He contemplated attending this lesson. Arithmancy was one of his favorite subjects and he did not really want to have it ruined for him by a different Professor. He did not the professor but he was just considering all possibilities. In the end he decided to give it a try. He reached the conclusion that one lesson was not likely to make such a difference.

Sébastien stood by the door and his eyes lingered on the small space he had to squeeze in in order to get inside. Did not the old man see that his belly blocked most of the doorway. The French boy slipped into the room. Lean as he was, he did not really have a huge problem fitting in. But his personal space was invaded for a split second.

"Bonjour," he said once he was not as close to the man as he had to be, unwillingly.

And he was the first? What, hogwartians did not wake up yet?

Unaffected by that, the boy focused on what was written on the blackboard. Not long after he stood up and walked over to the board.

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7
Lyon

That was the first thought that popped up in his head. There was a story behind it. A personal one at that.

.......

..............

She couldn't believe she was actually walking back into this class but what choice did she have on the matter? It was one of her subjects and as much as she's have preferred continuing her nap she'd been having the hour before, or grabbing something from the kitchen, the Gryffindor trotted to the classroom. Whoa there road block.

Alexa grimaced at the man standing by the door. "Good day Professor." She would have to squeeze by him, wouldn't she? SIGH. He was just lucky she wasn't very big.

Lex squished her way pass him and look to the notice. Bag down, lucky number thought of....okay. She walked to the board and scribbled her number, then allowed her hands to keep going as she wrote out her first thought. He asked, it couldn't be wrong no matter what.

"Hey Sebastien."

Sarah did not know why she was coming again, she loved Arithmancy... Maybe it was the part of her that was hoping the professor had been replaced, or at least his brain replaced. She had owled two letters one to the BoG and one to the Headmistress after that first lesson had had not yet seen a response.. Maybe he had changed...

He was blocking the doorway. This was not even an ice cream term, so why was he fat? Maybe it was a fat suit, or he was hiding something underneath it... She was small enough to make her way past, pressing near the post so she would not have any physical contact with him. She chose a desk and sat down.

What was her lucky number? Was it seven, as she was the seventh child? She was not the kind of person that had favourites, too scared to leave any number out. She wrote on the board
After six boys, the seventh was a princess after all. She went back to her seat. It was another Frenchie who was sitting by her. Maybe they were not so bad after all. "Hi, my name is Sarah Edwards, what is yours?" Sarah asked. The class had not yet started so she was allowed to talk. Not that class being in session had really stopped her from talking

There were a couple of things that were making Alec attend this lesson. One of those was the fact that he did want to do this subject for his NEWTs so... attendance was pretty much necessary, yeah? Secondly, he didn't want to let Hadley down. And then there was the fact that... well... he wanted to see what this lesson would be about.

... So... he was here. Yeah.

Or... trying to squeeze past French without trying to look like it was a particularly difficult task. Because it wouldn't be, right? Thanks to Quidditch? So smile. At French. "Erm... hello Professor!" he said, right before he squeeeeeeeeezed past and into the classroom. Phew. That had been done without there needing to be any awkwardness, right?

Once inside, the boy smiled at Candy Girl and new boy and... the Sarah girl that was one of the champions. "Hey!" Waaaave! He glanced around the room again before looking over at the board where... instructions. Lucky numbers? Alec looked back over at the others to see if they were just as confused as he was. Because he was confused. And how did they know what their lucky numbers were?

... Shrug.

Heading over towards an empty seat, the boy deposited his bag under his desk before heading over towards the board. Lucky number... lucky number...

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SIX
I want pancakes

... It was true! He DID want pancakes. Yeah. Maybe after the lesson he'd head down to the kitchens to make some.

Once that was written, the sixth year headed back towards his seat and sat down. Pancakes can wait.

Arithmancy with the bearded, crazy professor! The man was totally bizarre and the class was very.... unlike she was used to. BUT those were probably the reasons that she was looking forward to this class.

"Hello," Schuyler greeted, just before she swiveled sideways to cut in through the doorway without brushing the man's protruding stomach. Male pregnancy. If French were able to give birth, his child would probably come out with a full blown beard.

She glanced at the measuring tape on the desks. Then at the board. Okay. She deposited her things on her desk and continued up to the board at the front of the room. She crinkled her nose slightly because seven was already up here. Twice. But she wrote the number up there again in neat handwriting.

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7 - It’s been 7 hours and 15 days.

She took a step back and smiled, then turned and hummed very quietly to herself as she returned to seat.

Why was Hannah even coming to this class? Something told her that she would regret it. She didn't have long to wait to understand where that feeling was coming from. She did not appreciate having to squeeze past a huge belly that belonged to the professor. This was absurd. Couldn't he move? He was the one who scheduled the class so he should be aware that people would be coming and that they would need to be able to get around him yes?

