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While your everyday classroom would be set up with desks, chairs and maybe even an indication as to what the lesson was going to be about, this classroom was different. The chairs were gone, the desks had vanished and the only ‘new’ thing about this class were the two boxes sitting by Professor Hirsch’s desk. One box, sealed, was sitting on the floor by the desk and the other, open and empty, was sitting on the man's desk itself.
With the desks and chairs gone, the Defence Professor has placed comfortable mats and cushions around the room. Each cushion has a small name tag on it and every inch of the floor is covered with the same mats that can be found in the Defence Training Room, if anyone has had a peek in there. If you look up at the board, you'll find out exactly what it is you're meant to do with your name tags...
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Take a name tag and write down your name, house and year before sticking it on your chest.
... And no fake names, please. He'd know. He would.
Speaking of, Professor Hirsch himself can be found leaning against his desk, his arms crossed across his chest and his legs crossed at the ankles.
So come in, grab a cushion, and wait for the lesson to begin.
OOC: Please make sure you're familiar with Hirsch's rules as well as the SS site rules before posting. Class will continue in about 21 hours time (Saturday 16th at roughly 3-4pm GMT). Hope you have fun! ^^
OOC: Class has already started but you may still jump in if you want to! Please don't post your charrie arriving, simply pretend as though they were there the entire time.
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SHE WAS BEING KIDNAPPED! KIDNAAAAPPED! By her cousin, but STILL! Charlotte might have gone ahead with a dramatic reaction just for the fun of it but the fact that Bastien always was willing to call her Sharky, plus the fact that he was GOOD AT SPELL THINGS AND COuLD HELP HER BE THE BEST TO SHOW EVERYONE AVA WASN'T BETTER THAN HER meant that she was more than willing to be herded to the front. She smiled at Rula (knowing that Rula was to Bastien as Davie was to HER) and squished down right where Bastien had brought her.
Except, heeeeyyy.
"You forgot your LAST NAME, Bast!"
She was funny. It was the main reason, aside from being family, why he hung out with her so much.
"I don't want my last name up here. It's on a need to know basis." As in, when the professor needed to owl his parents or he needed to get out of something, then he threw that out into the wind. Otherwise all anyone ever needed to know was Bastien.
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♥ I won't pass up on the danger ♥ I'd miss out on the fun ♥_____ ______________♥We'll live while we're young ♥ We'll chase down the sun ♥_________________________
Another lesson without chairs and desks? Huh... With a small shrug to herself, Sam stepped properly into the classroom and greeted the professor before taking a look at who was already there. Almost immediately she spotted a Dora and her Ravenclaw dorm mates, Rachel, Katherine,Haddie and Olivia. Undeterred by the lack of mats in their vicinity, she plopped down on the nearest available mat, and scooted it awkwardly across the floor so that she could sit between them all. "Hey ev'ryone!"
Because, friends were awesome. Both red AND blue ones.
And...she assumed the piece of papery stuff was for yet another name tag. Surely the professors at Hogwarts could come up with a better solution for learning their names? It seemed a waste, really. Regardless, she dug around in her pockets for her quill and wrote her standard details on it:
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She was funny. It was the main reason, aside from being family, why he hung out with her so much.
"I don't want my last name up here. It's on a need to know basis." As in, when the professor needed to owl his parents or he needed to get out of something, then he threw that out into the wind. Otherwise all anyone ever needed to know was Bastien.
"But the professor NEEDS to know because BASTIEN isn't even your proper name, so in his book thing it probably says Marius Sebastien Toussaint." Charlotte reasoned cheerfully. It wasn't like his name was EMBARASSING or anything right?
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The first thing Brian noticed when he entered the classroom was the utter lack of furniture. Save for a desk. And a box at the bottom. And a box on the top. And a professor man leaning against the desk with the box on it. Oh. Professor man. Yeah. A greeting of some sort should happen at some point. Was it his fault the man was weirdly attractive? Yeah, nope. He was gonna do the greeting thing.
"G'morning, professor," the boy grinned, before depositing himself on a particularly fluffy cushion. And narrowly avoiding getting stabbed with a nametag. Pulling a pen from his pocket, Brian scrawled the information that these professor people usually needed on a nametag. Much easier with a pen anyway.
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Brian Woods
Fourth Year
Hufflepuff
For now he'd just look around and see if Timmy had arrived yet.
Maggie hadn't even noticed that there were no desks or normal chairs in the classroom. She was too busy looking at the professor there. Ahem. Err. NOT looking of course. She wasn't 12 anymore. She was basically a grown-up. Totally. Mature and all that. Which was why she somehow managed not to giggle when she greeted him. "Hello Professor." See? Totally normal. Mhm.
Oh. Wow. What was UP with that classroom?
She sent another totally casual smile the professor's way while quickly scanning the room. Ah. Hady. Hi. The Slytherin was the first of her friends she'd spotted so she went over to sit next to her. "Hi." Maggie wasn't really looking at her but was instead still totally casually stealing glances at the professor. She even took her time to write her name tag extra nice to make sure he could read it.
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She wasn't late, but she's not early too.
When Ava entered the classroom, she noticed that there's no desk and chairs. Just the cushion. Well, maybe all DADA professors didn't like desk and chairs because she remembered that this happened at Professor Dakest's class too. Well, this guy was no Dakest but when she visited him earlier at this term, he seemed... promising. And cool too, but not because of the tattoos...
"Hello, Professor Hirsch." The young lioness greeted that man. "We finally met again." Hehehe.... She decided to sit at the front row and wrote her name on the name tag.
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He hadn't been one to enjoy this class all that much as a younger student, but after having been forcefully signed up for dueling last term, he'd come to appreciate it more. It challenged his speed of thinking and forced him to act a little more on instinct and not endlessly thinking through every possible outcome.
And so he was mildly disappointed that Professor Dakest had not returned.
Entering the room, Thornton tried to hold no expectations for the class this term and pursed his lips just slightly at the cushions on the floor. He really hated those things. Made it hard to take notes. With a nod of greeting toward the professor, he took a seat and leaned the name tag on his leg. Less legible than he'd like, the nametag was then promptly affixed to his robes, just below his prefect's badge.
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Thornton Baines
Ravenclaw
Fifth Year
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind
You can float across a rainbowsky
to once upon a time
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It wasn't as if Dima hadn't seen at least a dozen students get jelly knees when the apparently oh-so-attractive Hirsch passed by, and he was prepared for nothing less during his classes. But hopefully, the dramatic swooning and fainting could be kept to somewhat of a minimum in a lesson?
Although, being realistic, he had low expectations. This was Hogwarts, after all.
He greeted the professor with a light, "Good morning, sir," at his desk before heading to a cushion. It was labeled following Hirsch's guidelines in his scrawl, and then he took a seat near Norah, attempting to guess which folks would be the ones with hearts in their eyes today.
Not difficult.
At all.
Remind him why he'd shown up for this class again? Remind him why it wasn't on his blacklist. Maybe because sometimes it wasn't about magic but rather, dark creatures or instruments that would best be avoided. It wasn't ALL magic ALL the time and last year had proven to the now Second Year that one could protect themselves even without the use of magic. He would need to learn more if he planned to accomplish this.
Blaise walked into the room, paying little attention to the fact they had mats in place of desks and chairs. In truth, it would be something of a problem if he needed to duck but that was what tall, older students were for. Like Dima who was sitting near Norah.
Well, choice was clear enough and that's where Blaise planted his butt, right between the two of them--because Norah smelled nice and she was so wonderful and offered him chocolates and was pretty, okay yes. Dima might make a good shield and they had a year on Yearbook together so he sorta kinda knew him which meant this was okay.
Oh nametag. Nothing could make him miss his quick quotes quill more. It usually had such wonderful titles to give him when he let it fill these out for him. The boy would have to do it himself.
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The stunningly magnificent Blaise Bellaire
Second Year
Best House in the entire world (Gryffindor)
"Hey guys. Morning Professor." He so belonged here.
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Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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"But the professor NEEDS to know because BASTIEN isn't even your proper name, so in his book thing it probably says Marius Sebastien Toussaint." Charlotte reasoned cheerfully. It wasn't like his name was EMBARASSING or anything right?
"Charlotte." Bastien groaned. "Could you not announce my name to the entire class?" He was by no means embarrassed of it. There was nothing he was more proud of, but that didn't mean he went around introducing it in full unless necessary. "Just Bastien. That's all I want him to call me, so that's all that needs to be on my nametag."
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♥ I won't pass up on the danger ♥ I'd miss out on the fun ♥_____ ______________♥We'll live while we're young ♥ We'll chase down the sun ♥_________________________
Bella thought that she was going to be late for sure, but she made it just in time. To her getting somewhere a couple of minutes before start time was late. She liked to be early for everything that way she could get the best seat.
"Hello Professor Hirsch," she greeted with a polite smile, before looking around for a free seat. Wait... where were the desk and chair? Everyone was just standing around waiting for the class to start. She guessed that whatever they were doing required a lot of empty space. She took at name tag and quickly jotted down her name.
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Isabella Miklos
Gryffindor
1st Year
SPOILER!!: Ilia and Henric
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Originally Posted by Symphora
Henric strolled into the classroom with a smile on his face."How are you, Professor Hirsch?" He greeted the new defence against the dark arts professor. He wondered what sort of defence spells they would be learning today. Henric noticed there were two boxes in the middle of the classroom, one sealed and the other opened. His curiousity perked. Hopefully, the sealed one wasn't a boggart or anything dangerous. But knowing this class, high chance it would be.
He headed to one of the available seats at the corner of the room before settling himself down comfortably. It felt nice to be able to stretch his long legs out and hug the cushion whenever he wanted. Heheh.
As more students began filling the seats around him, Henric made sure he didn't forget to give them an occasional nods and greetings. He guessed it was a prefect thing to do even though he barely knew some of them at all. He wished he was more like Adi sometimes, sociable and outspoken. Henric sighed, knowing he would find himself minding his own business more often than not. Anyway...
Picking up a nametag, he wrote down:
He then pasted it on top of his shiny prefect and Man United badges.
"Nice..." He grinned, patting it lightly on his chest.
