Up, down, up, up, down. Hmmm? Did she just go over two desks in a row? Oh well, she could always crawl under one extra desk. So Leah went under the next desk to get her number even. Some smart thinking here.

Now that Leah was done with her second row, she was starting to like this thing more. She wanted more laps to run! Her liking for exercise though, did not take over her love for Charms. She sped up so that everybody could get this over with and they could begin their lesson... officially. Due to her excitement, she bumped into the closest desk, unable to stop beforehand.

Ughhh. She groaned, but otherwise ignored the pain and continued with the crawling and jumping. She was so close to the end now! Leah made her way up the last desk and had the briefest of a pause to enjoy the satisfying feeling of success. Then she jumped down.

Janelle smiled as Professor Quigley responded to her greeting. "Oh yes, Im doing well Professor......excited for the new term and all."

Once the class was called to order the Professor explained what they would be doing first. Wait, what? Did he say that they would be doing a desk obstacle course to start things off? Janelle didn't know whether this was a good idea or not, but being rather nimble, she figured she was up for the challenge.

"No time like the present", Janelle thought to herself. She walked toward the back of the class and positioned herself near the first row of desks. She decided to go under first and did an army crawl beneath the first desk. Under was the easy part, over not so much. That was a tad awkward. Nontheless, Janelle hoisted herself on top of the desk, careful to keep balanced so the desk wouldn't fall over. Under and over she went from one desk to the next until she scaled the final desk in the first row.

One down two to go. Deciding to switch things up a little, Janelle climbed over the first desk in the second row. She was getting the hang of it now and was able to move through the maze faster this time. Janelle found that she could crawl under the desks without completely flattening her body so she was definitely picking up speed. Now she had a rhythm going. Over, under, over, under. Before she knew it, Janelle had completed her second row.

Last row.......Janelle decided that she would challenge herself this time. She wanted to go as fast as she could, preferably without breaking her neck. Ready, set, go. Starting under as she had on the first row. Janelle took off and crawled under the first desk. She wished she'd had a stop watch because she was really moving now. Counting to herself, Janelle navigated the final row of desks in record time. Well, record time for her, anyway. She stood and stretched, totally feeling ready for the lesson now. In the meantime, she watched the final students complete the task.

Izaac was certain that HE didn't need to shake the morning off, because he was far too excited, but he would play along for the sake of the other students. If anything this would get him more excited, actually. After filling out his name tag and sticking it onto his uniform, Izaac got into the line on the right and waited his turn. It was funny. He laughed as he watched the other students go first.

He ducked in SECONDS when he had space to, straight to his hands and knees and underneath the first desk. His eyes soon averted to the other students around him, especially his friend Marsha, and it appeared to put a spring in his step. He got to his feet and did an impressive butt slide across the next desk. YEAH, he was gonna get there the FASTED. He pretty much fell to the floor but managed to crawl under the next one.

But he got up too quickly and BUMP! went his head on the desk.

Owowoweeeeeee. Izaac rubbed it, checked no one saw, and soldiered on. He had finished anyway, but felt too bruised... physically and emotionally.

OKAY.

Row two done.

Pleased with herself, Lux crawled under another desk then climbed over the one after. Some of her classmates were done, and she hoped that she would be joining them soon. Exercise was fun, but she had somehow hurt her knee and it made things a little harder. Ugggggh. Get in touch with your inner Lion, she told herself as she carried on.

Under. Over. Under. Over. She wondered how clean these floors were as she crawled under the next desk. Even though she wasn't a germaphobe, no one wanted to have disgusting hands and clothes. Making a face, Lux moved on to the next row and kept going until she was finally finished.

Smiling, she stood up and gave another stretch.

"While it is an underappreciated name and i was growing to like being called it. I just thought it was time" Dante said shrugging. It had been a whole year and yeah it was just time.

And on that note time for class listening and hoping he would let everyone nap. It was a slim hope. But you never know. And just like that he is talking about the exact opposite. Psychical exercise. You are evil Professor Q. Dante is impressed.

He even turned into a cat and show us what we were suppose to be doing. Which Dante guessed is more than he expected from him. Dante expected him to just point with his wand where he wanted them to go and lounge in his chair and watch. So crawl then climbing over. Well just what Dante did not want to d in a class. Whatever time it was during the day.

He dropped to the ground and began the crawl.