She dropped her bag at the feet of her desk and read the board. Merlin, it was going to be one of those lessons again. Was it too late to pick up her things and squish through his belly again to get away from here? She sighed and decided to get through it.
Hannah walked up to the board and wrote down her lucky number and the first thought that came to her mind. Well, the second thought really because the first one would have surely gotten her detention.

Even though she had totally not approved of the first lesson - she'd tried to forget how much the man had ruined her favourite subject for her - Charlie made her way slightly timidly to Arithmancy. If there were more beards involved... well, chances were that she would walk out.

Or not. Depending on her confidence level at that particular moment. And if she could get out, too. She eyed the Professor a little, before nodding politely as possible and slipping through into the classroom.

He was lucky she was thin, or there would have been elbows.

Charlie frowned as she stood and read the board, holding back a roll of the eyes that she was desperate to perform. She found a seat hey pretty French boy, and took her time sorting her bag and books out before she approached the board, passing Schuyler with a smile, and a "Hey."

When that was done, she frowned once more and returned to her seat.

Welp, this was an awkward way to enter a classroom. Ella tried her best not to bump into the Professor's belly as she squeeeeeeeezed her way by him, a fixed smile on her face. "Hello, Professor." Hello belly. Hi.

After dropping her things at a desk near Alec and reading the board, it was time to head up and right her lucky number. She'd always been a fan of the number 12 so she was going with that, yup.

Scribble. Scribble. Scribble.

She could totally go for 12 gummy worms right now, y'know? Mmm.

Back to her seat by her boyfriend. Grins for him too. Pancakes, Alec? Could they eat after this, then? Did he have gummy worms?

All the questions. ALL of them.

Caleb was skeptical about Arithmancy. Sure it was FUN and all and they got BEARDS last time, but were they going to like...actually LEARN anything at any time? Something real useful? Because he was getting concerned. What if OWLs came and he didn't know anything???

Still, as he walked into the classroom, he immediately began to think of his lucky number. HMMM. He thought it was...EIGHT. Because. Well. No reason. He just picked it.

So he walked up and wrote down on the chalkboard:

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Eight - Crazy Eights

Soooo. Arithmancy again with Professor Wackadoodle. "Hi, Professor!'' Adi greeted as he walked by he man. Being so small, he had no problem as he passed. Before he made his way to a seat, he read the instructions on the board. Wondering what this was all about he proceeded to a seat where he placed his bag before heading to the board.

There. All done. Adi headed back to his seat.

Bronislava was unable to get a certain song out of her head as she walked towards the Arithmancy classroom and she hoped that listening to the lesson or some other distraction would help remove it from her subconscious.

Awkward. The Durmstrang girl gave the older man a look as she edged around him to walk in the classroom. And he seemed to give her a look back. A very scrutinizing one. Was it because she was from another school? Or perhaps he was on his guard after what had happened in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She was sure the staff talked amongst themselves about things like that.

She didn't give it any more thought though and she took a seat, glancing first at the measuring tape at her desk then up at the board to view the instructions. Books and bag were already there. Lucky number? Alright. She watched as a few other students followed the instructions then she meandered over to the board herself.

It was what was on her mind, after all.

Mischa was right behind Broni but he didn't think she knew it. He followed her to the Arithmancy class. This Professor needed to make himself smaller. Mischa squeezed himself into the room with his usual nod of a greeting.

The Durmstranger completely missed the instructions on the board until he was already seated. He pushed his chair back and walked towards the board.

In spite of the fact that Mo didn't really take Arithmancy, and in spite of the fact that he wasn't sure what he was getting out of Professor French's lessons, here he was again. Why was he here and what did he hope to get out of it?

It was a big mystery.

Mo dropped his bag on a desk before heading up to the board. Another mystery... what was his favorite number? Did he even have one?

Anya was seriously contemplating just ignoring the existence of this class. But... she figured... there was no way she'd be forced into a beard again. That made absolutely no sense. And... she couldn't really judge a Professor by one lesson, right?

Right.

... ... excuuuuuuse me Professor.

Okay. Brilliant. "Hello." she said quietly after she passed him. There. Pleasantries out of the way.

She took a look at her desk before heading up to the board and contributing.

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3.14 -- Jake.

Eh. And now back to her seat.

Time for more Arithmancy with Professor Crazypants French. Awesome. Jayden sashayed in, her long dark curls bouncing as she walked towards the door. Oh my... Didn't the man have any idea how hard it was going to be for the rest of the students to squeeze through the door with his gut in the way? "Hello Professor," She greeted the man as she squeezed her way through.

