor and hit a desk at the front of the class. "I meant to do that?" Tobi whispered, red faced, and not a little He began the embarrassing work of picking himself and his scattered books and supplies up from the floor. |
As she walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Anna wrapped her arms around her body, the cold temperatures already affecting her. Had she known it'd be this cold, she'd have brought a jacket...or a coat. Anna headed straight for a table towards the middle of the room, not having enough courage to sit any closer to this professor. She nervously glanced at a few of the pictures on the wall, her eyes growing wide when she realized what they were depicting. She turned her head back towards the chalkboard in the front of the room, read the message, and then sat quietly. No way was she going to chat in this man's class. She'd just sit quietly and await the moment she'd been dreading since the first day of school---Professor Kazimeriz's class. |
Abby walks into the classroom. She surprised Professor Kazimirez isn't waiting for them. I guess he likes to make a grand entrance. The better to intimidate his students. Abby smiles to herself. For some strange reason she's looking forward to this class. Of couse she's no fool. This class will probably be like visiting the professor in his office. Professor Kazimirez demand payment for his valuable time. I wonder how much an hour class cost, so far my visits to his office have cost me ten house points. I sure hope an hour class isn't too expensive. I can't afford to loose many more house points. Abby finds a seat next to Celine she believes. I think that's what Copernicus called he in the paddock. I should introduce myself, but maybe outside of this class would be better. |
She walked into class with a determined look on her face. She wasn't going to let that walking corpse get the better of her. She was a Greenwood and she was not going to be pushed around. She walked down the isle and found a seat next to Jake. "Hey Jake," she whispered. |
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Defense Against the Dark Arts; the scariest subject he'd ever been to before. As Cam entered the classroom he tried to fold his arms because of how cold it was in the room. There was no professor yet, which was good because he heard how dark and evil the man was. Could have barely walked but extremely mean so he tried his best to have classroom etiquette today. What was his name again, Professor Kazi... Professor Krazi? Krazimirror. BLEH. He looked around to find a seat but only found much scarier stuff around the room. Moving pictures... HORRIFYING moving pictures all over the room. There were men and women in torture, he felt like running to the pictures and banging his hands on it. And then he saw even more scarier pictures, so scary that he felt like ... like--He quickly covered his mouth, took a seat in the middle and waited for the professor to come in and begin the lesson. Breaaaathe. You're in a happy place, in a place full of meadows and butterflies and flying hippos. You see yourself in the middle with a small smile--AND WHAT IS THAT?! AN OLD MAN, DRESSED IN LEOTARDS IS BEHIND YOU! FLEE. FLEEEE. He shuddered from his imaginary place and took a deep breath before looking down on his desk again, afraid to look up and see a horrifying picture in front of him. |
Qaz entered and sat at one of the tables in the back. She was really looking forward to this class. |
Seymour bounced into the classroom, beaming brightly at the mostly empty desks. The large DADA textbook clutched to the front of his robes, he wandered throughout the desks and chairs and plopped down at the very front of the classroom. He glanced around at the other students coming in, grinning excitedly. Sure, it was a bit dank, and just a tad bit disquieting-- but it was one of the most important classes taught at Hogwarts, and it seemed like it would be interesting. He eyed the old books on the desk a bit enviously, waiting for the class to begin. |
Kayla made her way briskly into the DADA classroom and noticed immediately that the Professor was not there and she hid her disappointment. She thought Professor Kazimeriz was extremely cool and this was by far her favourite subject. She made her way to an empty seat, right behind Celandine, so that she could keep an eye on the younger girl. |
Knowing that she wasn't late, Willow stepped inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom calmly and with a rather absentminded expression -she was distracted, no surprise there- painted on her face. And then, the absentminded expression left her face, as the classroom snapped her back to reality. Blinking a few times at the horrible paintings that decorated the walls of the classroom, the girl's forest green eyes opened wide for a second as she observed them. Those paintings were rather. . . disturbing. Shuddering delicately and blinking once again in order to smooth her expression, the girl passed a red-faced Tobi without even noticing him, and went to take seat in the very back of the classroom. If the way this classroom looked was some kind of. . . sample of how the professor and the entire lesson would be, the young Ravenclaw was one hundred percent she did not want to take seat in the front of the classroom. |
