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Morning sunlight shined through the open arena windows onto the shiny stone floors and walls, but despite the chilly winter air having full access into the large room, it was relatively warm inside. In fact, the whole atmosphere felt...warm. Flickers of dust and particles could be seen floating through the shafts of light, almost with a glow. Almost enchanting. The ground seemed particularly shiny even, and may have been a tad slippery. Watch your footing! Even the bleak color of the arena had a certain lively factor to it. Or it could have just looked like the same boring arena, depending on one's opinion. The mats and desks were not present this time around, giving the room a more open feeling, though the Professor was still at the front of what would have been the class set up, a merry smile upon her face and waiting for the students arrive.
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Oh...oh my...that indeed was a beard.
Wasn't the lad a second year? Was this the result of another Arithmancy lesson?
"Good morning, Mister-" OH MY! Just one after the other, the students slid...like dominos. "O. boʐye! Mister Maroon! Miss...Paulidine, goodness gracious. Are you two alright?" She could've sworn she saw the young boy hit his head, though hoping to Merlin it was just a trick of light. The floor wasn't THAT slippery was it?
Taking notice of Sophie's helpful hand, Medea smiled to the girl as she moved around and tested the floor near the front of their makeshift 'classroom', looking for the particularly slippery spots that needed evening out.
"Good morning, Miss Konstantinova." Medea smiled towards the fifth year, continuing to slide her feet across the floor, looking for the extra slippery parts. Like........right there. Eh. Could've sworn she'd gotten all of them.
Oh good, yes, another youngster joining her lesson. Not that the older students weren't welcome, though they usually came with grumpy expressions and an air of not wanting to be there. "Dobro outro, Miss...Carrington." There was indeed a Lux Carrington on her roster if she wasn't mistaken. "Be careful of the floor, molia. There are a few sections that are a bit too slippery."
Aw third years. The mid section between the grumpy students and enthusiastic youngsters. "Hello, Mister Toussaint." she smiled warmly at the Gryffindor, evening out a particularly slippery section upon the floor.
...
She was not an old Professor, and even if she was, who would have been oblivious to that display of...well, that display? "Dobro outro, Mister Strand." she nodded towards the Seventh year, moving past him towards the entrance doors as if her shoes were immune to the floor's slipperiness. Apparently it was TOO slippery over there. "Oh, you are more than velcome to use the arena for dueling, though do be careful, yes?"
Fixing the slipperiness near the entrance doors, she smiled towards the sixth year. "Good morning, Miss Andrews." Some nice good shoes on, that one.
See? SEE? No enthusiasm in the older students whatsoever. Though that familiar look upon West's face was not due to being an older student. Having had quite a bit of time to become accustomed to that look, she knew where it was from. "No smiles today, Mister Odessa?"
.......oh?
This was seriously the first student she saw who sat down, not due to slipping upon the floor either. Though, upon seeing the Ravenclaw robes the girl was wearing, Medea smiled. The house already perfectly matched the youngster.
Should....she say something? She should say something.
Or just watch.
"Zradsti, Miss Merivel." she greeted the third year as she passed by. Slowly. So slowly.
Robbed? Her? Them?
As serious of a topic that was, Medea couldn't help but chuckle. Goodness gracious, grey hairs from stress...from being robbed? Oh, children didn't get grey hairs. "Miss Cambridge..." Hold the snidget. The fifth's year hair DID kinda look different. Must've been the light though. Must've been. "No, ve didn't get robbed."
Alright, seriously. She could've sworn she hadn't made the floor THAT slippery. Although, now that she thought about it, her shoes were of a different make. Probably had a little more traction than the students'. "Goodness. Careful, Mister Rehman. Are you alright?"
Was it just her or were the older students reeeeaaally laying on the grumpy mood this morning? Was there some party last night and now they were just tired? "Good morning, Miss Lockwood." she nodded towards the Slytherin. Staring. Watching. Squinting. Thinking. COMING TO CONCLUSIONS.
Goodness, a lot of these kids looked worse for wear today. Though it just seemed over the top to her that someone even brought a cane in. Really, what in Merlin's beard was going on? They were acting like old people! Was it an assignment? It was an assignment wasn't it...
Muggle studies maybe?
Potions?
She'd almost missed the sixth year's greeting, having been focused solely on the two Hufflepuffs who joined them previously, though her gaze snapped to the Slytherin as she...almost slipped. "Oh, good morning Miss...Emerson." Oh yes, there was an Astrid Emerson on her roster.
Giving a slight nod to the two quiet Ravenclaws who'd arrived, she was a bit too distracted to mind the lack of greeting from the both of them, eyeing those students whom looked more like they should be at the healer's office than here. If it wasn't an assignment, then there was some virus going on. Surely. Winter weather was a terrible pain at times with colds and flus.