Well. That was a close one. Thank goodness she was so petite.

She smiled triumphantly, waving at her classmates before sitting her bag and books down at her desk to read the instructions on the board.

Hmmm... Lucky number? That was easy. 16 had been her favorite, most lucky number since FOREVER.

Was Sky expecting to regret coming to Arithmancy this time? Fully. But she didn't have anything else to do, considering she had decided to take a break from studying for her NEWTs this week. So here she was, skiding into class on her knees like she was going under a particularly low limbo bar in order to avoid having to squeeze past Professor French's rather large belly which was blocking the doorway. One would think that he'd realize that people were having trouble getting through.

Anyway, she walked up to the board, wrote the stuff down then found herself a desk close to the door. Just in case she had to make another quick getaway.

Oichi never really cared for Arithmancy. It just seemed too far fetched that numbers corrosponding to you're life could tell anything about someone. But somehow the class hit during a free period and she decided to go anyway. She walked in. Arithmancy is halarious just don't say that out loud! Oichi made it to her seat and from there it was not long till they were starting with lucky mumbers. Oichi went up to the board as instructed and figured out her lucky mumber was 3. She wrote:

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Kace managed to get to the 2nd lesson of Arithmancy. He actually liked the first lesson and was wondering what was gonna happen with this one. This teacher was weird but in a good way. Kace liked weird. He saw the professor near the room and said, "Hello Professor." Just to be polite and all.

He saw the board and he had to drop his books and backpack near his desk. FWOOP! All done. Then he got the paper on his desk and wrote down the information. What was his lucky number and what was his first thought? That was easy....

Scribble....

FAV0RIT3 CLASS.

Alice slid in sideways around PR0F3SS0R FR3NCH's stomach with a BIG smile on her face. Big, okay? It wasn't often a professor liked her. This was rare. "Hi, sir." Hi belly. "Your beard looks extra groomed today." Too bad she didn't still have one, right?

She chose an empty seat as close to the elderly loon as she could get, then began reading the instructions left for the students on the board. Drop? The Gryffindor dropped her belongings. Loudly. Wasn't as if anything in there was valuable.

Next. Lucky number. Pondering.

Three. Blackboard there. Alice proceeded towards it. Hi blackboard.

This class again. Right, well. Might as well get it over with. He found that if he kept quiet for the most part it would all go over much more smoothly and he wouldn't be banished to detention like his girlfriend and some others had been. S'just a beard. AND HE HAD ONE OF THOSE NOW...ish. Ish was enough for him though.

Nodding at the Professor he felt a hello would have been overkill. Mostly 'cause he just didn't wanna initiate any kind of proper conversation with the man.

Uh. This stupid assignment. Fine.

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3
It's a number.

Why had Nerida came here?? She couldn't judge the class on one class right? And really she had nothing better to do. She needed a break from all the studying she had been doing. She squeezed past the Professor. For this class the Ravenclaw choose a desk in the back of the room rather than one in the front. Nope she was fine being in the back. After setting her stuff down she walked up to the board, wrote the stuff down and then returned to her desk.

Beau squeezed through the door who did this Professor think he was??? Making them squeeze through the door like that!!

Beau sat down at a desk not realizing that there were instructions, until several students passed his desk. He looked up to see what everyone was doing and nodded. Standing up he looked at the board. Now why were there numbers in these words?? He looked around.. This foreign language was already tiresome now they just wanted to make it worse! Sighing he looked at them and tried to decipher.

Lucky number. Random thought. Um okay.

He wrote it on the board and than walked back to his desk and sat down kicking up his feet on his desk, just until class starts.

Arithmancy. The last class had been particularly interesting. Adelaide had been debating not coming, but OWLs were fast approaching. Hopefully this lesson would be more helpful. And of course he had to stand in the doorway. "Hello Professor." She muttered as she squeezed past him.

She scanned the instructions on the board and turned around to face the class. She smiled at both Beau and Sébastian before taking a seat near the back. This was the only class she would ever do that in. Addi set her things down then walked up to the board to write what she was supposed to.

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15 I don't really have a lucky number.

With that she sat down, waiting for the lesson to begin.

Snooooooooore, this lesson was lame.

Theo stopped right at the door where the professor was standing.

.............

Was he going to move?

"Excuse me," he began, and paaaaaause. "Professor."

Well, he could wait. Theo folded his arms across his chest and watched all the other students slide past his belly, barely escaping physical contact with him. Belguuhch, no. He would be the last to enter the room, no biggie. Whilst he waited, he did look at the blackboard and thought of a number to sit in his head. Got it.