With a sudden burst of energy that came out of nowhere, Toby sprang up from where he'd just crawled under that last desk (whacking his back on it with a sudden crash as he did so on account of misjudging the distance, but ignoring any pain), and DOVE clear over the next one, not even touching it. Skills. He stuck the landing (kind of... well... he just sort of hit the deck without any grace but in TOBY'S EYES it was a success), and crawled under the next one. He was taking these ones at SPEED.

Probably not wise. The more enthusiastic Toby got, the faster he moved, and the more he ended up painfully knocking into the desks he was going over and under. Which was NO BIG. Sure, there would be bruises, but it was all in the name of FUN.

NYOOOM, over a desk, then WHOOOOSH underneath it. Up and over, down and under, like he was a sewing needle pulling thread through the material of LIFE (aka, the classroom). Sure, he was getting a little puffed from all the activity, but as an athlete AND a human pogo stick he was sort of used to a lot of physical activity. Nothing he couldn't handle.

To the final row he went. OVER and UNDER and OVER and UNDER, occasionally whacking his head on the underside of the desks, but doing his best to avoid random pieces of gum that people had stuck under there (ew). Yes, Toby had definitely been woken up. But it was the kind of 'woken up' that you did not want from Tobias Fuller-Thompson at the start of a lesson. He was buuuuzzing.

At last, the Hufflepuff sprang back up, having completed the 'course', beaming and bouncing on the balls of his feet. Looking very much like he was ready to do the whole thing again.

"Awesome!"

And more proof that Quigley and Bellaire were, like, polar opposites. Just an observation.

Hearing his name, the young lad sat back in his seat, looking towards the professor. Rough morning? Did he look like he was having a rough morning? Or was the teacher psychic and just KNEW that the morning was a difficult one? "I suppose, sir," he said softly, fiddling with his fingers some.

His clothes were a little wrinkly, so maybe that was how the professor knew.

Professor Quigley, he corrected himself. Lance smiled somewhat, glancing towards the people closest to him. Kinda a funny name, wasn't it? But what wasn't so funny, was that they had to run laps. No no, not run. Crawl and climb. Dancing daisies on a seahorse! Before he knew it, the chairs were gone (HOW COOL WAS THAT??), and the professor was a CAT and...

THEY WERE STARTING!

Climbing was actually one of his more favorite activities, but he just couldn't get the image of the professor turning into a cat out of his head. UP and OVER the desk he went... only to STOP. DROP. AND CRAWL under the next desk. Could everyone turn into a cat? Could HE learn to turn into a cat? Could he be a dog instead? Or a bird? Hopping up from the floor, he continued UP and OVER the next desk and then DOWN and ZOOM ZOOOOM CRAWL with the next.

"Professor , sir?" he asked, starting on the final desk, "How do you turn into a caaaaaa-"

Totally miscalculated where to put his hand. Doooown he went with a slight THUD, having caught himself mostly at the last second.

All was good.

OOPS. SHE WAS UP!

Rusty had got distracted by the CAT PERSON. HUMAN CAT. CAT HUMAN. THE WHOLE CAT THING!!!! and had almost missed her chance to GO, but it was okay, she'd snapped back into focus and she was OFF!

Right, let's make this as easy as Cat!Professor made it look.

.......over....over.....over.....over.....over
under...under...under...under...under...under

Was she doing it right? Probably. It was what everyone else was doing.

She took a second to glance around at her classmates, misplaced a hand, and BANG!!! She hit her head on the corner of one of the desks.

"OW!" This was DANGEROUS. But oh well... She took a second to regroup her thoughts... "I'm okay... I'm okay!" She was, it was only a bump. Anyway, she had to carry on!!

.......over....over.....over.....over.....over
under...under...under...under...under...under

Angel just stared at the Professor, was he like telling her that she should keep a tab on her sister and drag her to his lesson, wasn't that Adi job now? Angel thought it was anyway but she wasn't going to say anything to anyone she would just get on with the lesson right...........

Okay now they had to go under and over desks, but that was dangerous right especially going on top of desks right, she would try not to fall off, okay she was ready, well she was sort of ready.

Angel started going over and under the tables, she crawled under a few of them before she crawled over them... "Awesome!" Angel thought to herself, this was totally like being in the army as they were doing some sort of obstacle course.

Oh. Merlin.

The lack of coordination among many students in the class was all too REAL and Maddox could only stare in horror. People were hitting their heads, falling off desks, trying to be the kind of superhero that FLEW over desks--was that one kid gonna throw up???