Tobi scrambled, trembling, to get all his quills, his books, parchment and ink bottles together before he got into trouble. Quickly Quickly! I don't want to Shame my House! I don't want to Shame my Family! I don't want to be turned into an Newt. I don't want to die! He gathered just about everything but a shattered bottle of green ink just under a seat next to Celandine. He chose that seat. Maybe the Professor wouldn't notice. Maybe. Unlikely. He nodded at Cela and sat looking forward as if she wasn't there at all, ramrod straight in the seat, pale and sweaty. I'm a deadman. |
Camira anxiously walked into the classroom, and quickly took a seat. She took out her usual materials and flipped through the book for the umpteenth time. She was going to prove that she deserved advanced projects. That was for sure. |
Garret found himself holding the door open for Daphne, his, he swallowed miserably - girlfriend. It still shook him now, he still didn't know how it had happened. But here he was, actually arriving at a class early with Daphne in tow. Hopefully KraziKaz would jinx him into a coma. |
William entered the room, shivering slightly as he sat down at his desk. Was it him or was it cold in this castle? Everywhere he went he shivered, looking for a warm place. He was looking forward to class, hopefully he wouldn't mess up like in the other class. |
Jake nodded over at Cameron, giggling as he saw the bow stare down at the table. Awwww... bless. "Hi Paris," Jake smiled, pulling out his book, ink and parchment, and preparing himself for Right? |
This classroom was a perfect example of how she felt, thought Daphne as she walked past Garret reluctantly handing him a small in thanks for his act of chivalry sparked by the undying love he had proclaimed to her. Daphne wondered if along with those poor people, hexed, tortured and deformed in Professor Kazimeriz' paintings would be a portrait of her, trying to run away from Garret. "Thank you," she finally said to Garret while she truthfully wanted to tell him he was standing far too close to her for comfort. Re-adjusting the strap of her school bag on her shoulder, Daphne bit her lip and chose an empty seat. |
What Garret really wanted to do was put himself directly in front of Kazimariz' way so that the man/monster could put him out of his misery. But what he actually did (cowardly Hufflepuff that he was turning out to be) was take the seat beside Daphne quietly. He took out a piece of parchment, the textbook and a quill and waited. The low chatter around the class making the pronounced silence between Daphne and him even more obvious, and if possible, even more awkward. |
Mariel walked tentatively into the classroom, determined to not let her first impression of Professor Kazimeriz deter her from doing well in his class. That's right, Kazimeriz. She had been practicing his name over and over to be sure she could pronounce it correctly before attending his class as she was sure he'd find it disrespectful if she didn't call him by his proper name. Wishing she had brought her cloak as the room didn't seem much warmer than the crisp autumn air outdoors, the thirteen year old first glanced up at the front of the room to respectfully greet the professor. Finding that he wasn't in the classroom, she let out the breath that she had previously been unaware that she had been holding. Then the Ravenclaw girl glanced around the room looking for a suitable seat. She had intended on sitting front and center to show that she was willing and eager to learn, but upon seeing that those seats were unexpectedly taken, she settled for sitting behind the two Ravenclaw girls that were in the front row. Mariel immediately pulled out her textbook and began skimming through the chapter she had already read in preparation for the class. Then she froze. What if the professor found her to be presumptuous in taking out her book before she was instructed to? Would he take points away from her again? She bit her lower lip as she contemplated putting her book away. But what if she did and he found her to be wasting valuable time in his classroom? She was completely unsure of what to do, but in the end decided she was being silly and kept her book where it was. A little extra reading couldn't hurt and it would distract her from the horrific pictures hung all over the room. |
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