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Ah DADA class....one of her preferred classes. It wasn't Professor Dakest but hopefully this professor would still be interesting. She wore all black and had her hair braided into a long ponytail for this morning. This subject tended to include activity and loose hair and baggy or flowing clothes just tended to get in the way. The boxes were highly suspicious, but then...most things in this class tended to be. She usually just went with the flow and waited to see what would happen in most cases, so her curiosity was just peaked. The floor mats didn't surprise her however and honestly looked far more comfortable than desks.
Ilia entered the classroom with a pleasant smile and bowed to the new teacher. "Good day, Professor Hirsch." She greeted as politely as she could and briefly ran her gaze across the board to take in its words. Simple enough.
Alright, now where was her person? She scanned the room to see if he had arrived yet , Bingo. Once she laid eyes on him, she swiftly made her way to the mat beside him. Sitting down she smiled over at him brightly. "You look enthusiastic." Her words came with a smile, trying to tease him to put him into a good mood.
Name tag.....she picked up the blank object and neatly jotted down what she was asked to.
Once that was finished, Bella stuck it to her chest, before she made her way over to where Ilia and Henric was standing. “Hey,” she said, stopping beside Ilia. “Can I stand with you?”
Norah caught Yoongi's wink with a grin, waving at him as well. She would've tried winking but it was a lot harder than it seemed like it should've been, so that would've most likely ended in disaster. Waving was alright too, right? Right.
Dima got a ginormous beaming smile as he sat near her as well, y'know just for being Dima. But as soon as she opened her mouth to ask him how is holiday had been (and if he'd eaten any good food, which was especially important), there was somebody right between them. Nothing wrong with that, of course, especially when she saw it was cutiepie Blaise, who was thankfully still alive even after all the trouble from before. "Hiya, Blaise." The sixth year stuck out an arm and pulled him into a sideways hug of greeting. Just in case he WASN'T really alive after all the trouble. Sometime problems were invisible, after all. That didn't mean they weren't there, though. So hugs it was. "EXCITED to learn some super duper cool defense stuff?" She'd have to remember to give him that chocolate frog after class. Yes. For sure.
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Text Cut: Rachel (FearlessLeader19)
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Rachel peeked into the DADA classroom. Was she too early? Her eyes settled on Professor Hirsch and decided she wasn't very much early because he seemed to be waiting on his students. She stepped into the room, observing the boxes curiously. "Hello, Professor.'' She smiled politely as she still watched the boxes. "I'm already curious about this lesson.''
After greeting Hirsch, she strode off to find herself a cushion. She decided on one at the center of the class and not too much to the front. After she read the instructions, the Eagle got out her quill to write up her name tag before sticking it neatly to her clothing:
His first lesson had to be the lesson in which time slowed right down. Roderik wanted to get started, to get the ball rolling, to teach something he'd been planning for a while. But time? Time was playing a funny little game of its own.
That was, until, the first person came in. A smile spread across the man's lips as he watched the young girl came and sat down on a seat. Polite. Very polite. "Hello Miss......" Pausing, he glanced at her nametag. "Miss Watson." And he did note that she had been looking at the boxes. He did. "Oh, you'll enjoy it, I'm sure."
Here's hoping.
Text Cut: Azura (MunchyBubbles)
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Azura walked into the classroom and looked around, where were the chairs and the desks? She blinked her purple eyes a bit before shrugging! It actually worked out better for her! The less stuff in the way, the less she had to trip over!!
She waved shyly at the Professor as he leaned on his desk "Hello Professor" came her soft voice, before heading over to a cushion and picking up a name tag!
She carefully wrote
She put the name tag on and sat down on her cushion and looked around, she smiled as she spotted Rachel in the nearly empty classroom and she waved at her housemate!
After the first girl came in, he noted how quickly it took for the next few to come in. He noted the shy way in which the next student waved at him. Huh. Shy. Shy was a challenge but shy wasn't bad, so to say.
"Hello Miss Kennedy." Warm smile for you.
Text Cut: Rooney (Shanners)
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Originally Posted by Shanners
CUSHIONS.
Rooney fought the urge to bounce on all of those that weren't taken yet to find the best one for his derrière, and instead ran for one in the middle of things and skidded onto it on his knees. And...across a little maybe taking out a few more of the cushions in his process. No matter. No one harmed, yet?? Ah, never mind. He was mainly just excited that he wasn't having to sit in a classroom with someone who had let Blaise Bellaire BEAT him in a duel. This Professor probably knew nothing of that and Rooney would prove himself worthy of this class. He was going to prove that he could do this better than Blaise bloody Bellaire.
"HI PROFESSOR. I'M -- oh. One second!!" The third year grinned, picked up a name tag and wrote down his details before pinning it to his chest and finding the perfect position where no light was catching it and blurring out a portion of his name. He didn't want someone to misread his name as Rodney, for he was not a Rodney. He was a Rooney and his Mama had named him that was for a reason.
Because she liked kangaroos, thank you very much.
Growing up around muggles had been hard with their assumptions that he was named after a guy who kicked a ball with his feet and, from Roo's own research, had the hairline of an elderly man in his twenties. Unfortunate.
Oh Merlin.
The enthusiasm of the third student came as quite a shock to the Professor, who was rather getting used to the calmness of the first two students. It was hard to believe that they were all in the same house, or even the fact that this student was older than the other two. Had he had too many sweets? That was probably it, wasn't it?
Cavities, kids!
Regardless, the man couldn't help but smile at the enthusiastic boy, even letting out a small snort as he sent the other cushions flying. "Hello, Mr Bronwyn. Glad to see you so enthusiastic!" He liked it. He did. Harness that energy in the right way, okay?
Text Cut: Oliver (littledhampir)
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It was not too surprising to walk into a room where there were no chairs or desks. It happened often enough at Hogwarts. It usually meant that something exciting was going to happen as part of that lesson. That was especially true for Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was a class that Olly liked, and he was looking forward to meeting the new professor. He hadn't really gotten to know the old one very well, so he didn't miss him much. Sure, he was a good professor. But this guy would be too, otherwise he wouldn't have been hired, right? Right.
For one wild moment, Olly thought the nametags on the cushions were actually the names of the cushions. That would have been interesting, but the actual reason made a lot more sense. Olly selected one on the far right, not next to anyone in the room. He didn't know any of them, except for that one boy who he would not want to sit next to anyway.
"Hello Professor," he greeted. What was his name? He wasn't wearing a nametag. With that thought, Olly picked up the one on his cushion and took out his quill before scribbling down his name and sticking it on the front of his robes. There.
And here came the quiet students again.
Hirsch smiled at the newcomer, noting how calm he was, especially for a second year. Was the doom and gloom of puberty hitting early or was he simply one of the rare, quiet type of pubescent kids? This was interesting. This was very interesting.
"Hello, Mr......" Merlin, how did you pronounce that surname? The man squinted a little at the nametag before settling for the best possible way of pronouncing the name that his brain could come up with. "Mr Thomas-Borzekowski." Was that right? Please tell him it was.
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Originally Posted by Saz Hale
Abby entered the classroom and saw the intructions and took a tag and wrote down
and stuck it to her chest and said "Hello Professor"
Being so into trying to pronounce the previous student's surname, he almost missed the next student to come in until she spoke up. "Hello, Miss Valentine." And look! She was one of his first older students to come in to his lesson. Excellent. He'd almost thought that only the younger students had gotten the memo about the lesson.
Text Cut: Daxton (Felixir)
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Originally Posted by Felixir
Defence Against the Dark Arts had quickly become one of Daxton's... more appreciated lessons, last year. That meaning, it was not one that the Ravenclaw had decided to regularly skip.
But today he was reluctant, because this was a new set-up, new rules... but ultimately he had to get used to an entirely new professor, when he had been content enough with the old one. This was stepping into an unknown, and Daxton did not like it one bit. He was already in a foul mood and very much closed off (more closed off than usual, at least) before even reaching the classroom.
Daxton stepped into the classroom, predictably (perhaps to anyone but the professor, first years, and new students) barefoot. His shoes were shoved in his bag with his robes, but his notebook was already in his hand, so he did not have to wrestle it free. The second year narrowed his eyes at the set-up of the room, then met the new professor with a harsh glare, which he held before bending down to pick up a nametag from a nearby cushion.
Moving off to the very side of the room, Daxton sat himself at the foot of the wall, leaning up against it and avoiding the cushions or mats. Using his pen, he filled in the nametag in a similar manner to how he had done so in Airey Flamsteed's lesson - though this time it was purely out of a desire to be difficult and show his already-formed disapproval of the professor - before sticking it on his chest.
With a scowl fixed firmly on his features, Daxton turned his attention to his notebook, opening it up and immediately beginning to doodle inside it.
While Hirsch had to maintain a level of professionalism, this next student was starting to push it a little. He wanted to say something, to make comments, but he refrained from doing so. This was Hogwarts, after all. Maybe something like this was considered normal behaviour? After all, no one else seemed to be reacting to it.
But even so. While he had said to come in comfortable clothing but that hadn't meant coming barefoot.
His eyes followed the kid, matching that harsh glare with a cool, neutral expression of his own. Something told him that this kid was going to be hard to deal with, a challenge, if you will, and he wasn't sure what to make of that. Just like he wasn't sure what to make of the obviously rebellious behaviour that was quietly displayed in the nametag.
Merlin.
Fine. Whatever. Two can play at this game. "Hello to you too, Mr Name."
Text Cut: Esme (Squishy)
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Entering the classroom, Esme smiled. "Hello, Professor!" The lack of desks and chairs did not surprise her at all since that was pretty standard for this subject, though she could understand the First Years being confused.
Azura, Rachel, and Abby all got waves before she took a seat on one of the cushions. Right, time to make a name tag:
Sticking it onto her clothing, she was ready to begin.
The next student to enter was a stark contrast to the previous one, that was for sure. All smiles and not even a hint of rebelliousness. Roderik let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and smiled at the young girl. "Hello, Miss Darcy."
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Kitty followed her fellow students into the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. Her dark hair was combed as usual as were her nails painted black.
"Hello Professor!" Kitty greeted the professor cheerfully, and then went to sit down on one of the very comfortable cushions. She took the name tag and followed the instructions that were written on the board.
Kitty assumed that the nametags were probably just so that the Professor knew their names.
Oh look, a cheerful student. That was hard to come by sometimes, wasn't it? "Hello, Miss Valentine." ... Wait, Valentine? Eyes flicked over towards another Miss Valentine over there, who happened to be in the same house as this one. Were they related in some way?