It was truly unbelievable and if he'd known some of them would be THIS bad...well they'd still have to do it, naturally, look how awake they all were now but he would have invited the Healer because concussions were not conducive to the activity that was to come later on. Large yellow eyes looked to the ceiling for a moment, wondering whether or not he should have found something else to help with the spell later on.

Nah....nah what were the odds they were hurt themselves a second time? It was perfectly fine. Maddox sauntered back to his desk were he stretched back into the shape of a man...in case he would have to offer serious help afterall.

The Professor actually had to squint before he could read what Miss Wojack had scribbled onto her name tag.

She wanted to learn to be a cat too...? How many students had he directed to Bellaire last term? It seemed to do little to discourage their asking him. "You're already proving to be quite the hard worker. We'll see if we can't work something out later." A compliment for the young girl that looked like she was in the full throws of exercise and exhaustion and everything else.

Class time was not the right time to discuss animagus things however.

Could they do this every lesson? Absolutely not. It might not look it, but the man was possibly even more exhausted now than when he got here. Only difference now was it wasn't sleep he craved as much as lounging on a comfy cushion for hours. "I....think that'll depend on your classmates from now on." He said, eyeing the lot of them.

If half of them showed up falling asleep on their feet again then this might become a habit yet. Word to the wise.

Oh sweet Circe don't be dead. O_O

Maddox watched this one flop painfully to the floor, cringing at the loaded thud that accompanied his decent. The current game plan was to watch, if he didn't get up....the man would ask people to help roll him into the hall. They could arrange the story, he never made it inside. No one had to know. THANKFULLY though, the boy did get up.

"That's the spirit Mister Hughbert! You've got this." It was as much a lie as any other with the Professor desperately trying to convince himself the kid would be fine. Look at him...he was a.....er....trooper....yeah?

His attention was drawn back to the little blonde one half way over the desk...mostly because he was FALLING off that desk while asking about cats. Funny how he'd forgotten that new students meant a whole new bunch who'd never known he was an animagus.

Huh.

"Training, lots of training and then absolutely no effort at all." Animagus training was horridly strict and a lot of effort but the transformation it self took little to nothing. "See?" Once again the man was shrinking and shifting until there sat a black cat perched on the man's desk where the Professor once stood leaning. He gave what he thought was an eyeful before stretching back to the man he usually was.

"Effortless."



He continued watching the others, noting a few left in need of doing the mini obstacle course. If they reacted like this NOW, how would they react later in the term during another lesson he planned? That should be entertaining. "Keep it moving, we need to begin shortly or we won't have enough time."

OOC: I decided to extend it just a little longer so I'll be moving this class at around 6 or 7 pm GMT -5 ^^

Holy bananas would it EVER be her turn? Norah waiiiiiited and waited as she watched all the other students go up and down along the row of desks. This looked FUN. Whoever had given Professor Quigley this idea was probably super duper cool. A cool cat, even. Hehehehe. Heheh. Heh.

When it was finally her turn she gave the cat a salute and clambered on to the top of the desk then jumped down from it with soft thump. Man, that thump wasn't loud enough at ALL. She looked around to see if anybody had noticed how graceful she'd been, but it didn't really matter 'cause she was proud of herself and that totally counted. She got to her knees and crawled under the next one, then pushed herself to her feet a little too early and bumped the top of her head on the edge of the desk. WHOOPSIES. Nobody saw that. She straightened up and climbed over the next one, then under the one after. This time she went veeeery slowly to make sure no head hit the table 'cause really that wasn't pleasant. This was still FUN though, if that counted.

Once she reached the end of the row, Norah dusted the knees of her robes and pushed a curl out of her eyes 'cause excuse YOU, hair, you had no right to be there right now. She was busy being awesome and rocking this obstacle course thingy mabob or whatever this was. She marched towards the first desk in the next row then pushed herself on top of it and looked around again just to see what is was like to be a real live tall person, then jumped down with a BIG thump this time. Yay thumpy noises yay! She was a little short of breath by the time she up-downed all the way across this row, which was weird 'cause she ran a lot and didn't DESERVE this kind of weakness. Weird weird weird.

She marched her way to the THIRD row of desks and started the ups and the downs, only bumping her leg three times but the left leg stayed un-bumped so really that was a pretty good accomplishment. The fourth year pumped a fist in the air but didn't WHOOP 'cause the cat man wouldn't be very happy with her if she did that, then sat down to examine the purple-y bruises that were starting to form on her right leg. One of them looked like an umbrella! COOOOOOL.

