Skye was scared, but knowing she had to obey the so-called professor's orders, she reluctantly stood and bowed. "My name is Skye Wood and I would like to...erm...I would like to finish Hogwarts," she finished lamely, her mind going blank at ambitions. She quickly sat back down, relieved she had gotten past it. The first-year was expecting to professor to have to explode again, very very soon.

Evelyn raised her eyebrows at the man. She finally got a good view of him. 'Definitely doesn't look like father, but definitely sounds like him.' she thought, standing up and giving a bow (curtsy).

"My name is Evelyn Flores, Professor, and my ambition is...well i have yet to decide sir." she said as politely as possible, as if she were talking to her own parents (who are very strict and only desire certain ways to be spoken too), hands/arms held gently behind her back, trying to look innocent as possible. She stumbled on her ambition in life. She had been debating what she wanted to do in life ever since Josh had asked her about it. Sure, professional quidditch player seemed like a good job, but now she wasn't so sure. She was also interested in wand making and other jobs as well, such as an auror, all completely different from one another.

Abby walks as fast as she dare to an empty seat. She quickly sits down, so she can bounce back up as ordered. "Lord Borr sir, my name is Abigail Wright. I plan to apply for auror training at the end of this term sir." Abby stands as still as a statue waiting for further orders. All those summer under the watchful eye of Madame Alton are going to come in handy in this class.

His introduction was NOT long and boring, but clearly this Lord Borr had no sense of style or even appreciation for others of importance. No, his head was too big to fit that in... He did greet the Professor and introduce himself, but frankly, Dominic Denton did not care if Berty Borr were to fail him. It wasn't like his future depended on the subject of Astronomy anyway. Sure he liked the subject, but there were other subjects that he was just as good in. And besides, from the looks of things, it didn't seem like he'd be learning a whole lot on Astronomy this term anyway . . .

But at least he got to sit, because the sixteen year old had looked over at the girl who was told to stand for the lesson. Willow. Poor Willow. Granted she didn't greet him at all, but that was her arrogance; something he admired about the Ravenclaw Captain.

Sighing, the Head Boy was about to take a seat when he was confronted about doing HIS job to handle the students acting like pigs. What?! Big Head? Merlin... the only one with a big head around these quarters seemed to be him, Lord Berty Borr. Of course he didn't have a little head either, but ugh. Apparently this Borr was too big headed to pay attention to small details.

Which is why when he asked them to stand up and bow to him and introduce themselves, Dominic doubted the man would even CARE. No, Borr would not care and Dominic was tempted right now to walk out of the classroom. He could. Even if he did get an 'O' on his Astronomy OWL, like he considered, he didn't need the subject.

And he wasn't going to bow. Nope siree. Not after Borr couldn't take any consideration in getting his position correct.

Taking a seat near the door in the middle, he waited to see if they would actually be having a lesson today. Or just getting their morales lowered. Dominic was betting on the latter.

Lord Borr was nothing but a bully. No matter how much he shouted, spat, waved his stupid cane around, Daphne wasn't going to change her mind. And he was laughing at students. At Phoebus to be exact. Her eyes immediately found the boy's face and Daphne pouted in his direction feeling completely embarrassed and humiliated on his behalf.

Not only that he was being so mean to Willow Kovac too! She was a girl. Weren't you supposed to be nice to girls?

Suddenly she just felt like crying. But Daphne Hopton did not cry. Hoptons didn't cry in front of bullies.

Standing up, she took a deep breath and bowed deeply. While she bowed, Daphne counted slowly to ten before straightening up once more, this time a pleasant expression on her face. "Daphne Hopton," she said simply with that expression she often used on her own Mother. The 'I'm smiling and being polite and taking everything you're saying into account' expression when she really was wishing to be everywhere else but here.

"My ambition is to...." what was her ambition? To not cry? To get out of this classroom? To not make Judith Hopton upset? "My ambition is to make my parents proud."

Abigail couldn’t believe this guy! What an arrogant pig and a bully to boot. She was very tempted to tell him just that, but didn’t want to spend time in detention with him or lose house points. She wouldn’t be nice though, people like him didn’t deserve her respect. He might frighten all the other first years, but he wouldn’t manage to bully her.

Standing up straight she looked him dead in the eye and bowed her head slightly “Abigail Thornton, I wish to be a curse barker, but I’ll more than likely work in the family business...sir.” She then sat back down.

