Ema glanced at Borr before turning to Xander. He had better NOT fault her for speaking this time. "My name?" she asked the boy. Well, yes of course. How about Emalyn Stickitupyourol'wazoo Daniels? That sounded right. But of course she wimped out. "Emalyn Daniels."

Pffft. Who cared? Let everyone know who didn't "properly greet" the biggest pair of lungs in a century, and interrupt his crazy yelling with a friendly hello to a fellow Hufflepuff!

And to think this man kicked one of the nicest teachers out of his office...the stinkin little round ball of...ugh. Emalyn couldn't remember being this frustrated in ages. She turned and sat next to Miranda at her chair again.

LouAnn snapped to attention when the Borr man started yelling, again quite LOUDLY. No frazzling wonder the current History of Magic professor vacated his office so willingly. One look at this Borr man---yelling and screaming, with his cane waving so wildly about---and one would be willing to do lots of things they'd normally not do. Only one sophisticated student, though? One? What was wrong with the way the rest of the students entered? To say that LouAnn was confused would be an understatement. Flabbergasted would be a little closer to what she was at this very moment.

What had that one boy, some Ravenclaw LouAnn of course didn't know, do that the rest of the students hadn't? Whoa. Wait. Whaa? Everyone had to re-enter the room and greet the professor---properly? LouAnn supposed it was the way she glanced down and didn't meet the professor's eyes that did it in for her the first go round. Maybe she should glance up and look the man eye-to-eye this time? Or, maybe she should just get in line after a few others, so that she could watch and see what they did. Hmm...alright. That sounded good to her.

LouAnn stood from her chair, grabbed her bookbag, and walked back out the door. Frightening, this was. Frightening. Once in line, LouAnn watched as a Ravenclaw girl---oh, brave soul---entered with her nose in the air. A few others greeted the professor by saying hello and how are you and you're looking well. All sorts of random polite phrases that LouAnn supposed would be easy enough to say. When her turn rolled around, LouAnn smiled and greeted the professor with, "Hello, Professor Borr. I'm LouAnn Purple. It's nice to meet you." There. She came, saw, and conquered, and was free to return to her seat. She took a deep breath, then went right back to the seat she'd sat in before.

Wait. Wait. Whose name?

Confused, Livvy glanced between fellow Ravenclaw Lucy and Xander. Whose name did Icky Lord Borr want? If she had the guts, she'd put that guy straight. There was no reason why they were only allowed to greet him and no one else. Who did he think he was? The KING? Whose world was this guy living in?

"My name, Xander?" Livvy questioned the younger boy that she recalled meeting in Diagon Alley only a few weeks ago. "Or Lucy's? ... Olivia Zhang." It didn't matter. The boy could write up either hers or Lucy's. The point was. The guy was insane. And crazy. He had no right to talk to them like that. NO RIGHT. She was going to protest one day.

Evil Borr. EEEVVVIIL.

Abby wishes she knew a spell that would enable her to disapear under the stones of the floor. She hadn't meant to cause such an uproar by just introducing herself. "Lord Borr, sir, may I find myself a seat now please." The last thing Abby was going to do was just walk away without permission. This man is mental to the third degree.

Willie had forgotten about the huge lug and guffawed at Cam's oinking. It sounded higher than his! HE WANTED TO OINK AT THE SAME LEVEL AS HE DID!!! Scrunching his face again and looking like he was about to go, Willie oinked along with his new best friend.

OIIIINKKKKIOINKKKKOINKOINKOINKTYYPOINOINKOINK!!!!! ! This was probably the best bonding moment those both had ever experienced. Along with the poo, of course.

Chris was terrified. He quickly stood up with his things and did as he was instructed. He went out of the room waited a few seconds and then re-entered the classroom. As he walked towards the desks and the front of the room he looked at Professor Borr, making sure to make eye contact and said clearly and loud enough, "Hello Professor Bor, I am Chris Potter.I can't wait to see what you have in store for us this lesson." And before Borr thought he wa spushing his luck he walked quietly back tot he seat he was in before.

Xander couldn't help but to try his best to not shake as he was writing down the names. There was also this straaaange warm sensation he felt, and quickly looked down.

Whew. No pee. Just his muscle coming back to use there.

BACK TO THE STUDENTS.