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Didn't she just fix the entrance area?
Squinting at the floor, the Professor headed over to re-fix it. Or at least the area she apparently missed. The floor needed to be slippery, but not THAT slippery. "Dobro outro, Mister Bolton." she smiled to the Gryffindor, searching for those particularly slippery places by sliding her feet across the floor.
"Helloooooo, Mister Radley." she greeted warmly, somewhat distracted with pointing her wand at the floor and muttering something under her breath. That...should fix it. STAY! FLOOR! Stay.
"Good...morning..." Did her ears decieve her? Glancing up from her task, she watched the Hufflepuff join the rest of the class. Good Merlin, was there really a happy older student in her lesson today? Shrugging to herself, she rubbed her ear and went back to making the floor a little less slippery. How 'bout that.
Oh, goodness, Merlin. Her faith that a few happy students would show up was returning. "Good morning, Mister Summers!" she smiled back at the boy. Well, no. Not boy. Young man. "Or should I say, Head Boy. Congratulations."
If one more student came in here looking like a tired sloth, she was going to turn her lesson into an outdoor marathon. Or she'd think about it at least. "Helloooooo, Mister Messer. Better than most of your classmates, I can confidently say." she chuckled lightly. Really. They looked awful.
The more smiles there were, the merrier the class would be. "You could say that." she laughed, glancing to the shiny floors. As far as she knew though, most of the super slippery parts were fixed so...no more super sliding, right?
"Good day, Mister Bay." she greeted the fifth year in her usual warm and welcoming manner.
"Good mooorning, Mister Lecium." she said with a tad song like nature, smiling towards the Hufflepuff. "My summer vos very nice, thank you. I do hope yours was a memorable one."
This was the first student where she'd actually noticed the contrast in hair color. Suddenly reminded of Alexa's comments about recieving grey hairs because of stress, Medea absentmindedly raised an eyebrow. Were NEWTS really this stressful nowawadays? "Dobro outro, Miss Delaine."
"Good day, Miss Edwards." she smiled. "Oh, it vos excellent, yes. I hope yours vos as vell?"
It was always lovely to see the youngsters make it to lessons on time. The castle was rather large, and so very many places one could get lost. "Good morning, Miss Granger." she smiled and nodded to the Hufflepuff first year.
Oh yes, the Gryffindor with the unusual yet splendid name. "Godo morning, Miss Goldman." Christmas Goldman. How wonderful was that? "It vos lovely, thank you. I hope yours vos a memorable one."
This wasn't another young student already receiving facial whiskers, was it? It was just the light, right? These students were growing up waaaay too fast! SHE REMEMBERED AS JUST BABIES! Sorta. First years. Close enough. "Good morning, Mister Newell." she smiled towards the youngster.
More smiley students. The more the merrier! "Hello, Mister Romalotti." she smiled in return at the boy, before taking a glance at her watch. Her newly charmed watch, that is. Told the time perfectly and wasn't all...not perfect...anymore. Oh my, it was getting very close to class starting.
"Hello, Miss Greenwell." she nodded to the Gryffindor, noting the lack of falling to the floor. GOOD.
With a final glance to her watch, Medea looked up and started to wave her wand at the double doors to close them. Though suddenly stopped, due to an almost latecomer. Alright. Was that all of them? Waiting a few more seconds for any possible last students to round the corner, she waved her wand...and the doors creaked shut.
Okay then. Taking a deep breath, she moved back to her position at the front of the class...before moving to the third row of seats upon the stands so she could see everyone. What was there, one student who was sitting? With a slippery floor like they had, you'd think they'd sit. "You may sit down, you know." she smiled in amusement, giving them a verbal nudge. Yes, sit. You all looked like death. Most...anyways.
"Before ve begin..." Taking her own seat upon the stands, she crossed a leg over the other and continued. "Does anyone vont to tell me vot's up? Vos there a party last night or something? Or is this some unusual assignment you've received?"
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Bay moved towards the front of the class. "Errr Professor… I'm not sure whats going on and I haven't seen this assigned for any class??" Bay didn't' care if anyone liked him or not for saying it…. Grey hair…. who would want that.. They were all young and had full colour in their hair.. If that made Bay a little shallow than good.
For some strange reason the floor was slippery. Having not known this, Beverly almost fell flat on her back IF she had not grasped the closest thing to her, which was someone's robes sleeve. After recovering from her near death experience, she walked toward the stands where the professor was perched.
That...was embarrassing. She mumbled an apology - without looking at the person - and moved to sit. This time with tiny baby elf steps.
She gazed up at professor Romanos quizzically. A party? The only party Beverly has heard of and attended was the one Slytherin held. It had been awesome. Food, butterbeer and fights. They made their ancestors proud, as her brother would put it.