Right. Yeah. Not the time.
And yes, it was so that he could get used to the names. There were quite a few, you know.
Text Cut: Katherine (StarShine)
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Originally Posted by StarShine
Wear comfortable clothes and sturdy shoes, please.
This was going to be yet another class where they would climb walls and jump to the space, wasn't it? Katherine knew DADA had to be practical, but somehow she didn't have good feelings at all, especially after those two classes. She was sure she would hate this class too, and she would be scarred for life once more. She wouldn't be surprised if they were required to fight a bunch of dementors, to be honest. However, because it was a new professor and all, she still put on a wide smile and checked her hair. She had worn comfortable clothes, of course, and had even emptied her bag except for the DADA book and notebook.
"Hello, professor, class mates," she said as she greeted the man and then her "friends." Haha, yep, this class was just going to be complete chaos, the mattresses were a clear sign of it. How could people sit on them, even? They were a w f u l for the back, didn't they know? Ugh, even though she would sit at the front normally, this time, she casually picked the mattress in the middle by the wall in the right side of the room. If chaos ensued, she didn't want to be right in the middle of it.
Then, taking out her quill, she wrote her name:
She didn't look it but from what Roderik could tell about the girl's speech, she seemed to be one that was beyond her years. Classmates. Was that something eleven - or maybe even twelve - year olds said? He doubted it.
"Hello Miss Moss," he said, smiling in her direction. He noted how she was sitting all the way towards one side of the classroom, yes he did. Don't think you're going to get out of anything, kid.
Text Cut: Rula (AlwaysSnapesGirl)
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It was time for a DADA lesson, and Rula was actually a little bit excited, if only because she was curious to see how different it was from Durmstrang's actual Dark Arts lessons. It was a class she hadn't enjoyed all that much anyway, so maybe she'd like this one. Who knew.
She entered the classroom, noting first the absence of desks and chairs and then noticing - oh.
The professor guy....was quite handsome, wasn't he? Hehehehehe. Yeah, he was...
Er. She should...probably not just stand here. Fortunately it was only a few seconds, right?? Maybe it'd just seem like she was looking at the room. Or the mysterious boxes. Yes, good. She wasn't blushing, right? Right???
"U-Um...hi, Professor," she finally managed with a shy little smile as she quickly moved to a cushion in the front. Obviously the best seat in the room. Yes.
Oh, right, name tags.
Was this girl lost?
Hirsch, who'd noticed the arrival of someone else, had turned to face her only to catch her getting a good look at the classroom or the boxes or even himself. He doubted it was the last one because........ well, just because. She did, however, earn a raised eyebrow look and an amused smile as she headed further into the classroom.
See? You're not lost, Miss.
"Hello, Miss Botros. Glad to see that you've made it." Hm. Botros. Botros. Was she related to the previous Headmaster, by any chance?
Hm, indeed.
Text Cut: Dora (Eriin)
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Originally Posted by Eriin
Dora was not nearly as excited about this DADA class as she had been the previous year... for OBVIOUS reasons. And this dude, this new professor, had HUGE shoes to fill and Dora Umbridge would be judging him. Harshly if need be! HMPH!
Putting on a smile, mostly fake, she entered the classroom and paused. "Good day, Professor. I hope you're well, " Dora said in a sickly sweet voice before moving along to plop onto a mat near Daxton. Yep. Eyes on the professor dude. JUDGING.
Merlin, was there going to be a group of judgmental students in his class? A group that sat together and judges anyone and everyone in their vicinity? Because he was a little wary of that happening, especially since this next student had gone to sit right by Mr Name himself. Merlin, help him.
"Hello, Miss Umbridge. I'm very well, thank you for asking."
Text Cut: Dante (Meizzner)
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Dante was not sure what to make of the new DADA prof yet. But hey it was DADA so of course Dante was going to attend. Might not be his best subject but he enjoyed it. Dante stepped into the room looked around for a second and just shrugged. Seeing no desks or chairs in this class was becoming expected for him. It was almost as minimalist as his office. But not quite.
"Hey Professor Hirsch"
Dante then grabbed a cushion and walked towards an empty mat in the somewhat back and took a seat. Oh look more name-tags. Maybe he should write a fake name. But nah, he had his fun with those in his first year.
Well maybe he would have a tiny tiny bit of fun. Though they guy already knew his name. Unless he had THAT bad of a memory.
Oh thank Merlin, here was a familiar face! He was starting to wonder when they were going to come along. It was a little comforting, in fact. It helped to drum down the little bought of nervousness he'd been feeling and trying not to show. So thank you, Dante.
"Hello, the Dante. Glad to see that you've made it." Smiling, the man watched as the boy went to sit right towards the back. Right. One of the cool kids. Got it.
Text Cut: Haddie (Callie)
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Originally Posted by Callie
Haddie entered with her normal grace of careening into the door. "Wow." She rubbed her shoulder where it had impacted with the wooden door. "The floors here are slippery." The last time she entered a class in that fashion had been because she had to clean herself up after Peeves tried to start a food fight in the library, and didn't want to be late. This time it was because she was overly excited for this subject. Hadley was especially keen on seeing how Kira, her wand, did with the combative spells.
She was still rubbing her shoulder when she grabbed a cushion and a nametag. Most of the students here thus far were her house mates. There was Katherine, Kitty, Azura and three other Ravenclaws she hadn't met yet. And of course, Rachel. "Hey Kitty, Az, Mossy!" She greeted them all at once with a huge wave, and then waved at the other three Ravenclaws. So what if she didn't know them yet, they were her house.
None-to-delicately Haddie tossed the cushion in the open spot next to Rachel and plopped down on it with all the grace and subtlety of her entrance. "I need to stopped doing that," she announced, giving her shoulder one last rub before digging in her messenger bag for her quill and ink. Violet glitter ink this time, because it was fun. And it sparkled.
Haddie slapped the name tag on her robes and grinned, pleased yet again with herself.
And here came the clumsy.
At the sound of the shoulder hit the door, Hirsch turned his head sharply towards the source of the sound only to find....... a girl. A girl who couldn't see the door? Or a girl who couldn't control her movements. Being the kind of person he was, he couldn't help but wonder what she'd be like in a duel, where she'd have to have full control of her movements.
But first, "Are you okay? Does your shoulder hurt?" It looked normal enough, but you never know.
And there she went again. Yep, this was going to be difficult.
Text Cut: Chloe (pundantic)
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Originally Posted by pundantic
Chloe wasn't disinterested in DADA but it wasn't her favourite subject by a long shot. It was less theory and more wand work in a class than she would have liked because, well, she liked to read. But at least it never seemed to overwhelm her like some of the more practical classes here. Looking at you, last Charms lesson.
She wandered into the room with her hair all in her face. She swatted at it so she could see a little better and had to stifle a scoff. What was with professors and desks? Why did they hate them? Students didn't want empty classrooms or cool cushions or anything avant garde. They were there to-
Oh my merlin.
Her little twelve year old eyes bulged when she saw the new professor.
And his face. Mostly his face.
Were faces even allowed to DO that?!
Her face flooded bright red rather unprettily. And she stood looking at his face for a beat too long before she scurried to her seat and flopped down in a nearby cushion.
.......... Uh.
This girl was standing there as well. Just standing there. Was she lost as well or had she noticed something she liked a lot? Except, she was looking at him. Nowhere else but at him. Had she seen him before? Or was there something on his face? Hirsch reached up a hand and rubbed at his stubble, in case there was anything there that seemed to catch soo much of the girl's atten-
Oh, she scurried away.
Okay.
We'll just forget that ever happened, then?
Text Cut: Hady (SpiritWolfe Malfoy)
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Originally Posted by SpiritWolfe Malfoy
DADA. The subject had been a blast last term. Not only had she enjoyed the lessons but the dueling club was even better. It had pushed her to excel and surpass her own expectations. Was she ready for this lesson? Sure. A new professor. Not so much.
Entering the room she had a light grin on her face. "Hello Professor," She greeted quietly. Selecting a cushion in the center of the room, not at all bothered by the lack of desks or chairs the fifth year picked up the name tag and her quill.
Sticking the name tag to her shirt she let out a mall sigh glancing around.
Oh, another older student! Thank Merlin. He'd been wondering when they were going to come along. A class full of first, second and third years would be....... problematic, to say the least.
"Hello, Miss Lynch," he said, matching her smile with one of his own.
Text Cut: Elliot (Ch_Couture)
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Originally Posted by Ch_Couture
Elliot popped his head in looking around the classroom. Classroom? Could he call it that? The desks were gone but there were comfy looking cushions everywhere. He shuffled inside nodding at the man by the desk with a "Good day, Professor." before moving to an unoccupied cushion and settling onto the floor. Glancing up at the board he realized he should be writing his information down. He rummaged for his quill before picking up the small tag and writing
A head. That was what he saw next. A head.
This next kid earned himself a raised eyebrow look as well. Here's hoping he wasn't planning on peeking into a classroom just to decide if he was going to bunk or not. Being a kid who did that, Hirsch knew this tactic very well.
Ahem.
"Good day, Mr Choi." And thankfully, he had a body and was staying in this lesson. Thank you for that.
Text Cut: Jaemin (Ameh)
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Originally Posted by Ameh
Curious... curious.
Jaemin had hurried to this class, clutching his book the entire way and hoping he was remembering the right floor and room. Upon stepping into the room, he stopped dead and blinked at the distinct lack of classroom in the classroom...
He very nearly turned to leave, sure he had come to the wrong place, before he caught sight of the board. He wasn't wrong... it was just another weird class. Was this normal here? The small boy pondered this as he wandered toward the desk to peek at the boxes, carefully not straying too close. The professor might get miffed at him... he looked up at the man and gave him a quick little salute before zooming off to claim a cushion in front so he'd be able to see eeeeeeverything. The small boy plopped down to scribble out his nametag in all caps for legibility purposes before slapping it on his chest.
To be honest, the next student to come in earned himself a little chuckle from the man. Why? The peeking. Oh, how the curiosity in this one amused him, especially with the distance he was keeping from the boxes as well. Yes, that was exactly what it was. Amusing.
And a salute back to you, Mr Song.
Text Cut: Kaylee (BriGranger1990)
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Originally Posted by BriGranger1990
Kaylee was excited about her first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, she wasn't sure why though. She walked into the classroom and blinked at the lack of desks in the room. Instead there were bunch of mats and cushions on the ground. 'What are we going to do here today?'