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DISRESPECTFULLY CHATTING:
Sloane Jackson, Gryffindor
Emalyn Daniels, Hufflepuff
Olivia Zhang, Ravenclaw

He looked at them with a sort of plea in his eyes for forgiveness. Xander wasn't mean - he really wasn't! Besides, he was just crazy. He remembered meeting Livvy in Diagon Alley. Eeep!

Evelyn looked up when she heard...oinking? It was coming from those two boys that disrupted the start of term feast which meant...'Oh god one of those is a Slytherin! We are sooooo losing house points....' she thought irritably, sighing and rolling her eyes at them.

Ema noticed the look in Xander's eye, somewhere between pity and a plea for forgiveness, and smiled up at him from her desk. It wasn't his fault, after all. And the poor guy looked like he was about to faint, besides...

No hard feelings.

Matheu was quite shocked. This would be interesting. He had a feeling that this bizzarre man would make this class quite the untraditional. He got up, left the room and reentered, as he was instructed.
"Good day, Lord Borr," said Matheu. "It is a pleasure to meet you, and to be learning from you this evening."

The student that was up at front asked for his name.
"Matheu Cohdi Rihverr," he said. He pulled out all his materials and was set for class.

Oh Merlin! No wonder the large man had been yelling! Over the racket of oinking two young students were making... It was really a wonder ANYONE could even be heard? Seriously, Dominic was half tempted to use a silencio charm on them but decided against it. He should be able to handle this without use of charms or magic, right?

Even if one of the kids was one who nearly bit his ear off like two years ago. That didn't matter... Because as Head Boy, he was supposed to help out in dealing with the rowdiness that some students appear to have been gifted with.

Drawing a deep breath to keep his focus, the Hufflepuff wondered if he might possibly lose his hair from this year alone. It was quite likely at this rate...

"Oi! Cameron Karsten and Willie Crocker!!" The sixteen year old called over to them. "Hogwarts is hardly appropriate students to be acting as animals. Please save that improvisation stuff to the theater or something. Certainly NOT a lesson, of all places." There. Nice and firm and polite.

Honestly, the girl was outraged. And angry. And upset. If Berty Borr was her little brother, she'd pull that spoiled child by the ear. But unfortunately, he wasn't. He was a full grown man who had the power to do anything, including the creation of tears and causing one to pee in their pants of fear. So obviously... chances of her pulling him by the ear and getting away with it, was highly unlikely.

Livvy glanced over at Xander and in his eyes, he did seem to be scared. His hand shook as he wrote down their names and his eyes seemed to be pleading for forgiveness. The girl just smiled and winked at him. Of course she wasn't going to hate this kid.

He was rather adorable and it wasn't like he intentionally wanted to get them into trouble.

Celandine had been warned about this Borr person, so she was trying her best to be cautious and polite. Don't speak until you are spoken to, right?

Well she supposed that it counted as speaking if Lord (?) Borr actually bellowed at them like that. Unruffled she re-entered the classroom, waited quietly until others were finished greeting him and then offered her best curtsey.

She remained perfectly quiet and let her body language do the talking.

RESTECP!

PIC!!
Miranda smiled wide, Dominic would surely save them all now!
She gave him the thumbs us, hoping it was discreetly done, and turned to watch Emalyn.
Miranda gave Ema a grim smile, squeezing her hand for a second before she slipped her a chocolate frog under the desk. Hopefully that would cheer her up a bit.

Suddenly, there was oinking!
Miranda put a hand over her mouth, not letting a laugh escape her mouth. Geez. Dominic sure had...matured over the summer. She was sure that a year or two ago, he'd be ignoring those boys for lack of interest.

Now Miranda hoped the class could get started... or better yet, finish. And Sooooooooooon!

Oh, and also, that they weren't sitting anywhere near his ''spitting range''...

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"Can I... get your names, please?" he said, squeaking slightly.


Xander couldn't help but to try his best to not shake as he was writing down the names. There was also this straaaange warm sensation he felt, and quickly looked down.

Whew. No pee. Just his muscle coming back to use there.

BACK TO THE STUDENTS.

DISRESPECTFULLY CHATTING:
Sloane Jackson, Gryffindor
Emalyn Daniels, Hufflepuff
Olivia Zhang, Ravenclaw

He looked at them with a sort of plea in his eyes for forgiveness. Xander wasn't mean - he really wasn't! Besides, he was just crazy. He remembered meeting Livvy in Diagon Alley. Eeep!

