Dueling Defense Technique
 

Professor Duskurk stepped into his classroom and banished the desks and chairs. It was standing room only for this class...


NOTE: For those just joining us, please go to the OOC thread in the classroom and find a dueling partner. Then, you may come back here and practice dueling.


UPDATE: Lesson has ended. Homework is as follows and will be due one week from the date of this post.

Poking his head inside the door, Jake cleared his throat nervously.

Ecchhh, no seating.

Epic fail right off the mark.

Wasn't too late to leave, was it?

Jake didn't want to be left alone with... him.

No wait... Tibi was there...

Jake'd be fine. So he went in and stood by his best friend.

Arya slowly walked into the classroom, hesitant to enter. Ever since the last class she was dreading the next lesson, but she refused to be scared off my the old man. She looked around and saw no desk nor chairs, just the professor. She let out a deep breath she didn't know she was holding in, and walked to the middle of the classroom. "Hello Professor."She felt it would be rude not to address the professor,and she didn't want get on his bad side...the man was crazy after all. Seeing the other students Arya went and stood by Jake and the Ravenclaw, smiling at them both.

Reese was a little skeptical about attending this class, but she was Prefect after all and did need to attend this class even IF she was scared about encountering spiders again. Not even stopping at the door to let her nerves settle, she quickly entered the room to notice that there wasn't one desk in site. Where did the desks goooo?

"Good evening, Professor," she greeted the man as she stood near the side of the classroom.

After last class, Destiny was not sure she wanted to attend another DADA class..ever! The professor gave her the creeps and what her taught gave her bigger creeps.

She should have just run away when she entered the classroom, and noticed the professor just standing there. He already seen here, and he would catch her if she tried to run. The lack of chairs and desks did not help much either. That meant they were going to be practicing spells.

'Hello, Professor.' she tried to give him a smile, but failed miserably at it.

She would just stand far away from him. That would be smart.

So, Evelyn was practically skipping her way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, a small smile on her face as she stared at the ground. This teacher...Professor Duckfeet or whatever his name was, was definitely something else. But it was a good thing! Just as long as there weren't any more spiders in his classroom or within a range of fifty feet of her.

Though she did compose herself and wore an emotionless expression as she walked into the classroom, noting the lack of chairs and desks. Raising a brow, she shifted her bag to her other shoulder, looking around. "Good evening, Professor." she said, still looking around though deciding it was a good thing to not question what was going on. He would probably tell them soon enough... though it totally beat last years DADA classes so far.

Dylan nervously approached the class. He didn't want to be here, but Lawson had suggested it. So here he was. There were no chairs to sit on. This was going to be a very long class. He sighed and stood near Jake and Tibi. They were friendly. Ish.

Kiri followed Reese into the room, wondering what the creepy professor had planned for this lesson. After the last one, she would expect a demonstration of the second Unforgivable curse, but she'd heard rumours that the new headmaster (whoever he was) had not been happy with that.

There were no tables. And no chairs. Kiri badly wanted to sit down - her cold was in full swing. For the past two days, she'd walked everywhere sniffling and sneezing, her bag full of tissues - new in the mornings, increasingly used as the day progressed - if it just had been that, she probably would have been happy, but in addition to a snot-filled nose she'd acquired a pain-filled head as well... The steady pounding in her temples made thinking difficult. Her back hurt, too.

"Good evening, Professor," she said, a little indistinctly, dropping her bag to her feet.

Becca walked into class to find that the desks/chairs had been removed. "Hello Professor, having a nice day?" And then, standing around with a bunch of other students, she leaned back against the wall and hummed to herself.

Nicoletta walked in and nodded her head in the professor's direction. "Hello Professor." she walked towards an empty spot in the room and stood there, seeing as there were no desks or chairs. If he's gonna have us kill each other, she thought remembering the last lesson. I am SO leaving! Nicoletta was not a killer, no-siree-bob.

Whatever was due to happen in this class, Cela thought she was ready for it. She had her wand of course, in her manticore hide wrist holster, and... well she had herself and a notebook of course. The notebook was tucked into a pocket of her robes along with a quill.

She bowed her head a little in acknowledgment of Professor Duskurk, but she didn't say anything. He really seemed the type that preferred students to be seen and not heard unless he addressed them first of course. She found a spot where she could see everything clearly and waited for class to start.

All happy mental images of Marry Poppins gone, Allison stepped into the classroom and quickly noticed that there were no longer any seats available. Not knowing where to stand she decided away from her friends would probably be best. After all distractions were a huge no no in this classroom. Stepping towards the opposite side of the classroom from Arya and Ivory, Allison bit her bottom lip and decided against it. The last thing she needed was to get a great scare and have no one to rely on. Choosing friendship over academics for once in her life, the young girl ran next to her friends and practically hid behind them.

In the near distance she spotted a boy who she didn't recognize at all. He seemed older, yet extremely familiar.

Click.

MERLIN'S BEARD IT WAS A CLEAN IAN!

Covering her mouth to stop the giggling and bully retort wanting to slip off her tongue, Allison looked down at her shoes and waited for Professor Duskurk to speak.

Her entrance had been quiet. Daphne wasn't feeling much up to conversation or small talk. It explained why she was standing just a bit away from the boys. She did manage a small smile in their direction, so they wouldn't think she had forgotten them.

Surely, they had sensitive manly egos or something and wouldn't appreciate being abandoned by her. Maybe. Perhaps.

Aaron walked into the room, suprised that there were no chairs or desks. He walked by the professor and said, "Good day, Professor" before joining the rest of the students standing around. He sighed and looked around, not really seeing anyone familiar.

Daniel was ready for anything. He got his hip holster and sighed as her entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and he was startled.

No chairs.

No desks.

All standing.

Well he must be vigilant.

Melanie trudged into the classroom, averting her eyes from the professor as she entered. The girl proceeded to walk over to the corner of the classroom furthest away from Professor Duskurk... He still freaked her out a bit... Just a bit.

Frowning at the absence of desks, Melanie leaned against the wall, tapping her foot nervously as she waited for the lesson to commence. She was determined to do her best at whatever the professor threw at them today. As long as it wasn't illegal, she'd try.

Speaking of what they were doing... Melanie was rather curious as to just what it would be. She couldn't help but wonder what they'd be attempting that could require so much space.

Hmm.

He ignored most of the students. "Mr. Pryce, Miss Toussaint, please come and stand beside me here," Professor Duskurk said and waited a few more moments for the stragglers. Tate probably wouldn't like for him to hex any late comers.

Neptune Bott wandered into this class not to duel, but to visit with Professor Durskurk. Humming and happy, she skipped over to him and stood quietly at his side. Having learned that GIGGLING was not the way to go, she just stood there quietly and occasionally glanced up at him.

Hum Hum Hum. Happy to be here! La la la.