Recently, though? She hasn't heard of any other party. So, she sat quietly with her hands on her lap, biting on the inside of her cheek to keep from showing her amusement at Gryffindor Prefect.
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Smiling at the Professor's greeting, she took note of the warning, and was careful as she took her seat by her friends (Tessa and Sander). Huh, she sure was right about it being slippery. A few people had even slipped. What had happened to these floors.
Expecting to start the lesson off with a question about dark creatures or something, she was surprised when they were asked if there had been a party the night before. Biting her lip, she remained silent. She herself had not been partying, and as such had nothing to contribute. Others though? She had no idea what her classmates had gotten up to.
Was that rhetorical because it was pretty obvious with his more than one strand of grey hair. Though this class did seem a bit depressed. Nigel took a seat and thought about answering.
"Grey Hair is Evil"
That was just a fact. Unless you were the Potion's Master and could pull it off.
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Bay lowered his voice to a whisper because he didn't want to get into trouble with the professor.. while they walked to the side of the room Bay had to sneeze. He stopped.
"Ahhhhh…..AHHHHHHHH……CHOOOOOOOOO" he said quite loudly but quickly added a "excuse me" He instantly started to feel nervous. he whispered over to Louis.. "hey man…. do I have like boogies in my nose now?" He didn't want to go through the whole class with a bat in the cave.
Wait what… people were doing what to their hair? "Errrrrrr noooo… Seriously grey hair?? why would anyone do that?" he asked while fixing his own hair automatically.
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"Bless you," said Louis as Bay sneezed so loudly that he was sure even the elves cooking in the kitchen could've heard him. The Gryffindor laughed aloud - though he was quick to shut himself to avoid getting any negative attention from the professor - when Bay asked if he had any 'boogies' in his nose. Louis tilted his head slightly to get a better look into the other boy's nostrils (that's not weird at all). "Nope. All clear."
"That's what I thought," said Louis when Bay asked why anyone would want grey hair. "Maybe some new trend from overseas?" Who knows.
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Okay then. Taking a deep breath, she moved back to her position at the front of the class...before moving to the third row of seats upon the stands so she could see everyone. What was there, one student who was sitting? With a slippery floor like they had, you'd think they'd sit. "You may sit down, you know." she smiled in amusement, giving them a verbal nudge. Yes, sit. You all looked like death. Most...anyways.
"Before ve begin..." Taking her own seat upon the stands, she crossed a leg over the other and continued. "Does anyone vont to tell me vot's up? Vos there a party last night or something? Or is this some unusual assignment you've received?"
What was with all the ancient looking souls, HUH?
Oh.
Louis nearly forgot the lovely art of sitting down until the professor had to order the students to get off the floor. The boy moved to the front of the classroom and took a seat, most likely next to Bay or something.
Parties? Unusual assignments? Louis looked around. Was she talking about the students' grey hair or their rather tired-looking expressions?
"Whatever it is, I feel left out," muttered the Gryffindor, more to himself than to anyone in particular. It wasn't a complaint either, as he was rather happy with his very dark brown hair.
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Was it obvious that he was slowly aging? He had tried everything he could to dye his hair and moisturize the wrinkles away and trim he beard and nose and ear hairs. But he realized he was fighting a losing battle.
He raised his hand,"Professor I didn't have a party last night although it feels like I did. I've been feeling so tired lately, even something as simple as climbing the stairs takes longer to do so..... And this facial stuff happening to me." Sander paused trying to quell his frustration.
"I've been having to get up earlier and earlier each morning because I wake up and find I have long hairs sticking out of my nose and ears and what used to be a five o'clock shadow has become like Merlin's beard. I have to cut them all off because I don't want people to think I'm weird." Sander sighed.
"Then there's the grumpiness. I'm an easy going guy but I'm finding that I'm getting cranky over the stupidest things like that stupid slippery floor. Whoever put it there??" Sander grumbled before he realized he was actually voicing his displeasure.
"See what I mean? I wouldn't even had said that under normal circumstances." Sander sighed.
THERE WAS A PARTY AND NO ONE HAD TOLD HIM ABOUT IT?
Although he was not sure he wanted to attend any sort of party that was going to make him look like some of his fellow students. And if Alexa hadn't been one of the students that appeared to be ageing so fast he would have probably laughed.
Some of them did look kinda funny.
"Maybe it's lack of activity." He said helpfully. "Perhaps a good duelling session will shake off those aches and pains."
[color=#cc8888]Oh...oh my...that indeed was a beard.
With a final glance to her watch, Medea looked up and started to wave her wand at the double doors to close them. Though suddenly stopped, due to an almost latecomer. Alright. Was that all of them? Waiting a few more seconds for any possible last students to round the corner, she waved her wand...and the doors creaked shut.