Lord Borr GLARED. "YOU DID NOT KNOW YOUR CLASSMATES' NAMES?" He ripped the paper from the student's hand, RIPPED IT TO SHREDS, then threw it at the kid's head. "I do NOT need the help of someone that DOES NOT KNOW THEIR CLASSMATES BY NAME!!! I have ENOUGH halfwits, THANK YOU! GO SIT DOWN!!!"

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Phoebus was startled by the bellowing. So startled that when (swoon) Daphne sat next to him he tried to look at her for a moment but missed the desk when attempting to look casual. So his elbow went down and into his knee a bit. Flushing, he got up and sort of awkwardly ran back out the room rather quickly. Coming back in he approached the large and angry Professor Borr slowly, like one would an enranged...giant animal of sorts. " Hello, Professor Borr. My apologies for...notgreetingyourproperlyearlier." He said quickly as he then darted back to his desk, almost knocking it over in his attempt to get into it again so fast. He looked to Louann and then Daphne again, giving a nervous chuckle before patting down his hair. It was probably exceedingly poofy today...and more so now that he was terrified of Berty Borr.

...

Lord Borr....

LAUGHED OUT LOUD. "HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He pointed his cane and LAUGHED. "You LOOK LIKE A FOOL. CLASS! Everyone!! TURN and POINT and LAUGH at the JESTER!! If you ACT foolish in my class, I will TREAT YOU FOOLISHLY! Don't RUN IN MY CLASS. Or act like a SKITTERING MOUSE. SIT. SIT DOWN."

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Dominic could hear the yelling from the kitchen level as he made his way up the stairwells towards the second level and the History Astronomy Classroom. Of course he knew that the man who stole Ethan Truebridge's office and classroom was a bit of a bully (judging from what he witnessed in the Ink shop), but this was an OUTRAGE! No one .... NO ONE, should be allowed to talk to students (or anyone) the way he did. It didn't matter how important this 'Lord Borr' person thought he was; you don't talk to people like that. Even as poor and uncomfortable socially as he was, he knew that.

Nonetheless, as Head Boy - which meant he was pretty important - he was supposed to set a good example. Of course that didn't include letting people like Lord Borr belittle him.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply just outside the classroom to ready himself, the Hufflepuff entered the room. Just talk in a normal tone, Dominic reminded himself. You can confront him or the Headmaster or both later...

"Good afternoon, Lord Borr." Wince. "Dominic Denton, Head Boy, at your . . ." Pause. What was the word he was looking for? ". . . learning room. Pleasure." Which of course, it was NOT, but whatever.

"I did NOT say to give LONG and BORING introductions. I SAID to GREET ME. ME! GREET ME PROPERLY. Do YOU have any idea who I AM? HOW LUCKY YOU ARE? SIT. DOWN. You failed, by the way. FAIL. Sit."

SPOILER!!: pigs

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Willie watched with amazement at the ability to wave his cane wildly, pointing around the room. This man, this man was... Well, that cane looked mighty shiny and other than that the man's clothes looked nice. Willie grinned and looked at Cam, his eyes glinting as if telling him he had an idea.

Throwing back his hood and showing the snout he had, he stood up along with the other students. He didn't mind the snout, really. Lawson had told him and Cam they'd walk around it for a few days, and really it didn't bother him once.

"Cam," he whispered down at the boy, nudging him. "Cam, Cam, look!" Willie then scrunched up his snout and then... oinked.

Oink, oink, oink, oink!!!

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Cam immediately jumped when the professor literally shouted agaaaaain at them. THIS MAN WAS CRAAZZEHHH. RAISED IN A BARN EH??? This man was uh... raised in a CAFETEEERIA. S'RIGHT! He looked a that spazzy kid that went up and then back at the professor.

That man had a CAAAANE. And he was waving it around at students like a tooyyyy. What if he HURT somebody?! WHAT IF HE BEHEADED SOMEBODY?? Honestly Cam was a very, very scared boy right now and and GET UP? Huh? Huhuhuhuhhhh? He simply had an open mouth, suuurpriseeedddd and completely flabbergasted.