As she walked further into the room she saw a few students that arrived before she did, and of course Professor Hirsch. The 1st year girl smiled at the professor before saying "Hello Professor Hirsch, my name is Kaylee Harrison."
After she introduce herself, she found an empty cushion and picked up the tag that was on it. The curly haired girl glanced up at the board that had the instructions. She pulled out her quill and filled out the tag
When she finished she placed on her shirt and sat down, to wait for the class to start.
Oh, the next student was one to introduce herself as she came in. She was the first one to do so, as well. Wasn't that nice of her? Or maybe she was the more enthusiastic type; the one who wasn't jumping around to prove it but was still jumping into the swing of things. As a professor, he liked it. He did.
"Hello, Miss Harrison. It's nice to meet you." She got a smile from him. Yep.
Text Cut: Ellery (Casey O)
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Originally Posted by Casey O
Ellery flounced into class, eyes wide and smiling. She had heard great things about the DADA professor - as in "oh my merlin he is SOO good looking!!!" from literally EVERYONE. She hadn't really noticed him at the opening feast - she had been a bit preoccupied with herself - and since then she had been intensively studying the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe, so she hadn't seen him out and about. She eyeballed him as she came in, offering him a quick "H'lo, professor. How are you?" He looked… symmetrical enough, and she could see the aesthetic appeal. However, no swooping sensation in her stomach or flushed cheeks, so she figured she just had to wait it out.
She flopped down on a cushion, her hair fanning out behind her, then fixed a nametag to her chest.
Oh, there was even more politeness to come. And from a second year, as well. Weren't they swooping into the broody stage by now? Or were his calculations wrong?
Whatever it was, he wasn't going to dwindle on it now. Instead, he smiled at the youngster and answered, "Hello, Miss Borzekowski-Thomas." Ha! He didn't need a moment to think on this pronunciation. "I'm very well, thanks. How are you?" And was she, by any chance, related to Mr Thomas-Borzekowski over there? If so, why were their double barrel surnames switched around?
Text Cut: Kat (SarcasticStrawberry)
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Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Kat did love defense against the dark arts so far. It wasn't Herbology but it was turning into one of her favorite classes. She surely had gotten this love if DADA from Phillp. Or her parents maybe. Or it could just totally be her thing. Skipping up the first floor to the classroom. She bounced on into the classroom bag swung over her shoulder.
"Good morning, professor!" Still bouncing as she past the defensive professor. Hmmmm, no desk. They were going to be sitting on pillows today huh? Awesome! Seeing the nametag Kat filled it out and stuck it on her forehead. Hehe. She was so silly sometimes.
She flopped down on a pillow and waited for class to start.
And....... there was a perfect example of a bouncy kid. Minus Mr Bronwyn, of course.
He had to give it to her, he sort of admired the enthusiasm and energy she seemed to have. Where did they get it from? How could they be so happy?! All the time? It was sort of remarkable, if truth be told.
"Hello, Miss Delgado." Smiles for you too.
And a weird look because of the sticky note on her forehead. Uh. Let's not comment on that, shall we?
Text Cut: Trixie (Mell)
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Originally Posted by Mell
The first thing that Trixie noticed as she was walked into the DADA classroom was all the mats and cushions on the floor and the first thing that came to the first year's mind was...
SLEEPOVER!!!
She wasn't sure what that had to do with Defence Against the Dark Arts but she supposed the Professor had his reasons and there was the man himself, looking all cool and relaxed. Trixie beamed at the man as she skipped by him. "Hello Professor."
Finding a mat beside a first year Hufflepuff, Trixie sat down and then picked up the tag and filled it in.
And because the Hufflepuff had done it and Trixie thought it was the done thing to do, she also stuck the name tag to her forehead.
Oh look, Miss Delgado had a friend who was equally bouncy and energetic. It was a huge contrast to the judgemental kids over there. He couldn't help but wonder, however, if having these two seated next to each other was a good thing or not. There was such a thing as too much energy, after all.
"Hello, Miss Jenkins." Oh, another forehead name tag trick? Again, no comments. None.
Text Cut: Brooklyn (SilverTiger)
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Originally Posted by SilverTiger
Making her way over to the DADA classroom, Brooklyn was prepared for just about anything. She’d gone through enough in there the past few terms that she knew better than not to be ready. Plus, there was still the matter of not quite being decided as to her opinion of the professor. He wasn’t Professor Romanos, and he wasn’t Professor Dakest. That was all she was confident about when it came to him, yet as she’d stepped into the classroom, she wondered. The mats and everything really did remind her of Professor Romanos.
“Good day Professor,” she said, giving him a nod as she passed him on her way to a mat, semi-near Hady but closer to the front. She needed a good vantage point to make her decision, after all. Setting her things down before settling onto the mat herself, she pulled a quill out and filled out he name tag.
Except she didn’t stick it exactly on her chest, more toward her shoulder. Just because she felt like the other was way too obvious, and also to test him. It didn’t hurt, and besides, he’d learn how to handle her either way. That was basically his job, and she wondered if he knew what they’d learned last term. Certain curses and what they were like.
Another huge contrast? This quiet kid coming into the classroom right after the more bouncy ones. She was almost too quiet, in fact. Maybe she was one of those who'd gotten way too used to the school and its shenanigans, something Hirsch was sure he wasn't going to get used to. Or maybe she didn't want to be here in the first place.
Regardless, he gave her a nod of his head before glancing at the door to see......
Text Cut: Scarlett (Lissy Longbottom)
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Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom
Defense class! Scarlett was excited for another hands on lesson - hopefully this one wouldn't involve climbing walls, though. She was hoping to just do some fun, easy spell work, really get to KNOW her wand and test how it felt to do all these fun spells with it.
"Hello!" she said happily to the professor as she walked in. She took her nametag, scribbled away her name and then placed it on her robes:
With that, she happily took a seat near the front and waited for class to begin.
......... a happy student. That was a relief. He was glad someone was looking forward to this class.
Smiling, Roderik watched the slightly enthusiastic girl as she went to take a seat. "Hello, Miss Reynolds." Was she one of the good students? Yes? Please say yes. That would only make his job easier.
Text Cut: Ariadne (Anna Banana)
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Originally Posted by Anna Banana
Defense Against the Dark Arts!!!!!
This class was going to be AWESOME! Ariadne planned to be awesome at it, too! She'd grown up hearing all about the dangers of the Wizarding World, and she was armed with a wand and ready to defend herself! She wondered what they'd be doing today--werewolves? Grindylows? Dark wizards? She was thinking they were starting out with the BIG STUFF. Maybe they were. Who knew.
Ariadne entered the room and immediately began searching for a desk to call her own. Searching...searching...searching... Where were all the desks?! Ariadne glanced down and noticed all the mats and cushions around the room with name tags placed next to them. Hmm...OKAY THEN! Ariadne chose a mat then began getting her name tag ready. After sticking it on her shirt, she glanced up. "Hello, Professor!" she said.
Really, the enthusiasm of some of the younger kids was one to be admired. He liked it, you know? He liked seeing that for a subject he was enthusiastic about as well. It was heart warming, that was for sure.
"Hello, Miss Greingoth." Someone who also got a smile from the man.
Text Cut: Charlotte (Tegz) and Bastien (grangerfan8)
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Originally Posted by Tegz
Charlotte Kettleburn had a mission. Her mission was a continuation of the previous year, in which she would PROVE TO EVERYONE SHE WAS BETTER THAN AVA. She was cheerful about this though. It was fine because Ava was her friend so it was a safe sort of rivalry to have. Not quite the archnemesis she was looking for but STILL.
She filled her name tag out and stuck it on and then went to sit do-- hang on, where were the seats and desks? OMG WERE THEY GONNA DO SOMETHING FUN STRAIGHT AWAY WOULD THIS NEW GUY BE HER FAVOURITE PROFESSOR ALL OF A SUDDEN WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN OH LOOK BOXES WAIT WERE THEY SUPPOSED TO SIT ON THE CUSHIONS? OH SHE COULDN'T SIT THIS WAS TOO EXCITING ALREADY!
She couldn't even DECIDE who to sit by so she just HOVERED in the centre of the room looking EAGER.
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Originally Posted by grangerfan8
Bastien was looking forward to this lesson more than any of the others at Hogwarts because he wanted to compare it to dark arts at durmstrang. Honestly, he didn't think it would hold up, but he could still have fun, yeah? And find out about the dueling club. If Hogwarts had one this year.
Please please, Merlin have one.
He didn't bat an eyelash at the lack of proper seating, nor did he care about it. The third year liked sitting on the floor just as much as he did in chairs. And if he thought anything of the girls practically falling over the professor it was impossible to tell by his serene expression.
What he DID notice was his cousin not sitting. He gently hooked his arm with one of hers and lead her to the front of the class. "Hey, Sharky." He read the name tag, and he spotted people he recognized, but it was Rula that he sat them by since she was already in the front and his BFF. She got brief grins.
Pulling out his name tag he wrote with his wand:
Bastien
Slytherin
Third Year
That was all the professor needed to know. Speaking of him, the blonde boy inclined his head in the man's direction as a form of greeting.
...................... Oh.
Oh Merlin.
If there was an award for someone who was the most enthusiastic and bouncy, this next girl was going to claim that prize and bounce away with a swish of her blonde hair. With his arms still crossed across his chest, the man watched her curiously. Was she going to be good at this subject? At dueling?
Sharky. Snort.
"Hello, Miss Sharky. Nice to see you so enthusiastic about this class." It was slightly alarming to see so much of it in one tiny person but he wasn't about to mention that. Professionalism, remember?
And did she want to stand for the entirety of the lesson? He didn't mind but those feet were going to hurt, you know.
It was as if his prayers had been answered when another student came and moved Sharky over to sit down. Maybe the two knew each other well and that was how he knew what to do in that situation. Kid hadn't even batted an eyelash at the exuberance!
Speaking of, Hirsch gave Bastien a nod of his head in return. Thank you.
Text Cut: Oliver (itsgisselx3)
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Originally Posted by itsgisselx3
Oliver made his way into the DADA classroom in a fairly good mood for once. He was still sore as ever (not nearly as sore as Kali though), but since he only had to walk up to the 1st floor from the dungeons, he wasn't in nearly as much pain as he was in when he had gone to Astronomy.