Coming up from the floor, after crawling under the first desk, she really had to thank her genes for making her small. How did anyone tall crawl under? Probably not comfortably, no. Zhenya next tried to climb up and over the table. She put one knee on the table, hoisted herself up, and lifted her other leg over, sliding smoothly off the table. Her heart was starting to beat a little faster, and she was sure those who weren't morning people would be waking up. She got back onto her knees and made her way under the next table, keeping her elbows in and her head down. No knocked elbows or heads for her, thanks. Coming back off the floor, she repeated the actions of climbing over the desk, then under, until she had finished that row.

... This place couldn't seriously be a school... First explosions that explained the moon or something and now running between desks?What did this have to do with anything, really? But he wasn't going to be the one to get his house in trouble as he started to try what the professor said, trying to be careful. He already had one bump, he didn't need another one to go along with it. Up, and down... This should be simple enough, right? He tried and on his way up the first time, he managed to hit his head again... He let out a small grumble, careful not to mess with anyone's stuff, still trying to keep a steady pace.

Up, and down, up, and down... He kept trying, slowly getting it down with a light jogging pace. It was better than hitting himself, fifty times. Philipe sighed and kept going, careful of those in front of him and of those behind him, though his pace wasn't changing anytime soon. He continued and after doing all of the rows, he stopped at his seat again, slightly out of breath, not sure what he was supposed to do now that they were finished.

Toby did a shifty look left, and then a shifty look right, appearing very much like he was

UP

to something.

Quigley hadn't noticed he'd already finished the desk thing, right? 'Cause, like, 'cause... he wanted to do it again. There were still some people doing the obstacle course too, and Toby had been struck with a brilliant idea, perfect for getting rid (or perhaps further amping up?) that excess energy he now had. The Hufflepuff suddenly ducked out of sight, concealed by the desks, and disappeared for a few moments.

Moments later he could be seen with the stragglers of the desk-weavers, having crawled across the floor to rejoin them in order to repeat at least the last half of the activity. IT WAS FUN OKAY.

EVERYBODY ACT COOL.

Over (again), and under (again), and *WHACK, OUCH* over (again), and under (again)...

Right then...so...Toby was gonna....run the course again.....

Maddox eyed the Hufflepuff for a moment before deciding it would serve him better not to question it. With another glance at his clock the man clapped his hands for everyone to settle.

"You all look brilliantly awake now. That's good, excellent even. I'd hate for some of you to miss the whole show afterall. Why don't you all take a seat on your desks. I don't think I'll be resummoning the chairs." No need, not when the desks would be leaving soon too.

The Professor gave a flick toward the board and it revealed a poster of a decent size. Should have been big enough so even those in the back could see. "Does anyone know what this thing is? Anyone ever ridden one and have interesting stories or know what it does?" Gonna start the class off nice and simple after that drill just now. There would be more time for action after.

"Anyone?"

OOC: Feel free to have your charries know the answer...or not. I'll post again in 12-18 hrs

Abby looked at the poster and raised her hand and said "That is an elevator, i have ridden and it takes people up and down to different destinations" Abby being muggleborn knew all about them

Sitting ON DESKS!!!! He LOVED sitting on desks! It was so much better than a stupid chair, there was room for legs to swing, and it meant he could see more of the front of the room when he was further back... and YEAH.

Then there was another THING!

AND HE KNEW WHAT IT WAS!

"It's a lift, Professor!" he said more excitedly than he had wanted to, his hand waving like a floppy rag in the air. "It can move you up or down between different floors of a building and things.... as well as side to side if you work at the Ministry ....." and then, LIGHT BULB! ... "Are we making one for Howarts?!" It needed one, for sure.

Time to go sit at the desks? Well if the professor said so. He returned to his seat after being sweaty from going under and over the desks. He hadn't done that since elementary school. It was good to relive those memories. He squinted at the board and saw a picture Maddox posted. He couldn't make it out but he moved closer and knew what it was instantly. Merlin he needed to get himself glasses. He forgot to mention that piece of information to his mother.

The big puff raised his hand and said, "Professor that is an elevator but also a lift like Zeke said. Whatever you wanna call it, it is suppose to help people get to their floor. People use it if they have many stairs to climb or if they are lazy.." he shrugged. He heard Zeke's question and it would be quite cool to have an elevator at Hogwarts. He waited to hear that answer.

Exhaustion taking over. Mind shutting down.

Hugh was just gonna....yea....he was just gonna crawl up on that desk like he was told and rest. Face first. Hanging off of the desk with his belly up. Perfect.

Muuuuuuuch better, yo.