Okay then. Taking a deep breath, she moved back to her position at the front of the class...before moving to the third row of seats upon the stands so she could see everyone. What was there, one student who was sitting? With a slippery floor like they had, you'd think they'd sit. "You may sit down, you know." she smiled in amusement, giving them a verbal nudge. Yes, sit. You all looked like death. Most...anyways.
"Before ve begin..." Taking her own seat upon the stands, she crossed a leg over the other and continued. "Does anyone vont to tell me vot's up? Vos there a party last night or something? Or is this some unusual assignment you've received?"
What was with all the ancient looking souls, HUH?
Cutty lifted his head upon hearing Romanos address the class. This exposed the straggly white hairs that had been growing on his chin...that he didn't seem to care to remove, because he was all like BEARD! They were careless and patchy about their growing too and they matched a few that had appeared toward the back of his head. It looked as if he'd been trying to transfigure his head into that of a goat. And maybe he had.
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Okay, see. he thought it was strange which should have been reason enough for him not suggesting or saying anything. Her hair was becoming a major problem for her and it didn't help that Jun saw wrinkles on her forehead. She hadn't stopped rubbing all those anti-wrinkle creams she begged her father for. This...whatever this was, would NOT get the better of her.
It sounded like Benjy was finally getting the big idea and the Gryffindor gave a firm nod. "Not my doing." hvskafjvsi he thought it was the stress of OWLs too!! See that?? SEE THAT?? "They should just cancel the exams this year and be done with it. This," she pointed to her hair, "can't be healthy, it can't and I'd rather have my hair be normal again." Lottie already told her the hair wouldn't be enough to get her out of studying. She was in a fix. "Thanks. I'll take all the help I can get."
And there she went. Blah blah blah, ugh, Lex didn't care about the classroom or the people anymore. It was her hair. Alexa wasn't one to fixate about her hair, anyone who saw her could tell that but this was different. It was about the colour and the fact that it was changing when she wished it wouldn't. "Yeah, s'okay, not your fault." Lex said with a small shrug when she apologized. Merlin knew who's fault it was. "And I know who you are." Because she did. Lex didn't have a shoddy memory thanks.
The chuckling made her think just maybe the Professor wasn't actually taking her seriously and truthfully...that annoyed her more than the slippery floor and the missing furniture. This was serious business!!! HER HAIR was going GREY. Before you knew it it would be white. Given the original colour she was surprized it didn't just skip ahead to white. Ughhhh.
Oh but then it looked like the woman finally noticed half her head was covered in grey hair. Finally. "Good to know." She said, taking a seat on the floor after much laboured moving and trying not to work out her back too much. It was feeling a lot tighter than she remembered and she was praying whatever happened to Professor Airey wouldn't get to her. No big back cracking pain please.
Ow...ow...ow...Ahhhh. Okay. Seated.
Lex raised her hand, not knowing about anyone else but herself in all this. "I'm getting grey hairs Professor, I've tried dying it blonde again and had Lottie try with magic but it just went right back and keeps spreading. If this is an assignment, I haven't been told about it and would like some extra credit for being an involuntary test subject. I take all rewards in candy where possible." And a solemn nod. It wasn't Romanos' doing but she hung out in the staffroom. Surely she'd pass along the message. "And in future, can I suggest no assignments that give me joint stiffness and wrinkles? Please? Daddy's starting to wonder what I'm doing with all the wrinkle cream." Keeping wrinkles under control obviously. No way was she walking around with less than perfect skin and that coming from Alexa was saying A LOT.
Were they being experimented on? Cutty had a look around the classroom and noted that he wasn't the only unfortunate one with a beard here. Although, it seemed that most had opted for the greying hairs. It was something that, up until the Gryffindor Prefect had pointed it out, he would've gladly done for free, but now that she'd gone and said that...
"Yeah! Extra credit or solid Gringotts credit, say in the form of galleons." Just in case word got around.
OK, they could sit down. When he did he could feel his calf muscles tense up some? Ow eeee. West's quidditch training and some of his own couldn't be that bad on his body right, he was only seventeen. [s]and felt like a eighty-seven year old[s]
Grey hairs? Asher didn't know anything about that or a Party? A party that someone didn't invite him to. How rude Or an assignment? What assignment? If the grey hair was an assignment he didn't want it.
Then that Hufflepuff dude said something about a beard. Maybe he should ask the professor maybe she would know "Professor, is it normal for someone my age to have to shave facial hair every other day?" He
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Urgh. It was most definitely not a party that had put the majority of the students in this mood, at least not one he had heard about anyway. And he was sure his friends would have informed him if they knew about something he didn't. The Slytherin shook his head at the Professors question as his mind was diverted back to that annoying solitary grey hair on the top of his head which he had tried so desperately to pull out this morning.