And all would have been well if there had been desks and chairs like a normal classroom, but no. This class was different. Of course. Oliver knew exactly what cushions meant. THEY MEANT GETTING UP WOULD BE HARD. Thanks, Professor Hirsch. Really.
Sighing loudly, Ollie walked past the professor, waved without saying anything because the frustration was real, and sat down on what he thought to be the only cushion in the room that wasn't so ridiculously close to the ground. He pulled out a quill from his bag and wrote down his information on his name tag and stuck it on.
What in the name of Merlin?
Why was there such a huge difference between the types of kids here? You had the calm, the bouncy and the angsty and this kid definitely fitted into the last category. Had he had practice or was this all coming naturally from some imaginary grey cloud above the kid's head?
And then he saw what year he was in.
Ah, yes. Puberty. Angst. Oh, how the angst was real.
Hirsch simply smiled in return and let him go off. Kids.
Text Cut: Mel (Optimist)
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Originally Posted by Optimist
Melbourne Johanson had not even said a word yet. She was just sitting at her desk staring at Professor Hirsch…what was with the Professors here? Was it a prerequisite to be beautiful and have nice faces? Faces that looked so, so dreamy?
SHE WAS NOT DROOLING.
That was the truth.
Nope. Neither was she craning her neck and barely blinking at him.
Gosh.
His glasses made him look so smart and ugh…he was, just asdasdasd…amazing. Could she try and see if HE was single too? Like she was planning to do with Professor Draper…really, her sister could well with ANY of them and he looked so so so young compared to the other Professors here and that was hnnnnng….amazing.
Nope she wasn’t doodling Professor Hirsch’s face on her notebook. Nope. Nothing like that all. "Hello Pro-professor hnnng Hirsch" she smiled and chewed on her lip.
... ... Again, what in the name of Merlin?
Except, this was in a different way. This was like the Miss Newman type situation, who had been staring at him as if he had something on his face. Sure, he wasn't clean shaven but he was still clean and there was nothing on his face either. So what was this about?
Luckily, he didn't catch that 'hnnnng' that had been added in her greeting. Or, he was simply choosing to ignore it. Pick what you will. "Hello, Miss Johanson."
Who'd written down someone else's name. Heh.
Text Cut: Lancelot (Roselyn)
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Originally Posted by Roselyn
It was always nerve wracking going to the defense against the dark arts class. Mostly 'cause he wasn't good at it, like most of his classes. He also made sure to wear pants today. No skirts, like Flamsteed said. FOR NOW. Clutching his bag, Lance made it to his usual seat in the defense room BUT HIS SEAT WASN'T THERE. Whyy. Pursing his lips, his eyebrows rose at the sight of the cushions and mats. And a parchment thing. What.
One glance up to the front of the room though answered that question.
As well as the appearance of the professor.
OKAY, sitting down. Squinting at the board, he flopped down on one of the cushions, muttering the words under his breath until he got through it all. SIMPLE ENOUGH. Just a matter of getting his quill and ink out and a few scribbles and then a--
SLAP! on his chest.
Another quiet kid and yet, not a moody kid either, from what Hirsch could tell. Good. Very good. He needed more kids like this in his lesson, please.
Even though there was no greeting, the man shot the young boy a smile and a nod of the head. Hello!
Text Cut: Tenacius (Steelsheen)
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Originally Posted by Steelsheen
Defense defense defense defense....!
Tenacius bounded into the classroom-- and saw the bean bags.
"BEAN BAGS!!!"
And off he goes, making a flying leap into the air, twirls and lands bum first smack onto the soft seat. Perfect.
..... perfectly foolish. The Professor was right there!
"Hiiiiii..." the boy greeted awkwardly, shy waving and the cutest smile he can muster.
And the name tag? Well he'll fill that up with the proper info.... When he could figure out where it popped off somewhere...
................
Hirsch was then distracted by the appearance of someone else who'd entered the classroom in such a fashion, that it was almost as if he hadn't seen a classroom with no desks and chairs. Maybe this wasn't the norm, then? He'd thought it'd be useful to get rid of those. What use was learning how to defend yourself if there was going to be a lot of chairs and desks in the way?
But back to the bouncy kid. The overly bouncy kid. One who was leaping through the air and launching himself onto seat. Merlin.
"Hello! Nice to see you so enthusiastic." Nice was one word for it.
Text Cut: Olivia (Holmesian Feline)
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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline
The visit to the defense training room hadn't given Olivia a clear view of what to expect in the actual classes. Except maybe room design. For as she returned to the first floor corridor they both resided on and stepped inside the appropriate doorway, it was clear they had the same designers. Though technically the classroom seemed more relaxed with mats AND cushions.
Professor Hirsch was there as well as a handful of students that included familiar faces such as her dorm mates Rachel, Kitty, Katherine, and Haddie, and the older years she had met already; Esme and Hady. "Hey guys," she greeted them all with a friendly smile before taking a random spot amongst them all. "Hello Professor," the first year then greeted the man before writing out her name tag and placing it on her robes. There.
SPOILER!!: Tag
Olivia Stone
Ravenclaw First Year
Now to see what Defense turned out to be.
A first year that wasn't overly exuberant was an interesting sight to see. Rare and interesting. Hirsch smiled at the newcomer and gave her a nod of his head before saying, "Hello, Miss Stone."
A quick glance at his watch and........ there was still some time to go. The clock really was ticking slowly, wasn't it? Or was everyone overly early?
Text Cut: Zeke (Hera)
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Originally Posted by Hera
He loved the smell of DADA in the morning, it was grand. What was even better, was he didn't have to wear his stuffy school uniform. Brilliant. Figuring they'd be doing something active, or at least remotely so, Zeke had dresses in trackies and sneakers, with a plain white shirt and his grey hoodie over the top. He only hoped the new Professor wouldn't disappoint, the man had BIG shoes to fill. Sabel was and would continue to be something of a mentor to him.
Entering the classroom, the Gryffindor wasn't the least bit surprised that the setup had changed. It usually did. Professor's liked keeping them on their toes. The mats were familiar, and so he tread on them with confidence, the cushions though, he thought were unnecessary. With a smile, nod and a "Gooooood day, Professor," Zeke surveyed the class before picking a cushion on which to park himself.
Name tags first though...
Setting his bag down beside him and retrieving his quill, Zeke scrawled his details along it and fixed it to his chest, and then to fill the time, he began stretching out his legs.
Oh, how this next kid reeked of teenagerdom. That outfit. That outfit said it all.
In fact, this kid had the right idea and Hirsch was silently pleased to see him come in such a getup. Just like he was pleased to see that, when the kid sat down, he'd proceeded to do some stretches. Smirking slightly, he watched the young boy curiously before saying, "Hello, Mr Browne. Limbering up, are you?"
Text Cut: Marsha (Stormdancer)
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Originally Posted by Stormdancer
Moving into the classroom, Marsha grinned as happily walked around a few of her classmates. She waved a happy welcome to their Professor as she found Lance - OH, and Melon - sitting close by each other. Which made things easier for Marsha in all honesty. Taking the quickest way through the pillows, the Welsh girl plopped down on a pillow between Lance and Melon.
”Hi Lance.” She grinned at the trousers he was wearing - the Professor had requested comfortable shoes and clothing after all…. and then looked at Melon with a grin. ”Hey Melon.” She said with a smile though…
Her badge… Really?
Looking at her cousin, she looked at her eye contact and sighed a little. ”Mel…” She poked her shoulder. ”You might want to edit your badge, Melon. You are not your sister.” Sigggghhhh. Honestly.
Looking back to Lance, she giggled and rolled her eyes as she filled in her own badge before putting it on her sweater.
Silent and a wave? He wasn't going to say no to that. After all, there was nothing weird about the entrance, either. And he figured she'd be more interested in talking to her friends than talking to a professor. Students usually were, weren't they?
So, she got a smile and a wave back from the man.
Text Cut: Tia (PhoenixRising)
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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising
There was no need to tell Tia twice about Defense lesson; one it was a practical course and a NECESSITY for everything in the Magical World. Two, she'd SEEN him at the opening feast and though she hadn't gotten the chance to personally meet him yet, she wasn't about to miss attending a lesson with a pretty face instructing them.
Though she was a bit taken aback by the lack of desks and chairs, but the cushions didn't seem terribly uncomfortable and she guessed they would be up and moving after a short while anyway. Write their names and house and year on a name tag, and stick it to their robes. Wasn't that sort of redundant though to write their houses down when they were all wearing their uniforms with their house crests? Can she change her surname to Hirsch? Except that would be too blatant and he did say no fake names, but it didn't say no to future names. Except she didn't know whether her future name would be Hirsch or Finch yet, but one of them .... Sigh. Except if they turned out to already have a wife like Quigley claimed.
Enough with the daydreaming though. Name tag.
"Hello Professor Hirsch, welcome to Hogwarts." Tia smiled brightly at the young man, taking a tag, as she took a seat on of the cushions before beginning to neatly fill it out and stick it to her robes, just above her Head Girl badge.
Oh, the Head Girl! A polite one, too. He figured this had something to do with the level of mannerism that she had to portray. Shame. So young to be burdened with so much responsibility.
"Hello, Head Girl Mancini. And thank you! I'm pleased to be here." He was. Really. Hags and food fights and rain in the great hall aside.
And what did HiFin mean?
Text Cut: Henric (Symphora)
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Originally Posted by Symphora
Henric strolled into the classroom with a smile on his face."How are you, Professor Hirsch?" He greeted the new defence against the dark arts professor. He wondered what sort of defence spells they would be learning today. Henric noticed there were two boxes in the middle of the classroom, one sealed and the other opened. His curiousity perked. Hopefully, the sealed one wasn't a boggart or anything dangerous. But knowing this class, high chance it would be.
He headed to one of the available seats at the corner of the room before settling himself down comfortably. It felt nice to be able to stretch his long legs out and hug the cushion whenever he wanted. Heheh.
As more students began filling the seats around him, Henric made sure he didn't forget to give them an occasional nods and greetings. He guessed it was a prefect thing to do even though he barely knew some of them at all. He wished he was more like Adi sometimes, sociable and outspoken. Henric sighed, knowing he would find himself minding his own business more often than not. Anyway...
Picking up a nametag, he wrote down:
He then pasted it on top of his shiny prefect and Man United badges.