After a student finished, Miranda stood up, cleared her throat and bowed so low that her hair fell over her head and onto the floor.
"Hello good sir Lord Borrty- Berty, sir." she straightened up and began, "My nameth is Miranda BelCanto, sir and my ambition is" to never become like you "to become a professional Quidditch player, sir!" Miranda finished with another low bow, her hair hiding the grimace and how she had stuck out her tounge at him.

With a forced smile that puffed out her cheeks and reduced her eyes to slits, she sat down again.

Cam snorted with laughter, he literally did with that snout of his when Willie oinked with him again. Teeeheee. But he turned his head when that big maaaan was getting angry... and laughing? AND GETTING ANGRY AGAIN???

He snorted even more when he got angry at zee Dominator. YAY GOOOOOoooo. But oh. OHHHH now he was nearing over where he was. Cam glanced at Willie and gulped. MUD AND FECESSS? Oh the IRONYYY. Would he DAAREEE oink one more time? WOULD HE?

Hehehe. Maybe. Later. So the huge man wouldn't choke him with that cane.

Right? GOOD PLAN, NO?

This man seemed like a challenge. A CHALLENGEEEeeeee.

TAKE A LOOK AT HIM? Whether this man wanted to be a winner of a hot-dog eating contest for his life-long dream, he still... WAS A BIT SCARED. So Cam stood up. Yeh. HE DID. And would he bow? Uh... he skipped that HE SKIPPPPEDDD THAAAT. "Caaaaam Karsten, Lord Boooorrrrrrr," and AMBITION?? "Uhhh... mahhh ambition's to be a pig--I MEAN naturalist siiiireeeeee. Aye ayyeeee."

He really wanted to oink.

Oh, my!

The Borr man was...serious?...about wanting the students to actually bow to him? LouAnn had never heard or seen such nonsense in all her life, but she'd humor the man regardless. She was actually pretty amused by the manner in which he spoke to them. He was...entertaining, she supposed. She still wondered if he was actually a hundred percent serious about this little charade, though. She half-expected him to strike a 'tada!'-type pose and announce in his loud, demanding voice that he was merely joking just to get a good laugh before the Astronomy lesson began.

Erm, nope. That little 'tada!-pose never came. Apparently, Professor Borr---Lord Borr?---was completely and wholeheartedly serious about his expectations. What did she desire to be when she grew older, though? She'd never thought that far ahead, as she'd always busied herself with moving around from country to country to country. For LouAnn, life had been more or less Okinawa one day, Los Angeles the next. She'd never spared a moment to consider the faraway future.

Her turn had come sooner than she expected it to, though. She stood to her feet, her mind still racing with thoughts of what she'd one day want to be. "Hello, sir. My name is LouAnn Purple, and one day..." Oops. She'd forgotten to bow. She stood tall and straight, then suddenly lowered herself into a bow, feeling rather ridiculous as she did so. What did she want to do? To be? She glanced to the side as she thought about the way she currently led her life---on the run from a terrible incident that happened when she was ten-years-old.

"I've never actually thought much about what I'd like to do in the faraway future," she admitted. What she really wanted, though, more than anything, was to be herself again. She wanted to get rid of all the unusual fake last names, move back to the little cottage where she grew up, and stay put in one particular country for longer than two years. "In the near future, though, I'd like to graduate from Hogwarts," she finally said.

Jack wanted nothing more than to just march out of the room. Or jump off the astronomy tower--anything rather than BOW to that MANNNNNN. No, not man--WALRUS. He was grossssss. Bleh.

Biting back tears again, he stood up and bowed to the disgusting man before standing up again. "My name is Jack Fritzera, and my life's ambition is...to be an astronaut," he said.

What? It was true! Hopefully Borr wouldn't even KNOW what an astronaut was--and then, knowing him, he wouldn't be bothered to ask what it was. If he did, Jack would tell him that he would be out in SPACE, away from HIM. And then, he'd probably lose points. But it would be allll worth it.

Of course, if he were in space he could probably see Borr from up there, considering the man was SO HUGE. Blehhhhhhhh. Someone needed to diettttt.

Arrick was wondering why on earth the only normal sounding class on his list had the balmiest of all teachers so far. Just his luck, not even something harmlessly normal was going to be normal at Hogwarts.

He was disliking this teacher the longer the class wore on and the more the old codger spoke. LORD Borr? Arrick wrinkled his nose. The old man had done nothing to deserve the title from him.

When it came to his turn, Arrick scowled and stayed exactly where he was, hunkered in the back of the class, playing at being invisible. It might have been a trick with the light, but it also appeared that he was edging ever so subtly towards the door.