Was the professor talking? He would listen in a minute. Just needed to breathe. And not die.

A harder task then it looked.

Wiggling around on his desk, Kyroh stared. He hadn't grown up around Muggles or anything, but that didn't mean he was dim enough to NOT know what it was. Raising his hand, Kyroh did his best to put on a 'I am completely interested in whatever is coming out of your stupid mouth, face' "A lift sir."

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Right then...so...Toby was gonna....run the course again.....

Maddox eyed the Hufflepuff for a moment before deciding it would serve him better not to question it. With another glance at his clock the man clapped his hands for everyone to settle.

"You all look brilliantly awake now. That's good, excellent even. I'd hate for some of you to miss the whole show afterall. Why don't you all take a seat on your desks. I don't think I'll be resummoning the chairs." No need, not when the desks would be leaving soon too.

The Professor gave a flick toward the board and it revealed a poster of a decent size. Should have been big enough so even those in the back could see. "Does anyone know what this thing is? Anyone ever ridden one and have interesting stories or know what it does?" Gonna start the class off nice and simple after that drill just now. There would be more time for action after.

"Anyone?"

OOC: Feel free to have your charries know the answer...or not. I'll post again in 12-18 hrs

SPOILER!!: name tag

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Jackson Hwang
Fifth year.

Now Jackson was already wide awake. Did this Professor always did this before his class? Then the Korean boy then got back to his seat. It was.. fun. A little exercise before the class? He used to do that before his dance class at Kirin.

Stop thinking about Kirin, okay? You're in Hogwarts now.

He raised his hand as the Professor showed them a picture. "It's an elevator, Sir. It helps people to move from.. one floor to another..." Hope that the Professor understand his words since he still couldn't eliminate his Korean accent.

Since he’s a big boyguy now, he situated himself at the back, sat on the desk nearest him and crossed his legs. They were allowed to sit on desks, so why not make the most out of it, hm? Ethan eyed the poster without any effort, and raised his hand to answer. “Yeah, it’s a lift professor. It’s a muggle device that takes people up and down floors.” But in the wizarding world, it’s a bit different. Lifts can take them in all sorts of direction.

But wait, this isn’t Muggle Studies. So...does that mean that they are going to learn how to enchant a box to act like a lift? Or be the lift?

Hm. Interesting stuff! He's all ears, Professor Q!

Caleb was...slightly confused. He hadn't accidentally wandered into Muggle Studies right? Because that was a muggle lift - not the kind that wizards used at the Ministry or at St. Mungos. Those muggle ones could only go one way, up or down. Despite being unsure as to what exactly this had to do with charms, the prefect raised his hand.

"That's a muggle elevator, professor," he told him matter of factly.

Philipe raised his hand, confirming as everyone else had, "It's an elevator." He paused trying to remember, "I've not been on one in a number of years... the last one shut down when my parents and I were still on it..." Yeah, no trust for the stupid muggle thing anymore... And why were they tlaking about an elevator in charms class? This makes absolutely no sense to him... Hopefully it would tie back around soon at least.

Climbing over and under tables? Wow, Professor Quigley would have loved the physical education teacher at her primary school. Whoever thought hiring a former drill sergeant to teach children how to play football clearly hadn't been in a P.E. class since the thirties. This was totally ridiculous. Stella had been wide awake since six and she had an Astronomy class that afternoon. Her robes were wrinkled, her hair was messed up, and the sudden surge of emotions in the room was bringing her headache back. She'd felt a little guilty when the other students brought apples for Professor Quigley. Apparently it wasn't a joke meant to catch out the new kids who would fall for anything. Now she was glad she hadn't brought him one.

A lift? Wow, this professor was clearly a pureblood, and one who'd failed Muggle Studies at that. How were lifts exciting? This was her very first magic class ever; they were supposed to be studying Charms for Morgana's sake. There was nothing magical about lifts! Stella was thinking of writing a complaint. She raised her hand.

"It's a lift," Stella said slowly, the way she'd explain to a five year old- or an ignorant pureblood. "It's a special kind of box held up by cables. You stand inside it and the cables pull it up or down to different floors in a tall building. Hogwarts should get some." Stella gave the teacher her best fake polite smile and in a tone she really hoped sounded genuinely confused she said, "But I thought this was a Charms class, Professor Quigley? Or am I back in Wales in my primary school?"

That was a lot riskier than most of her class comments usually were. His reaction would be a good way to gauge him, but still. Morgana, she hoped she didn't get in trouble.