"Nice..." He grinned, patting it lightly on his chest.
From one student in power to another. Hirsch watched as the Hufflepuff Prefect walked in and immediately asked him about his health. Nice, wasn't it? But considering that this was coming from the prefects, he half wondered whether this had something to do with showing a facade or if he, well, he was nice and polite enough to ask willingly.
"I'm well, Prefect Nicolei. How are you?" He even got a smile for his politeness.
And what did those badges mean?
Text Cut: Ilia (VRSCIKA)
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Originally Posted by VRSCIKA
Ah DADA class....one of her preferred classes. It wasn't Professor Dakest but hopefully this professor would still be interesting. She wore all black and had her hair braided into a long ponytail for this morning. This subject tended to include activity and loose hair and baggy or flowing clothes just tended to get in the way. The boxes were highly suspicious, but then...most things in this class tended to be. She usually just went with the flow and waited to see what would happen in most cases, so her curiosity was just peaked. The floor mats didn't surprise her however and honestly looked far more comfortable than desks.
Ilia entered the classroom with a pleasant smile and bowed to the new teacher. "Good day, Professor Hirsch." She greeted as politely as she could and briefly ran her gaze across the board to take in its words. Simple enough.
Alright, now where was her person? She scanned the room to see if he had arrived yet , Bingo. Once she laid eyes on him, she swiftly made her way to the mat beside him. Sitting down she smiled over at him brightly. "You look enthusiastic." Her words came with a smile, trying to tease him to put him into a good mood.
Name tag.....she picked up the blank object and neatly jotted down what she was asked to.
Here was another kid who had the right idea about the type of clothing required for this class. Baggy, loose and comfortable clothes was what he'd hoped the students would wear since it would really help them with the practical portion of the class.
A bow? Uh. He wasn't expecting that.
The man....... sort of.......... blinked in her general direction before smiling somewhat. "Hello, Miss Valke." A bow. Yeah. Did she do that to all the professors?
Please say no.
Text Cut: Candice (Poolicious)
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Its time for DADA lesson. Its one of the lessons she's looking forward to this term. Mostly because of The Professor. Ehem. Speaking of the HAWT Professor, he's already there when she entered the classroom. Hello Professor McSteamy!
And yes she did notice the absent of chairs and desks but that's not important to her. "Hello, Professor Hirsch. Welcome to Hogwarts." She hadn't had a chance to welcome the Professor, better late than never right? The Prefect gave him a curt nod and flipped her hair before she went to search for an empty cushion. She choose the one at the front of the class. Its a perfect spot to stare at Professor McSteamy. She picked up the name tag and wrote her name and stuffs before she stick it to her robes above her Prefect badge.
Another polite Prefect came right after the previous student. Maybe it was on the agenda to be this polite. He liked to think not and that they were simply like that. It was just a better thought. "Hello, Miss Messer."
And he was going to ignore how sassy that hairflip was if she ignored that he'd snorted as soon as she had done so.
Deal?
Text Cut: Dot (Cassirin)
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Dot still wasn't a fan of name tags, and at this point in the scheme of things, she was starting to think that maybe Daxton had the right idea of it. Maybe it made a lot of sense to rebel outright and wear your rebellion on your badge.
And then she remembered that she wasn't much for rebellion over silly things AND she was a prefect and meant to be a good example. What a life.
Dot nodded politely at the professor as she took her seat on a mat. "Hello, professor." He was too handsome to be trusted with their lives, but then again... so had Dakest. And look, they were all alive, so that hadn't been a terrible decision. She picked up the name tag with a sigh and began to fill it out.
Unlike the girl's hair, the next student was quiet. In fact, he wouldn't have even noticed her coming in if it wasn't for that hair of hers. Did she know that hiding would be difficult for her? Or that she was more likely to stand out than some of her classmates?
"Hello, Miss Wojack." Another Prefect, again polite. It really was in their agenda, wasn't it?
Text Cut: Norah (Sararara)
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Professor Pretty Face. Right. Good. She could deal with that. Norah gave him a polite smile as she entered, noting with far too much satisfaction that she didn't feel any warmth in her cheeks or ANYTHING, which probably meant they were pink-free. Did everybody see that? TOTALLY CHILL. It was a miracle. Or maybe she'd just gotten enough practice from spending all that time with Yoongi and HIS pretty face. She'd have to pay more attention next time.
With name tag in hand, she scanned the room, giving Dot a little wave before plopping herself down on a mattress next to a baby firstie (Katherine). A bottle of purple, broken quill, little bag of sparkles (in case there was an emergency), and single shoelace tumbled from her bag upon impact with the floor, and she gave the younger girl an apologetic grin as she rushed to stuff it all back in again, finally looking at her name tag once she had sat up and blown a curly strand of hair from her eyes with a small huff of air. "Nice to meet ya, Katherine Mary Moss." Katherine Mary Moss. Her name alone was more proper than Norah's entire existence could ever wish to be. Not that she ever DID wish to be proper, but y'know. Theoretically. She looked at her palm to make sure there were no remains of her breakfast left on there before sticking it out for a handshake. Top notch socialization, right? RIGHT.
Using her purple ink and a quill that WASN'T broken, she scribbled the necessary information on her own name tag and stuck it to the front of her robes. Nice.
Like the previous student, this next one was polite and quiet as well. He wasn't even surprised to see that she was a Prefect either. See? He was learning so much about this weird school. The man smiled back and gave the girl a small nod of his head as she......
............. uh.
Why did she have so many unnecessary items in her bag? Not that Hirsch was meant to be snooping but he was. Oh, he was.
Text Cut: Janelle (Daydreamer11)
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Janelle was rushing to get to Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She hadn't left as early as she meant to and now she was trying to beat the clock. Entering the classroom, she gave a sigh of relief. She wasn't late, which was good.
Looking around, Janelle noticed a lack of desks. In their place, mats could be found on the floor of the room. Walking over to an empty mat, she noticed the Professor and offered her greetings. "Hello Professor", she said cheerfully. Seeing that there were instructions for them to follow, Janelle began to write a nametag. Once she'd finished, she stuck the nametag on her robe and sat down. Taking out her necessary materials, Janelle waited for class to begin.
Cheerful and yet, not bouncy. Good combination, that was. A combination he liked, even. It made things easier to deal with, considering what the environment was like.
"Hello, Miss Guidry." Luckily, you did beat the clock.
Text Cut: Dima (lemon)
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It wasn't as if Dima hadn't seen at least a dozen students get jelly knees when the apparently oh-so-attractive Hirsch passed by, and he was prepared for nothing less during his classes. But hopefully, the dramatic swooning and fainting could be kept to somewhat of a minimum in a lesson?
Although, being realistic, he had low expectations. This was Hogwarts, after all.
He greeted the professor with a light, "Good morning, sir," at his desk before heading to a cushion. It was labeled following Hirsch's guidelines in his scrawl, and then he took a seat near Norah, attempting to guess which folks would be the ones with hearts in their eyes today.
Not difficult.
At all.
While Dima had noticed the jelly knees, Hirsch hadn't. Or hadn't bothered to. His face was his face and he didn't find anything remarkable about it. Though, he did notice the stares he'd gotten and the occasional giggle every now and then.
And yes, he hoped there'd be no swooning or fainting as well.
"Hello, Mr Toussaint." Smiles for you, too.
Text Cut: Carl (Jean Granger)
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Carl walked into the D.A.D.A. Classroom, his eyes wandering around. There were no desks or chairs, which was okay for him. His very first Charms lesson was like this too and he enjoyed it very much. What caught his attention however, was the two boxes sitting by Professor Hirsch's desk. "Hello, Professor." He smiled, turning to the man.
Then, Carl headed over to find a comfy mat. Choosing one near the front of the classroom, he sat down and looked up at the board. Name tag. He liked those. So, he took out a quill and made his name tag, which he stuck onto his hoodie.
Another cool kid and another kid who was showing interest in the boxes. That made him smirk, to be honest, especially since he knew what was in there and therefore, knew how uninteresting it was. Or, well, not as interesting as some of the theories the students could come up with.
"Hello, Mr Leonard." Smiles for you, too.
Text Cut: Yoongi (DuckyLinJi)
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Yoongi had been wondering how the new Professor was as he walked towards the DADA classroom. He was still slightly sad that Dakest had left however. He had liked him and had learned loads so he hoped these new lessons were going to be exciting as well.
As he entered the room and saw that there were no desks or chairs, just mats and cushions, the Head Boy looked around for a few seconds before he spotted the new Professor. ....Soooo... was this one of Candic's dreamy, steamy or whatever she had called them, men? Mweh there was nothing special about this one either.
"Hello Professor" he greeted with a smile before he turned around to find a place to seat. As he did so, he spotted Norah sitting with Kath, wearing Ravenclaw robes. He waved at them both because it would be rude to only wave at the Prefect but he did gave an extra wink at Norah as he walked passed her. A moment later he took a seat next to carl and poked him on his shoulder. "So you got Hufflepuff huh?" he said as he wrote his name tag.
Oh, the Head Boy! Wasn't this interesting?
Interest peeked, the man watched the boy carefully. Combat was something that was taken into account at Durmstrang when picking student leaders - or so he thought - so, he wondered how Hogwarts went about choosing theirs. So far, there was the politeness that was right up there but there had to be something else, right? Surely.
"Hello, Mr Hyland," he said, smiling back at him.
Text Cut: Sam (hermygirl)
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Another lesson without chairs and desks? Huh... With a small shrug to herself, Sam stepped properly into the classroom and greeted the professor before taking a look at who was already there. Almost immediately she spotted a Dora and her Ravenclaw dorm mates, Rachel, Katherine,Haddie and Olivia. Undeterred by the lack of mats in their vicinity, she plopped down on the nearest available mat, and scooted it awkwardly across the floor so that she could sit between them all. "Hey ev'ryone!"
Because, friends were awesome. Both red AND blue ones.
And...she assumed the piece of papery stuff was for yet another name tag. Surely the professors at Hogwarts could come up with a better solution for learning their names? It seemed a waste, really. Regardless, she dug around in her pockets for her quill and wrote her standard details on it:
Quiet.
The next student was very quiet.
Quiet wasn't bad but...... well. Unless she simply liked to not waste her breath in greeting people individually? Because, at that next moment, there'd been a hey to everyone, apparently. Hirsch took a note of the name and year of the girl before giving her a nod of his head in return. Hello!