"Its probably stress" he put forward into the conversation. "At least with the older students anyway, with exams looming at the end of the year." Who wouldn't be stressed? Terry was sure it was the backlog of all the revision from last year that had caused his weird but mild symptoms to come along. Those with the more severe symptoms, Alexa to name but a few, had the exams coming up this year. "And the grumpy mood is probably infectious," hence why some of the younger students were perhaps showing symtoms.
Maybe? Who knew. All he knew was that he wanted to get rid of his right now.
Sophie had debated not coming to this class today because Romanos liked to make them sit in weird positions and she wasn't sure if she felt flexible enough for it, buuuut... there she was, lurking somewhere behind Tobes. She had willingly gravitated toward the nearest wall and slid down to the floor when Romanos told them they could sit - she had to claim that spot against the wall to use it for support, y'know? Just to ease some tension from her body and help her relax a bit.
She was stressing. Stressing a lot. And... it seemed others were, too, as people were talking about grey hairs and wrinkles and facial hair and aging and muscle stiffness and it was stressing Sophie out even MORE. On... one hand, she was sliiiightly relieved - the majority of the class seemed to be feeling sick, too. Or... something. She sure hoped she didn't have what those who looked like they were almost aging had. Really - wasn't that a first year over there with visible gray hairs? And a sixth year with actual wrinkles? And not just the kind from normal facial expressions? Seriously, what was in the water at this school?
While the idea that others were going through a tougher time than she was right now was comforting, Sophie didn't give her input to the professor's question. Nope. Nothing wrong with Sophie Brown. She was one hundred percent feelin' good. Yeeeeeeeeeep. Sure. Puttin' on that happy face.
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"Uh, I'm okay, thanks for asking Professor,'' Adi said as he grabbed Sander's hand and hauled himself up. "Thanks, dude,'' he added to Sander. He rubbed his back. Just that hurt. Sheesh, why was the place so slippery? And with that thought, he was grumpy again.
Oh, they could sit? Well, finally! Adi ran his hand through his hair (which was plagued with even more grey hairs now) as he found a seat. He hated standing these days and that was strange. "I've got grey hair, a fast growing beard, I'm slow and I'm grumpy,'' Adi said shortly. He tried his best to soften his tone. He always liked Romanos. But why did she keep the floor so slippery?!
Kace smiled when the professor hoped he had an memorable summer. He did have an interesting one that is for sure. When the professor mentioned he could sit down, he grinned and sat down with the others.
Now she asked an interesting question. What was up with the students and school. Kace thought about it and he did mention he was getting gray hairs when he looked in the mirror. He even noticed he was growing a beard. Kace raised his hand and said, "Professor i noticed that i was growing a beard and i feel like i am too young and i am getting little grey hairs." he said picking them out and hoping they won't grow back.
Okay, see. he thought it was strange which should have been reason enough for him not suggesting or saying anything. Her hair was becoming a major problem for her and it didn't help that Jun saw wrinkles on her forehead. She hadn't stopped rubbing all those anti-wrinkle creams she begged her father for. This...whatever this was, would NOT get the better of her.
It sounded like Benjy was finally getting the big idea and the Gryffindor gave a firm nod. "Not my doing." hvskafjvsi he thought it was the stress of OWLs too!! See that?? SEE THAT?? "They should just cancel the exams this year and be done with it. This," she pointed to her hair, "can't be healthy, it can't and I'd rather have my hair be normal again." Lottie already told her the hair wouldn't be enough to get her out of studying. She was in a fix. "Thanks. I'll take all the help I can get."
And there she went. Blah blah blah, ugh, Lex didn't care about the classroom or the people anymore. It was her hair. Alexa wasn't one to fixate about her hair, anyone who saw her could tell that but this was different. It was about the colour and the fact that it was changing when she wished it wouldn't. "Yeah, s'okay, not your fault." Lex said with a small shrug when she apologized. Merlin knew who's fault it was. "And I know who you are." Because she did. Lex didn't have a shoddy memory thanks.
The chuckling made her think just maybe the Professor wasn't actually taking her seriously and truthfully...that annoyed her more than the slippery floor and the missing furniture. This was serious business!!! HER HAIR was going GREY. Before you knew it it would be white. Given the original colour she was surprized it didn't just skip ahead to white. Ughhhh.
Oh but then it looked like the woman finally noticed half her head was covered in grey hair. Finally. "Good to know." She said, taking a seat on the floor after much laboured moving and trying not to work out her back too much. It was feeling a lot tighter than she remembered and she was praying whatever happened to Professor Airey wouldn't get to her. No big back cracking pain please.
Ow...ow...ow...Ahhhh. Okay. Seated.