He was nudged. And not by a caneeee. By Willie Crocker.

OHHH so the boy still had his snout! AND HE WAS OINKING. Cam suddenly grew distracted from that Lord Borr and simply obseeeerved his snout. How'd HE DO IT?! Cam looked at his own snout, and oinked as well.

OINKITYOINKOINKOOOOINK. He became engrossed in this new discover and oiiinked with Willie s'mooore.

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Willie had forgotten about the huge lug and guffawed at Cam's oinking. It sounded higher than his! HE WANTED TO OINK AT THE SAME LEVEL AS HE DID!!! Scrunching his face again and looking like he was about to go, Willie oinked along with his new best friend.

OIIIINKKKKIOINKKKKOINKOINKOINKTYYPOINOINKOINK!!!!! ! This was probably the best bonding moment those both had ever experienced. Along with the poo, of course.

There were students. In his class. THAT WERE LITERALLY RAISED IN A BARN?!?!!!???!!!! "PIGS," Lord Borr spat, "DO NOT GO TO SCHOOL. They live in MUD and FECES. If I hear one more OINK OUT OF YOU TWO....," Lord Borr left his threat open.

HONESTLY, Lord Borr was SO MERCIFUL. He was letting PIGS....

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A BARN?

What. The. Hell?

Willow Kovac had most certainly NOT been raised in some ruddy barn surrounded by ruddy animals! She did NOT even like animals, for Merlin's Sake. And what was UP with all the YELLING? Was he deaf? Did he think of them as mentally unstable and thus could not listen properly to his WORDS?

What an insufferably rude man.

THIS man was the kind of people her grandfather often warned her about.

Green eyes narrowing at him, Willow stood up, left the classroom and entered again with her nose in the air before taking seat once more.

There. She did NOT talk to rude folk and the Lord What's-His-Last-Name should be thankful that she'd agreed to re-enter.

HMPH.

.... AND EXCEEDINGLY RUDE STUDENTS into his class. He stalked after the young lady, made her MOVE out of her seat with his cane, then pushed her desk up to the front of the room. "YOU will have NO SEAT. YOU can stand since YOU cannot muster up the PROPER RESPECT for me. SO. STAND THERE GIRL. STAND THERE ALL LESSON LONG."

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Abby wishes she knew a spell that would enable her to disapear under the stones of the floor. She hadn't meant to cause such an uproar by just introducing herself. "Lord Borr, sir, may I find myself a seat now please." The last thing Abby was going to do was just walk away without permission. This man is mental to the third degree.

"I wish you WOULD ALREADY. You. are. WASTING. MY TIME. MY TIME," Lord Borr turned on his stubby legs and stalked up to the classroom. "MY TIME, CHILDREN, is VALUABLE."

He wrote his name in BIG LETTERS across the board:

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Lord Berty Borr

He TURNED AROUND to see WHAT was GOING ON NOW?!?! Couldn't he TEACH a SIMPLE LESSON? COULD he NOT? WITHOUT interruptions?!??!!

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Oh Merlin! No wonder the large man had been yelling! Over the racket of oinking two young students were making... It was really a wonder ANYONE could even be heard? Seriously, Dominic was half tempted to use a silencio charm on them but decided against it. He should be able to handle this without use of charms or magic, right?

Even if one of the kids was one who nearly bit his ear off like two years ago. That didn't matter... Because as Head Boy, he was supposed to help out in dealing with the rowdiness that some students appear to have been gifted with.

Drawing a deep breath to keep his focus, the Hufflepuff wondered if he might possibly lose his hair from this year alone. It was quite likely at this rate...

"Oi! Cameron Karsten and Willie Crocker!!" The sixteen year old called over to them. "Hogwarts is hardly appropriate students to be acting as animals. Please save that improvisation stuff to the theater or something. Certainly NOT a lesson, of all places." There. Nice and firm and polite.

"I AM the boss. I HAVE earned that RIGHT! I AM LORD BORR AND YOU ARE just the .. the .. THE WHAT did you call yourself? BIG HEAD? WELL I disagree. YOU have a little HEAD. Now, I believe I TOLD YOU to sit down."

"AND YOU PIGS would DO GOOD to listen to LITTLE HEAD, there!" Lord Borr pointed his cane at LITTLE HEAD and then turned back to the board.