Text Cut: Brian (laurange)
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The first thing Brian noticed when he entered the classroom was the utter lack of furniture. Save for a desk. And a box at the bottom. And a box on the top. And a professor man leaning against the desk with the box on it. Oh. Professor man. Yeah. A greeting of some sort should happen at some point. Was it his fault the man was weirdly attractive? Yeah, nope. He was gonna do the greeting thing.
"G'morning, professor," the boy grinned, before depositing himself on a particularly fluffy cushion. And narrowly avoiding getting stabbed with a nametag. Pulling a pen from his pocket, Brian scrawled the information that these professor people usually needed on a nametag. Much easier with a pen anyway.
For now he'd just look around and see if Timmy had arrived yet.
This kid was doing things the Muggle way. It wasn't bad, so to say, but the fact that he'd chosen to was interesting to Hirsch. Wizarding kids and adults didn't usually do such a thing, did they? Aside from the weird freaks who insisted that the Muggle way was the only way.
Yeah, freaks.
Anyways. "Hello, Mr Woods," he said, smiling at the young boy.
Text Cut: Maggie (Lislchen)
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Maggie hadn't even noticed that there were no desks or normal chairs in the classroom. She was too busy looking at the professor there. Ahem. Err. NOT looking of course. She wasn't 12 anymore. She was basically a grown-up. Totally. Mature and all that. Which was why she somehow managed not to giggle when she greeted him. "Hello Professor." See? Totally normal. Mhm.
Oh. Wow. What was UP with that classroom?
She sent another totally casual smile the professor's way while quickly scanning the room. Ah. Hady. Hi. The Slytherin was the first of her friends she'd spotted so she went over to sit next to her. "Hi." Maggie wasn't really looking at her but was instead still totally casually stealing glances at the professor. She even took her time to write her name tag extra nice to make sure he could read it.
The staring? Hardly noticed. Especially since she was smiling at the end of it all. As long as they weren't getting into any kind of trouble or making a ruckus in his first lesson, he was fine. Besides, it seemed like such a trivial thing to worry about.
So staring was alright for now.
"Hello, Miss Traulton." Thank you for writing your name so nicely.
Text Cut: Ava (RandomRaven)
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She wasn't late, but she's not early too.
When Ava entered the classroom, she noticed that there's no desk and chairs. Just the cushion. Well, maybe all DADA professors didn't like desk and chairs because she remembered that this happened at Professor Dakest's class too. Well, this guy was no Dakest but when she visited him earlier at this term, he seemed... promising. And cool too, but not because of the tattoos...
"Hello, Professor Hirsch." The young lioness greeted that man. "We finally met again." Hehehe.... She decided to sit at the front row and wrote her name on the name tag.
Ah, here was another familiar face.
The smile widened slightly at the sight of the young girl. He was glad that she was here, in fact. Both her and Davie - yes, Hirsch called him Davie and not Truebridge - would like a little something he was going to mention. And he had only hoped they'd be here to hear it for themselves. They needed to, after all.
"Nice to see you again, Miss Burton."
And where was Davie, hm?
Text Cut: Thornton (AmbiguouslyMe)
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He hadn't been one to enjoy this class all that much as a younger student, but after having been forcefully signed up for dueling last term, he'd come to appreciate it more. It challenged his speed of thinking and forced him to act a little more on instinct and not endlessly thinking through every possible outcome.
And so he was mildly disappointed that Professor Dakest had not returned.
Entering the room, Thornton tried to hold no expectations for the class this term and pursed his lips just slightly at the cushions on the floor. He really hated those things. Made it hard to take notes. With a nod of greeting toward the professor, he took a seat and leaned the name tag on his leg. Less legible than he'd like, the nametag was then promptly affixed to his robes, just below his prefect's badge.
Silent Prefect was, well, silent.
Roderik watched the young boy, not noticing the pursed lips or the way in which he was looking at the cushions. All he noticed was the way in which he carried himself and frankly, it intrigued him. He was used to wondering what people were like in duels, you know? And that wasn't an exception here.
And there was a nod, which was matched with a nod of his own. Hello, Mr Baines.
Text Cut: Blaise (DaniDiNardo)
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Remind him why he'd shown up for this class again? Remind him why it wasn't on his blacklist. Maybe because sometimes it wasn't about magic but rather, dark creatures or instruments that would best be avoided. It wasn't ALL magic ALL the time and last year had proven to the now Second Year that one could protect themselves even without the use of magic. He would need to learn more if he planned to accomplish this.
Blaise walked into the room, paying little attention to the fact they had mats in place of desks and chairs. In truth, it would be something of a problem if he needed to duck but that was what tall, older students were for. Like Dima who was sitting near Norah.
Well, choice was clear enough and that's where Blaise planted his butt, right between the two of them--because Norah smelled nice and she was so wonderful and offered him chocolates and was pretty, okay yes. Dima might make a good shield and they had a year on Yearbook together so he sorta kinda knew him which meant this was okay.
Oh nametag. Nothing could make him miss his quick quotes quill more. It usually had such wonderful titles to give him when he let it fill these out for him. The boy would have to do it himself.
"Hey guys. Morning Professor." He so belonged here.
Oh. Oh Merlin.
Roderik had to use as much energy as he could to try not to laugh at the tag that the boy had given himself. Most of the students had kept things formal enough but this boy........... this boy was something else entirely. The information was there so he didn't mind this new information in the slightest. Nope.
"Hello, Mr Bellaire. Nice to see you think so highly of yourself." Keep the confidence up, kid.
Text Cut: Isabella (Lady Marmalade)
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Bella thought that she was going to be late for sure, but she made it just in time. To her getting somewhere a couple of minutes before start time was late. She liked to be early for everything that way she could get the best seat.
"Hello Professor Hirsch," she greeted with a polite smile, before looking around for a free seat. Wait... where were the desk and chair? Everyone was just standing around waiting for the class to start. She guessed that whatever they were doing required a lot of empty space. She took at name tag and quickly jotted down her name.
And it was nearly time to-
Oh, a student. One last student. "You're just in the nick of time, Miss Miklos," he said, giving her a nod of his head. And she did know that they could sit down, right?
Oh, will you look at the time? It was time to get this lesson started! So, with a flick of his wand, Roderik made the door shut itself with a small SNAP! Anyone who was late was going to miss out. Their loss, frankly.
Standing up properly, he smiled around at the class before launching with his speech, "Hello one, hello all, and welcome to Defence Against the Dark Arts. I'm Professor Roderik Hirsch and, as most of you should know by now," Unless you were living under a rock. "I'm going to be your new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."
"Before I launch into the main gist of the lesson, I'd like to mention one thing first." At this, Hirsch paused, mainly for dramatic effect. His eyes landed on Ava and he gave her a smile - was she listening? - before continuing, "I've been approached by a few students about, as I understand, a Dueling Club that was running last year. After some consideration and planning, I'm pleased to announce that the club will continue this year as well. All those interested in the club, look out for a sign up sheet after this lesson is over."
Was that an exciting enough introduction to the lesson?
"Moving ON, I want to ask all of you something." Another dramatic pause and another smirk. "Picture this: you're stuck somewhere, anywhere, and you don't have your wand on you. You're in danger and you need to find your way out of it by using your body, your mind and your surroundings." Interesting thought, wasn't it?
"In fact, imagine that you're about to be attacked........ by another human, say. They could be bigger, tougher, whatever you imagine them to be. I want to know............ what would you do to try and defend yourself against this person? How would you put your body, mind and surroundings to use?"
Be careful how you answer this, kids.
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Secondly, a signup sheet WILL be up for the Dueling Club later on today, as well as rules and more info about it all. Be on the lookout for that!
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And now the class had started.
Wait... did the Professor just smile at her? Wha.... Why? She didn't call him 'Professor Tattooed man' or villain or.... Hey, she didn't mention anything about his tattooes, right? But then Ava realized that he was talking about the dueling club. "YAYY!!!" She couldn't help with her excitement and threw her fist to the air.
.....
Oops?
Okay, just forget about that.
Moving on to the lesson, the young lioness listened to Professor Hirsch while she's biting her quill.... Picturing the situation. Well, it wasn't such a hard question. She raised her hand and answer. "If in this situation, the bad guy has something on his hand as his weapon, I'll attack his hand first... Maybe kick it or bite it... Also, I'll look around if there's something useful like big rock or wooden stick as a weapon."
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Esme had a feeling that she had made the Professor feel more at ease somehow, and even though she wasn't sure HOW, it was something that made her smile more. Maybe Hufflepuffs were just calming.
As the lesson started, she listened closely to what he had to say. This was one of the subjects that she didn't have a passion for but enjoyed. Fighting wasn't her thing, but she did see the usefulness of being able to duel. Maybe she'd join the club, but she wasn't sure. Something to talk about with Juno later...
The question he asked them made her bite her lip. After thinking for a moment, Esme raised her hand. "Maybe I'd use my wand to shrink them. Then they wouldn't be so big and scary! If that didn't work, I'd get my dad because he's an Auror and has put Dark Wizards in Azkaban." If her dad could do that, he could deal with a bully.
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Class was starting! OH, HAPPY DAY!
...and there was going to be a club to join, too! COOL. TOO COOL. Ariadne was going to sign up as soon as the list was made available. Mmkay, moving on...
The next little speech brought about a range of facial expressions from Ariadne. Stuck somewhere? *eyes widened* No wand?! *eyebrows raised* In danger? *slight jump back* An attack?! *dives under mat* Just kidding on that last part. Ariadne was on edge, though. What would she do?! She guessed running for her life was out of the question. What about wandless magic? That was a possibility, but she was too young for that.
OHH, she had an idea! "What about camouflage?" Ariadne asked, raising her hand. "I've heard about people who can make themselves look like ANYTHING from trees to the ground to rocks! If you can manage to figure out really good ways to camouflage, you can make yourself pretty much invisible to anybody or anything!" That didn't really solve the problem of what you'd do if you didn't randomly have any materials to camouflage or if your attacker didn't give you any time to hide yourself. It was a start, though.
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Blaise allowed himself a grin, a genuine grin. "Always Professor, but this is nothing compared to how highly my quill thinks of me." True story. He missed his little buddy and would beg, plea and cry to get it back if he had to--for all the good that would do. His parents' minds were well made up.