So far Tino had been surveying the class proceedings with a kind of amused detachment. He happened to be digesting a very satisfying lunch, which meant his brainy was taking a detour through the land of pleasant drowsiness. It also meant he'd avoided having to re-enter the classroom, because he wasn't talking to anyone at the moment, as that required using his brainy. It was zero-to-sixty with Tino. There was a lime pixie stick in his pocket that would make him run up the walls and dance the hokey-pokey at a moment's notice.

But that was for emergencies like pop quizzes.

Oh look! It was sharing-time. Bummer that he'd forgotten his charmed pet lint ball, that would have made a smashing show-and-tell. "My name is Constantino Kolytiris," Tino bowed eloquently. "I enjoy fireside chats and performing acts of heroism. My life's ambition is to create a perfect ketchup that compliments gouda cheese in fresh or melted form." Unusual, he knew, compared to the other students' ambitions. But his would take longer. Maybe even a LIFETIME to perfect.

He literally ignored Big Bottom-ic. He didn't really want to busy himself with him, besides Willie was ENJOYING his time with his BESTEST BESTIE! He kept on oinking until Big Fatty Fatso spoke, his voice echoing through the room.

COOOOOOOOOL.


Willie watched him with wide eyes as he waved his cane BACK AND FORTH. God that cane. THAT BEAUTIFUL SHINY CANE. That soon will be his.. Oh... Oh wait. NO, he didn;t think that. NO HE DID NOT.

Yes, yes he did. God, that was one beautiful cane.

Since he was already was standing up, Willie quickly bowed, but instead he THWACKED his head against the desk.

"OWWW" He groaned, rubbing his forehead, his eyes burning up as he looked up at the older man. "Willie Crocker. And me ambition is to be a thie---Rich man." Thank goodness he CAUGHT himself!

Nikki stood up and bowed respectfully. The man scared her, to be honest, but there couldn't be anything wrong if, you know, he was actually ging to make the class learn, right?

"My name is Nikki Leanne Griffths. I'm a first year Slytherin, and I wish to be a Potioneer, or a Healer after graduating."

Kay stood and faced the professor and bowed. "How do you do sir, My name is Kaytone Potter Evans, and my ambition is to be an Auror. Thank you sir." Kay said bow again and took her sit. After she had sat down she could only think of how that looked. Boy, her grandmother would be prond, but she wasn't happy about it.

What. The. Bloody. Hell?

After getting practically thrown out of her chair by some ruddy cane, Willow had remained standing while the rest of the class not only kept their seats, but had also sold their souls to ... to ... that Lunatic Lord What's-His-Last-Name.

Because clearly, in Willow's mind, if you bowed to a man who had so rudely stolen her seat, it meant you must have sold your soul.

Sheep.

And her father would most definitely hear about the way she'd been treated, that was for certain. Never mind that she never wrote to him and had pretty much avoided him during the entire summer. Never mind that.

But she was going to play it cooool with the lunatic. So, with her usual apathetic expression clouding her face, she began in a perfectly polite, yet cool tone, "My name is Willow Kovac, I'm a seventh year Ravenclaw and the Quidditch Captain." Maybe she should go to VINDICTUS and complain about Borr's ridiculousness to her head of the house. And yes, Willow had 'forgotten' to bow because she did not bow to anyone but -- Well, Willow Kovac didn't bow to anyone. Period. "And my ambition is ... well, I do believe that is personal, Professor Borr."

She was not calling him Lord.

Fed thought the professors first insrtuction was rather strange, but it was'nt like he had'nt seen anything like this before. At Durmstrang quite a few of his teachers were like that he just did'nt think he would experience something like this at Hogwarts. He quickly shrugged it off thinking he had to do much worse at Durmstrng so this was nothing. He got bowed toward the biggot of a professor and then cleared his throat and said, "I'm Fred Pelican, I'm a Gryffindor 5th and I'm not sure what my ambition is, I just know whatever I do I want to help people.".

This Lord Borr really scared Mina, but he was the professor and she had little choice but to listen to him. Raising from her seat, she faced him and bowed. "Professor, I am Jasmina Bennett. My ambition is to one day become a Potions Mistress or Auror." Bowing again to him, she returned to her seat.'That wasn't all that bad,' she thought but he still scared her and she feared another blow up from him.

What's up with this guy!? Too much butterbeer? Woke up on the wrong side of the bed? WHAT IS IT!? Pietro's eyes kept watching the extremely large man who called himself Lord. He was no lord at all! He was nothing more than an insecure large man. Jello man was a great nickname for him in Pie's opinion. The man probably ate enough of it. His nostrils slightly flared when asked to bow. A Moretti did not bow to anyone. People bowed to them.