"WHEN I was your AGE I knew exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. I HAD HOPES. I had DREAMS. And look at me today. REALLY, each of you, TAKE A LOOK at ME." Lord Borr waddled across the room so that ALL sides of the class could SEE him.

"ONE AT A TIME, I want you to STAND UP. BOW TO ME. Introduce yourself. Then tell me what it is you wish to be when YOU GROW UP. Assuming you EVER do." Lord Borr was SO TIRED. He was WORKING SO HARD to HELP these STUDENTS. SOOOOOOO HARRRRRRRRRD. He moved into his chair at the front of the desk and sat down, causing something similar to a weak earthquake in the classroom.

"GO ON. I dont HAVE ALL DAY. 1. STAND UP. 2. BOW. 3. NAME YOURSELF. 4. YOUR AMBITION. GO GO GO GO."

"I... am sorry sir," Xander said. "I'm new..."

But he did as he was told, and went back to his seat. Very scary. VERY. He went to sit down next to Issy, but as he did so, Lord Borr barked out another order.

So, doing as he was told and not peeing, he stood up and bowed deeply.

"Alexander Williamson, Lord Borr sir. My ambition is to be a Curse Breaker."

Was he to sit now?

Tiberius was terrified. Absolutely terrified.

But, he was quick on his feet, and thought he might be able to get in the man's good graces.

Standing, Tibi's knees quaked. Bowing low to Lord Borr, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"My name is Tiberius Pryce, sir. And.." Tiberius hesitated here. This could either go very well or very poorly. His voice shaking, he continued. "My ambition is..." he was going to say grow up to be a man of stature, like yourself, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. "...is to make a difference in people's lives..." or maybe he could... "much like, you, sir."

Oh Tibi.. lying. Shame shame. Knees continuing to quake, and tears threatening to well in his eyes, Tiberius sat back down and refrained from looking at Borr.

Emalyn stood up quickly, bowing. "Emalyn Daniels, sir." she still had not forgiven him for his screaming or bad manners, but she would listen to a teacher...even if he was a wacko. She certainly had no intention of losing her house points. "My ambition is to work with muggles someday, sir, in the Muggle Artifacts Department. Or I would like to move onto bigger things, like Quidditch."

Or become a 'teacher' and yell at kids all day.

No matter what she said her ambition was, she KNEW for a fact that he would put everyone's ambitions below his own.

Satine was actually crushed that her greeting wasn't even noticed...her parents had sent her to polishing school so she knew the proper way to greet someone of the Professor's caliber, or well, what caliber he obviously thought he was.

She stood up forcing her smile onto her face and waited her turn to speak. She knew better than to speak over everyone or to race others to speaking.

She stood as straight as she could with the best posture and stance that her finishing school had instilled in her and kept her eyes up and chin slightly in the air with her smile plastered on her face.

Satine did a small curtsy bow towards the Professor and then stood back up to her best posture. "Ms. Satine D'Ann Farris, Ravenclaw, 2nd Year." she paused politely as she had been taught to let it sink in. "I would like to be a Magical and Non-Magical Event Planner when I grow up. Thank you sir." she finished with another much smaller and bow and then waited for his acknowledgment/approval before she even thought about sitting down.

Fia stood up at her chance to speak. Was this man for real? She had no idea and she was NOT going to question the BIG LORD BORRRRRRRR...whoever he was. She cleared her throat, her dirty tennis shoes tapping beneath her as she was nervous.

"M-My name is..." Fiona "Fia Allister, umm...fourth year Hufflepuff. My ambition is to grow up and either play Quidditch or be a Healer." The Healer stuff was just added but sounded pretty good at the time. Otherwise, she had no idea what she wanted to be and what she wanted out of life.

Oh, SHUT. UP!! You...you...UGH!! Lucy wished she had the courage the say something to him. His appalling behavior was a downright disgrace to the world of good manners. Not to mention, he, himself was such a freaking paradox! Good LORD...or should she say, Good LORD BERTY FATTY FAT FAT STINKY BORR?! And how DARE he yell at Xander like that! How do you expect a young boy to know everyone's names? How rude! She did not expect that Lord BURP would learn the names of everyone in his class, so why should he expect someone else to do the same? BAH!!