Lex raised her hand, not knowing about anyone else but herself in all this. "I'm getting grey hairs Professor, I've tried dying it blonde again and had Lottie try with magic but it just went right back and keeps spreading. If this is an assignment, I haven't been told about it and would like some extra credit for being an involuntary test subject. I take all rewards in candy where possible." And a solemn nod. It wasn't Romanos' doing but she hung out in the staffroom. Surely she'd pass along the message. "And in future, can I suggest no assignments that give me joint stiffness and wrinkles? Please? Daddy's starting to wonder what I'm doing with all the wrinkle cream." Keeping wrinkles under control obviously. No way was she walking around with less than perfect skin and that coming from Alexa was saying A LOT.
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She then took a seat as the professor said and just sat there quietly since she had no idea why the arena was slippery.
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Ben was trying to settle into a comfortable position when class was begun. It seemed like every which way there was an ache here or an ache there and new ones popping up every once and a while . And sitting next to Adi once Romanos said they could was no better. Maybe they needed the mats back from last term. They would offer some sort of cushioning to the shiny and slippery floor.
Hearing the question from the professor the second year couldn't help but be relieved someone was finally deciding to draw attention to it. His blonde hair mixed with grey and the aches were his own main concern but now that the Hufflepuff beside him mentioned a beard, Benjamin was reminded how the hair around his own ears seemed to be further and further along his face. Was he growing a beard too? "I have no clue what it is...other than annoying and weird."
Was she really the only one sitting? No, there was that girl who was sitting close to her, looking like she wanted to use Gwen as a shield for something. Thank goodness the professor told them all to sit down. Being the only one would be a little awkward.
Oh, the first teacher to acknowledge all of the old people! Gwen had a theory about that. She'd read in the Prophet that some dude who stole time had escaped from prison. She didn't know anything at all about stealing time, but it sure looked like that's what was going on here. Or maybe it was all a practical joke, because mostly it seemed like Gryffindors. Well, Gryffindor was the house making the biggest deal out of it. So she was willing to bet they had all done it as a prank of sorts.
She shifted uncomfortably, feeling like the class was a bit in trouble. If they were in trouble she had three choices. First, she could pretend to be in on the joke and get in trouble with the class. Second, she could be the jerk-kid that everyone hated and announce that she had nothing to do with this weird old-people thing, or third she could sit quietly and not make any decisions until it had played out.
Choosing the last option she fiddled a little with her hair avoiding eye contact with anyone, especially the professor.
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It was good to see Romanos smiling. Really. Good. Keep it up, yeah? And the congratulations only made the boy smile more. He glanced down at the bright badge pinned to his chest before looking up again. "Thanks, Professor!"
They could sit down? Alec didn't bother hiding the look of immense relief that had spread across his face. The yoga part might be difficult but sitting down was something this tired badger was all up for. Without another word, the boy sat down as slowly as he could so as not to hurt his back even more. A sigh of relief was let out once he finally managed to sit down properly. This was great! Maybe they could do this for the rest of the lesson. Sit. No drastic movements and definitely not something that included running.
And then Romanos was speaking.
Party? ... Erm...? Yeah, he'll answer her question. Because she was asking them all, right? And even if other people were experiencing something similar to him -- which was weird but a little relieving -- he... thought he should give his input. "Professor?" he started, raising his hand in the air, "My back hurts and going up those stairs has become... well... more of a struggle than before. I couldn't make it very far without getting out of breath. And I can't walk very quickly in case it hurts my back." ... Anything else? "The hair on my chin grows back very quickly and... and I have to shave a lot more now." At this, he indicated to the fuzz that was growing around the chin area. He had shaved that before breakfast and yet...
... Pause. "Nigel's right, grey hairs are evil." He looked over at the Ravenclaw and gave him a solemn nod. Dude understood hair troubles. Plus, Alec liked his hair without any greys.
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It was only then, as she sat down, that Penelope really looked around and looked at her classmates. Huh. Some of them DID have quite a bit of gray hair, didn't they? That was weird. Was it some sort of new trend or something? She definitely wasn't gonna be following it if that's what it was - she liked her hair brown, thank you very much. Maybe it wasn't a fashion trend though because some of them were complaining about other things along with it. Hmm. Weird.
She just listened though since she apparently wasn't really having any of those problems. And there was no party last night or an assignment about it as far as she knew. So no need for her to answer Romanos' questions.
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Toby wasted no time in dropped to a cross-legged position, sitting on the floor exactly where he'd been standing. At the mention of a party, the Hufflepuff found himself feeling a weird sort of indignence that he'd never felt before. He HADN'T been partying. He was too ACHEY to even BOUNCE these days.
Searching for a good answer with which to explain his predicament, Tobias raised his hand to his head again to flatten his hair forward once more. But this time he left his hand there. Because HIS POOR HAIR.
But what he eventually said was:
"........ I can't even bounce anymore."
In such a small sad pitiful voice. It tacked on to the end of Alec's explanation rather nicely... so apparently a whole BUNCH of them were feeling like this.