And it seemed the grin was going nowhere. This was the first all term he'd been excited to answer something in a class that wasn't Muggle Studies because it was RIGHT up his alley. The boy never had his wand. Ever. Like now. Nope. No wand. He'd left it in his trunk.....unless Bentley brought it along like he'd been doing since they got back.
"If the person's huge, there's a chance he's slow too so I'd take my chances running, but if he looks REAL FIT I'd try to find a big stick laying around and swing til one of us gives--while hoping it's not me and ensuring my quill is recording what might be my last few moments on earth. Something heroic--something snazzy. I'd be famous in history books after." But he was digressing. "If I can't whack him hard enough where it hurts I'd hope he's got a brain so I can reason with him being SUCH a bully. I'm not exactly big you know and I'm still on that adorable dimpled phase. He'd have to be a rotten jerk--and you saw what happens to jerks at the feast, didn't you Professor?" A glance was spared a both Ravenclaw Prefects before his gaze settled on the man, grin still firmly in place.
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When the door shut Bast focused his attention less on the people beside him, and more on the professor standing in front of all of them. He was new to the school too, but he also knew from Dora that this professor had only just gotten the job. What he didn't know, and had planned on asking about when the lesson was over, was if dueling club would be offered this year. No one was happier about this than this boy. No one showed it less than this boy.
His blue eyes twinkled and a smile twitched at the corners of his lips, but he otherwise remained focused on the lesson. That question seemed too easy, but maybe it was just him because other students so far had answers very different form the one he was thinking. Still he was a bit skeptical at where this lesson was leading, and if he would get much out of it.
"If we're both wandless, professor." He had his hand up briefly, long enough to gain the man's attention. "And I'm only allowed my body, mind, and surroundings, then I would fight my attacker." A lazy shrug rolled off his shoulders. "The best defense is a good offense."
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Lesson time...another lesson. What was life right now?! So much school work and brain hurting, HE COULD BE SLEEPING RIGHT NOW but oooooh noooo that's not what he was doing that really bugged him right now.
Bradson walked into the defense against the dark arts class room. Maybe they would do something cool in this class. Like cast spells and inflict pain on people. Not the nice people but the food throwing Gryffindors, that sounded like it would be so much fun.
The eleven year old looked around the classroom before picking up a name tag and finding a seat to sit down in. He was on his own with the whole seat thing. The Scottish first year looked around to see if he could find his best friend. Where was Kat?
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Bradson (call me Brady, DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME BRADSON, #ImWatchingYou) Somerhalder
First Year, Hufflepuff.
The eleven year old looked at his name tag. He wrote his name and year down and pressed it on his chest, on top of his robes.
All done. Now for class to start.
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Wait! Brady knew the answer to this! He totally has this. Bradson raised his hand up high in the air for the professor to see. "Um...professor, I think if you were to not use magic and someone who is trying to attack you that is also taller and fatter than you I would say that you can kick him in the back of the knees." The first year didn't know if this would work or not though. "I mean those muggles have a saying the taller they are the harder they fall so maybe doing that would work, yeah?" He had to be going places with that answer, he was totally thinking outside the box.
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This was the class she'd been waiting for. After the woman at Ollivander's had told her her wand would be great for DADA, Altha'd been looking forward to the class since the first day.
With her posture straightened and her chin up, Altha strolled into the DADA room, glancing around. The room looked quite simple, something she could appreciate. Altha chose a cushion on the floor, and slowly sunk down to it. Crossing her legs, she sat up straight, and took her the name tag. After she'd shuffled through her bag and found a quill, she scribbled down:
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It still felt strange to be writing Slytherin as her house. For a moment, Altha let her dark hazel eyes linger on the tag. Then she pushed her black hair back and looked down at her shoulder, pressing the tag on.
At the sound of the shoulder hit the door, Hirsch turned his head sharply towards the source of the sound only to find....... a girl. A girl who couldn't see the door? Or a girl who couldn't control her movements. Being the kind of person he was, he couldn't help but wonder what she'd be like in a duel, where she'd have to have full control of her movements.
But first, "Are you okay? Does your shoulder hurt?" It looked normal enough, but you never know.
And there she went again. Yep, this was going to be difficult.
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Oh, will you look at the time? It was time to get this lesson started! So, with a flick of his wand, Roderik made the door shut itself with a small SNAP! Anyone who was late was going to miss out. Their loss, frankly.
Standing up properly, he smiled around at the class before launching with his speech, "Hello one, hello all, and welcome to Defence Against the Dark Arts. I'm Professor Roderik Hirsch and, as most of you should know by now," Unless you were living under a rock. "I'm going to be your new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."
"Before I launch into the main gist of the lesson, I'd like to mention one thing first." At this, Hirsch paused, mainly for dramatic effect. His eyes landed on Ava and he gave her a smile - was she listening? - before continuing, "I've been approached by a few students about, as I understand, a Dueling Club that was running last year. After some consideration and planning, I'm pleased to announce that the club will continue this year as well. All those interested in the club, look out for a sign up sheet after this lesson is over."
Was that an exciting enough introduction to the lesson?
"Moving ON, I want to ask all of you something." Another dramatic pause and another smirk. "Picture this: you're stuck somewhere, anywhere, and you don't have your wand on you. You're in danger and you need to find your way out of it by using your body, your mind and your surroundings." Interesting thought, wasn't it?
"In fact, imagine that you're about to be attacked........ by another human, say. They could be bigger, tougher, whatever you imagine them to be. I want to know............ what would you do to try and defend yourself against this person? How would you put your body, mind and surroundings to use?"
Be careful how you answer this, kids.
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OOC: Firstly, ohmygosh the turnout for this class ;____; The main reason this took a long time to post was because I was too busy fangirling over all of you ugh. Thanks for turning up you guys <3
Secondly, a signup sheet WILL be up for the Dueling Club later on today, as well as rules and more info about it all. Be on the lookout for that!
Be as creative as you like with your answers. And I won't be posting until sometime tomorrow. Thanks once again! ^^
"Yep, I'm good." Hadley glanced around, and realized no one else was wearing their robes. She should probably start reading more than just class time and day on those notices. Sheepishly, she shrugged out of her robes and replaced the name tag on her shirt.
Class started with an announcement that excited Haddie. Dueling club. Penny had told her about it and how with Kira she'd be great at dueling. Haddie tried to imagine what dueling club would be like, and all the spells they'd be taught. She almost missed the Professor's question. Almost.
Haddie glanced around. This had to be a wizarding thing. Because she grew up not knowing anything about wands or magic, so this just didn't seem as tricky as everyone else seemed to think it was. Including Hirsch. She'd dealt with bullies plenty. For herself and her twin. And only a few times was accidental magic involved.
"It depends on the surroundings and the other person. You can find something to use as a weapon anywhere, and if you're smart enough you can use their strengths and weaknesses against them. Like if they're big and strong, they probably aren't all that fast and agile, so you can use that." She shrugged a moment, debating on whether or not she should continue with the important part. The lesson her Grandpa told her, that she never forgot. "And fight dirty. You're not in a boxing match," she was echoing her Grandpa's words now, "and there's no such thing as fighting fair when someone's attacking you. Do whatever you can to drop them before they drop you. Unless, um..." She looked down, avoiding eye contact, "Unless you're at school and it's another student..." Yeah, Grandpa got in as much trouble as she did for that one.
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Olly scooted over a bit, closer to Ellery, before the lesson started. Everything was more fun with his sister by his side. So this Defense Against the Dark Arts class should be extra fun! He waved at a few people as they entered. Blaise, Norah, those people that it would make sense for him to wave at. He hoped there'd be some sort of fun activity later.
Right, time for the actual lesson part. The announcement about the dueling club was interesting, maybe Olly would actually join this year. The question was interesting. This was a magical school. Weren't they supposed to learn how to do things with magic? Not without magic? But he supposed defense applied in both situations, so the question did technically make sense. Fine, mister professor sir. Olly raised his hand.
"I would kick them," he said. "Hurt them just enough to draw their attention long enough for me to get a head start and run away." He knew that he would have no chance in a fight with pretty much anyone. He wouldn't be attacked by a child anyway, so basically he would lose no matter what. Therefore, the best option was running away. After kicking them somewhere it would hurt.
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Ellery wiggled excitedly in her cushion. This…was… a SURPRISINGLY good class so far. She had almost been expected Hirsch to smirk and think his (apparent???) good looks were enough but…this was ALREADY a great class. Talking about defense WITHOUT magic??? Amazing!
"Well, professor…you shouldn't fight them violently, or at least not unless they punch you first. The best way is to outsmart them - by distracting them with your words, or convince them that they shouldn't hurt you. Basically, avoid direct conflict, because if you manage to convince them that you aren't a threat, no one gets hurt."
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His cousins were... being his cousins, there was a small child from the Yearbook team squished between him and Norah, slight jabs were being taken at Prefects, and Gryffindors were talking about using big sticks as weapons. In Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
So nothing new. Dima felt right at home.
Hand up. "Wandless magic, sir?" It seemed more logical to him to work around the 'no wand' portion of that question than think of an actual response.
He was a little too sleepy for this right now.
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Chloe was so distracted by his face. For someone who was so used to telling other people, boys exclusively, how dumb they were she was really feeling very foolish right about now. The blonde could scarcely concrentrate on the lesson. That was how distracted she was.
It had to be some kind of lesson tactic: his face. Truly. Nobody, especially no boy, had ever made her face as red and her mind as mushy as this professor was right now. Maybe because he wasn't a boy. He was a man.
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When she finally clued back into the lesson people were talking. She panicked. Chloe had missed the question with all of her embarrassing face staring. From what other people were saying she discerned that they were talking about self protection but in what capacity she had no idea.
Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
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Torrance Spades
1st Year, Gryffindor
A Dueling Club? That sounded awesome! Torrance could learn so many more spells from Dueling. Not nothing on his Uncle, but Locking and Unlocking wasn't that that cool. Helpful, but not cool.
"What are my Surroundings?" Torrance asked, curious. "If the guy is bigger than me, then tripping him would be the best best solution, but I'm small so tripping him would be hard. If I knew my surroundings I could use some stuff around me to help trip him up. Then he'd fall on his face and get K.O'd. Unless well, the fight was at a Mattress and Pillow Factory." So please Mister Professor, where are they fighting?
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