Lucy slid out from her desk and stomped right out the classroom, angrier than ever. You want manners? YOU GOT MANNERS, LORDY BURP-HEAD.

Standing straight up, walked properly into the class and stopped in front of Borr. She gave a proper little curtsy, and said as politely as possible, "My name is Lucy Dawn, sir, and my ambition at the moment is to find out whether or not you have the manners you are teaching us so that I can decide whether or not to label you as my fabulous and wise mentor. SIR." Hah! An insult and a praise, wrapped up in one. Right now, she could care less about points, just that he got the words he deserved. Immediately, Lucy marched back to her seat, plopped right down, back straight, and her eyes glaring harshly at Borr.

Cela thought this was interesting. He was a very big man. A great man? That would do. And... what had Nico and Will said...

cookies?

Melita?

When it was her turn she offered another curtsey, not a bow and spoke,
"My name is Celandine Toussaint and when I grow up I want to marry a great man and look after him. Make him cookies and and sing him songs and look after him when he's had a really long and hard day."

....

That wasn't completely true, or even true at all really, but Celandine's expression was earnest and she deepened her curtsey respectfully.

Moments after the younger boy did as he was told and wrote down their names, even though he appeared deeply apologetic for it, Professor Borr went and tore the parchment to shreds! Well.. that was probably a good thing. No more detention for her, or those two other students.

Boy, was this man a character. Embarrassing his students, insulting the head boy, shouting and reprimanding for no apparent reason at all. Yes. Quite the character.

Ughhh. And now he wanted them to bow to him? Bow? Seriously? He was a professor, yes. But Sloane would not bow to anyone.

Whoa, did Lucy just sort of tell off this Lord Borr in front of the class? Sloane grinned as Lucy returned to her seat. Props to her. She stood up from her own seat, figuring she'd at least stand and state her name and ambition. Might as well get that over with early.

"Sloane Jackson," she said, once again. She pressed one palm against the top of her desk. "And my ambition is to become an auror. Or a hit witch." She shrugged. Either would suffice, but an she preferred making it to becoming an Auror.

Ohhh, poor Xander. Issy felt her little heart break for the poor boy. There he was, only doing what he was told and the egomaniac of the century had to go and be cruel and call him a half-wit. As he sat beside her, she cast him a VERY sympathetic look and almost reached over to pat him.

Almost.

She could do that after class. He was a strong boy, anyway. Right? Merlin, she hoped so.

Besides, Xander's suffered fate was not nearly as terrible as one other Ravenclaw boy, whom Borr had loudly, rudely, and childishly laughed at. Most certainly, this egomaniac could be called a petty, bratty child. Hmph. Issy narrowed her eyes slightly. Why couldn't Forrester... come back to life? Whimper.

Secretly, though, she found herself almost amused when Borr went off on the Head Boy. Obviously, sympathy humor for her friend behind her. Ag. What a terrible influence the Quidditch captain was upon Issy!

Her attention diverted to the Professor. Easily. Because he was shouting like a big baffoon, but she daren't tell him what she thought. His spittle was probably venomous or something. Acidic, at the very least. Swallowing, she forced herself to stand. Dare she say what she really aspired to be? Instead, she'd tel him her second choice dream.

"My name is Isabella Cortella," said the girl and gracefully, she bowed. Since she was young, she'd been bowing to people, so this was nothing new or despicable. "Currently, my ambition is to grow up and one day be a Professor, preferably at the great school of Hogwarts."

There. Was that good enough for him? Mentally, she stuck out her tongue. N'yeeeaaah! On the surface, though, she wore a pleasant, if not distant, smile.

William was shaking in his seat, counting the seconds until class was over so he could urn out of there fast and hide in the library. But until then he had to act normal, well as normal as one could in this terrifying position. He had to act cool and collected; something he definitely wasn't feeling. Oh no he was scared and on the verge of screaming and running.

Standing up, he gave a respectful bow in Lord Borrs' directions, his eyes never leaving the mans cane. That thing was creepy he thought before raising himself back up to his full height and clearing his throat. "My name is William Zephran Cullack, third year Ravenclaw. I want to be a potion inventor when I grow up because I know I have what it takes to invent someone that could cure an illness." he said in a calm cool voice. You evil ungrateful man he thought silently, if he wasn't happy with that then he could go and crawl into a hole and cry.