Toby didn't mention the hair thing. Because he didn't want anyone looking too closely, even if other students were having similar issues.
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Alex listened to the Professor question all of the weird ailments that appeared to be affecting her classmates. It was somewhat of a relief to know that she was not alone. It seemed like every day she was experiencing another new and unpleasant symptom.
How could Alex explain to the Professor and the class about the gray hair, the wrinkled skin, fatigue and assorted aches and pains? How could she explain something she didn't understand herself? She couldn't, so she kept her hand down and her mouth closed.
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Okay then. Taking a deep breath, she moved back to her position at the front of the class...before moving to the third row of seats upon the stands so she could see everyone. What was there, one student who was sitting? With a slippery floor like they had, you'd think they'd sit. "You may sit down, you know." she smiled in amusement, giving them a verbal nudge. Yes, sit. You all looked like death. Most...anyways.
"Before ve begin..." Taking her own seat upon the stands, she crossed a leg over the other and continued. "Does anyone vont to tell me vot's up? Vos there a party last night or something? Or is this some unusual assignment you've received?"
What was with all the ancient looking souls, HUH?
Yeah... Astrid did not know what was up too. Sorry, Professor. But honestly, they all looked like they've been up for hours and never got enough sleep. Yeah, she was confused too. What was happening? She needed someone to to tell, but even the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor couldn't even answer her question. Sad life. Will the Headmistress be able to answer their questions?
"Is it normal to have grey hair just suddenly appearing on your head, Professor?" Unless you were aging, but they were ALL aging. However, they were not THAT old. Not like Botros-old or something. Astrid didn't have grey hair, right? She would've known it earlier before she left because she always checked the mirror before leaving to make sure that she was in her best appearance.
...... So she immediately looked around at everyone and even checked her own hair. She needed a mirror. Did someone have a mirror? It was important!
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SPOILER!!: Sophie, Oichi, Professor at beginning and then first question
[QUOTE=Rosa Chispa Princessa;11527936]Oichi entered the arena just as a young kid fell to the floor and hit his. She instantly went to go help the kid and slipped right on top of him. "I'm so sorry, I meant to help you and... Why are these floors so slippery? Anyway I'm Oichi, would you like a hand, I'll be a bit more careful this time.", Oichi said as she got up and held out her hand.
Wasn't the lad a second year? Was this the result of another Arithmancy lesson?
"Good morning, Mister-" OH MY! Just one after the other, the students slid...like dominos. "O. boʐye! Mister Maroon! Miss...Paulidine, goodness gracious. Are you two alright?" She could've sworn she saw the young boy hit his head, though hoping to Merlin it was just a trick of light. The floor wasn't THAT slippery was it?
Taking notice of Sophie's helpful hand, Medea smiled to the girl as she moved around and tested the floor near the front of their makeshift 'classroom', looking for the particularly slippery spots that needed evening out.[/color]
He was still on the floor looking up at the ceiling when someone was on top of him. Why was there someone on top of him with a grunt from the impact he looked. It was an older girl. Now to some this would be awesome but right now he just wanted her to move. Why was she on him? "I don't know why they are it's weird, right?" but the girl was off and talking to someone else. He was about to get up when someone else had their hand out. Another older girl. Was this beard attracting the older girls or what? See beards were awesome. He took her hand and got up, "Thank you" He winced a bit from his head when he heard the professor and turned.
He quickly found his seat still rubbing his head when she started talking about what was going on. He listened to others and raised his own hand. "My guess professor. Someone is pranking us and slipping an aging potion into our food. It is pure genius and I want to know who did it because they are awesome. " Honestly greatest prank ever he actually thought about it, but not to this level. No this person was a freaking master of pranks and he needed to learn from them at some point in time.
SPOILER!!: Sophie, Oichi, Professor at beginning and then first question
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Oichi entered the arena just as a young kid fell to the floor and hit his. She instantly went to go help the kid and slipped right on top of him. "I'm so sorry, I meant to help you and... Why are these floors so slippery? Anyway I'm Oichi, would you like a hand, I'll be a bit more careful this time.", Oichi said as she got up and held out her hand.
Wasn't the lad a second year? Was this the result of another Arithmancy lesson?
"Good morning, Mister-" OH MY! Just one after the other, the students slid...like dominos. "O. boʐye! Mister Maroon! Miss...Paulidine, goodness gracious. Are you two alright?" She could've sworn she saw the young boy hit his head, though hoping to Merlin it was just a trick of light. The floor wasn't THAT slippery was it?