However there were those rare occasions where the situation was not in favor of the obviously superior one. So with that reasoning, Pie forcefully bowed to the rude man and cleared his throat. "Pietro Moretti. I'm a second year Slytherin & I aspire to take over my family business."

Bonnie stood up and bowed shaking terribly.
"M-my name is B-Bonnie Campbell," Bonnie looked up at Lord Borr. "I'm a frist year Ravenclaw, sir, I want to be a-a Healer..." Bonnie hoped it was a loud enough voice for she could not get any louder or her voice would break.

Phoebus...did not appreciate the jester comments. Not. At. All. BUT. This guy was a professor and Phoebus did not fancy losing points just because Borr decided he was a jester. He just slunk low in his chair and tried to remain inconspicuous. Then he realized this had all happened in front of Daphne.

His head met the desk for a moment before he looked up again. Now they were bowing?!?!?!


Perhaps he had better just get on with this bowing nonsens. GAH. BOWING. What the....well. Just best to get on with it. He stood up quickly and took a breath. " Lord Borr, I'm Phoebus McAllister and....I want to graduate, next year preferably." He said lamely and then sat back down rather abruptly. At least that was over. He again tried to successfully smoosh down his hair and make his lanky form compact in his desk, almost as if he wished he could just become one with the desk. Which he really did at that moment. Because Celandine was there too and WHY did he have to be embarrassed in front of Daphne AND Celandine?!!?!?! WHY?? He slumped further again, resigning himself to this class and it's utter ridiculousness.

Marina found this Lord Borr (Lord? Wow!) very amusing. Being naturally shy and always more in danger of becoming a teacher's pet than the object of a teacher's displeasure, she thought that his scolding was probably not meant for her, but for the "bad guys" only. She got up, bowed and said in a rather monotonous voice: "My name is Marina Mathisen, I don't know what I want to become yet.... But of course I want to graduate from Hogwarts, too." Then she quickly sat down again.

HALLLLP ME!
Who was this crazy teacher??? Soooo scary and crazy. First he insluted a few students oorrr pigs ohmeggossh Blake felt like joinging the oink'ing league oin...oink, bwahaa -erm- and now he was asking about their ambitions? Why?

Ohmegosh! Ohmegosh! Ohmegosh! Ohmegosh!

His ambition was to....to...GUH! He doesn't have one -mental flail-

Pulling up his loooooow pants (forgot to wear a belt today), Blake frowned and screwed up his face as he walked over to the professor.

Snickering at his ever bulging tummy, Blake bowed, scrunching up his face like it was paaaainfullll, "YO Proffy erm Lordy Berty THE Borr!!!" Oh eee Oh ee Oh ee, he didn't just saaaay that!!! Is he going to hit him with th-that cane? NOO.

Gulping, Blake proceeded with the intro, "I'm Blake Wright aka Blakey aka Sir Blakey annnd annd I wanna be a ROCKSTAR!!!" He played an imaginary guitar solo, making weird guitar-ish noises.

Clapping for himself, he scrambled up his falling pants and snickered.

Lyra just....stared at the professor. She heard him talking, No, correction , SCREAMING but she was so scared that she didn't really hear him. When people stood and ......bowed?! Lyra looked alarmed. Why were they bowing?
Luckily, (for her) she finally grasped what was going on.

Right, introductions. Well lets see........heh this might even be fun .not

Lyra stood up from her chair and only nodded her head slowly.
She was not going to bow for someone who is screaming at her! nuhuh. no matter how powerfull he claims to say he is!
yes Lyra is very stubborn

'Ok Lyra say something' "My name is Lyra Riddle and it's my ambition to become a Auror, sir!! She said with a loud voice as if she was in the Military. Mweh, stupid nervousness, but actually she had far more ambitions...liiiike

1. running away
2. hide
3. laugh
4. cry

After analyzing her thoughts she giggled a little disgusted. And she wanted to be a Auror? But Lyra wasn't so stupid to look scared, unless this BIIIIIG man knew how to use legilimens and read her thoughts , which she doubted very much, she was safe.

Theo slowly entered the classroom. He'd heard alot about Borr. The horror stories. And the suck power. He would suck up.

He smiled at the rotund man, "Good Afternoon Professor. My name is Theodore Newtington the Forth." He bowed at the man, who probably would fall over if he bowed at anyone. "And it is my ambition be a spaceman."