Taking notice of Sophie's helpful hand, Medea smiled to the girl as she moved around and tested the floor near the front of their makeshift 'classroom', looking for the particularly slippery spots that needed evening out.[/color]
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He was still on the floor looking up at the ceiling when someone was on top of him. Why was there someone on top of him with a grunt from the impact he looked. It was an older girl. Now to some this would be awesome but right now he just wanted her to move. Why was she on him? "I don't know why they are it's weird, right?" but the girl was off and talking to someone else. He was about to get up when someone else had their hand out. Another older girl. Was this beard attracting the older girls or what? See beards were awesome. He took her hand and got up, "Thank you" He winced a bit from his head when he heard the professor and turned.
He quickly found his seat still rubbing his head when she started talking about what was going on. He listened to others and raised his own hand. "My guess professor. Someone is pranking us and slipping an aging potion into our food. It is pure genius and I want to know who did it because they are awesome. " Honestly greatest prank ever he actually thought about it, but not to this level. No this person was a freaking master of pranks and he needed to learn from them at some point in time.
Well that certainly would explain things. But was Lex a part of all this or just a victim, hmmm... All I do know is that none of this is cool.
"Are you out of you're mind? People are becoming much older against their will and we don't know for sure who is doing it or if it's reversible. This is anything but cool. I'm just glad whatever it is has not affected me but I feel so sorry for those it has affected.".
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OK, they could sit down. When he did he could feel his calf muscles tense up some? Ow eeee. West's quidditch training and some of his own couldn't be that bad on his body right, he was only seventeen. [s]and felt like a eighty-seven year old[s]
Grey hairs? Asher didn't know anything about that or a Party? A party that someone didn't invite him to. How rude Or an assignment? What assignment? If the grey hair was an assignment he didn't want it.
Then that Hufflepuff dude said something about a beard. Maybe he should ask the professor maybe she would know "Professor, is it normal for someone my age to have to shave facial hair every other day?" He
Staring at the class, she didn't particularly focus her gaze upon the seventh year, though replied to him all the same in a soft voice full of puzzlement. "It, depends on the person, Mister Romalotti. Could be natural for you." The second years on the other hand? That was...questionable. "Feel free to ask Healer Tillstorm though......or one of our male professors."
They'd know that stuff.
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Yeah... Astrid did not know what was up too. Sorry, Professor. But honestly, they all looked like they've been up for hours and never got enough sleep. Yeah, she was confused too. What was happening? She needed someone to to tell, but even the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor couldn't even answer her question. Sad life. Will the Headmistress be able to answer their questions?
"Is it normal to have grey hair just suddenly appearing on your head, Professor?" Unless you were aging, but they were ALL aging. However, they were not THAT old. Not like Botros-old or something. Astrid didn't have grey hair, right? She would've known it earlier before she left because she always checked the mirror before leaving to make sure that she was in her best appearance.
...... So she immediately looked around at everyone and even checked her own hair. She needed a mirror. Did someone have a mirror? It was important!
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"Yes. Depending on the person-" HOLD IT! NOPE. This wasn't going to turn into a bodily health lesson.
Honest to Merlin...ninety percent of the symptoms sounded like just plain being a teenager. Unlucky for those just making the transition. Moodiness. Grumpiness. Exaggeration Achy muscles. In fact, she was convinced it was. With a hint of prank nature, like Bart suggested. Couldn't very well get THAT much grey hair, or hair in general for that matter yes eyeing you young students with beards, from exam stress.
At least they were all in one area where she could keep an eye on them?
"Alright, alright. Everyone just....take a deep breath, okay? Go on. Relaaaaaaax." Like she was doing. Deep breath. Deeeeeeeep breath. SNIFF THE FRESH MORNING AIR THROUGH THE NOSE, and slowly exhale through the mouth. "Focus back into the present moment of class. Don't vorry about anything else. I did have a fun inner house competition activity lined up for you guys to vin house points but, I guess you guys von't be up for moving about. Soooo, ve'll add a little bit more theory to our lesson. Everyone take out some parchment, please."
And while they were doing that, she summoned the miniature desks to sit right by each student for them to write on.
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Caleb blinked when the professor pointed out that everyone looked terrible - he looked around and sure enough, everyone was looking pretty horrible. It hadn't even occurred to him that his peppered beard that was coming in was the side effect of the same thing that had been going around the school. Was it even really a DISEASE or was puberty suddenly evolving into a new, weird, hyper-aging stage of life? Hmm?
He rubbed his cheeks again. He needed to look at his hair later and start plucking grays if they were appearing, although it seemed to be contained to his facial hair...for now.
Very uncharacteristically, he sat and crossed his arms, leaning back and kind of folding into himself. Was something really wrong with him? He was anxious, and wanted to be anywhere BUT class right now...
Still, he took a piece of paper out of his bag and placed it on the desk in front of him. Folded arms. More slouching.
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They were careless and patchy about their growing too and they matched a few that had appeared toward the back of his head. It looked as if he'd been trying to transfigure his head into that of a goat. And maybe he had. 
