Guess who's back? (back again). Spinnet's back. (((back))) Tell a friend. (((friend)))

That is RIGHT, ladies and gents! Zoryn Amari Spinnet aka Professor WayOld's most FAVORITE star-student OF ALL TIME was here for another excruciating lesson at Hogwarts Magic School. Annnnnnnnnd to make things even better, she was the FIRST to arrive. Which meant they'd even get some alone time together before all the other not-so-favorite students came by.

"Sup, Professor," she gave him her most MISCHIEVOUS grin. "Guess it's just me and you today."

What a dream. For HIM. Amirightladies.

Did he notice the TROLL on her forehead? Because the Gryffindor had spent EXTRA time doing the sparkle outline today.

One person who absolutely did not find the autumn weather in Scotland perfect was Abra, but it was okay (well, sort of okay) because by now he was proficient at warming charms, and he definitely knew how to dress warmly enough for his own comfort. All wrapped up nice and toasty, he made his way to the barns for Care of Magical Creatures.

"Good afternoon, Professor Wayland," he greeted the professor as he reached the hay bales, taking up a seat by Zoryn, who had got here before him. Yeah, sorry to break up the party, Zor. And... oh. Sparkly.

... Yeah, it was tempting, but he wouldn't comment.

Still feeling weird not wearing her full uniform to Care of Magical Creatures, owing to the rules, Hanna made her way down to the barn. It was also one of her favourite times of the year! Halloween was tomorrow, and autumn had taken hold of the grounds of Hogwarts. She had her supplies with her as she approached the set up with all the hay stacks. "Hello Professor Wayland," she greeted, finding herself a piece of hay and getting her supplies out and ready to use.

Since she'd stopped moving, all the way from the castle to the barn, she was feeling the cool breeze more. So out of her bag she pulled her Ravenclaw scarf, and wrapped it around herself.

New rules or no, Stasya wasn’t about to show up to CoMC in her robes and everything. Considering it didn’t make sense, logically. Spotless uniforms weren’t about to stay that way when they were handling creatures, and she was counting on Professor Wayland to allow them to interact with whatever creature they were studying in this lesson. Respecting the creature at the same time, of course. It wasn’t as if this was one of her worst subjects, after all. Quite the reverse, although understandably DADA had dropped a bit on her personal spectrum. Creatures had always been her favorite subject no matter what, so she was glad that Professor Wayland was still there and Sergeant!Headmaster hadn’t been able to insert a dementor into his position too.

The fall weather didn’t bother her either. Between lingering heat built up from SORE exercises and a few heating charms, she was comfortable enough. And curious when she noticed the lack of an elaborate haybale chair setup for the professor. The thought that maybe it was another side effect of the disaster that was the school right now had flitted through her mind as she’d made her way to her usual hay bale, but she kept the thought to herself. If she wanted to ask, she was going to wait until it was safer.

She did give the professor a big smile, though. “Good afternoon, Professor Wayland. How has your day been?,” she said, honestly hoping he hadn’t had quite as much stress as they were all experiencing lately. It was getting harder and harder to keep up her act around the questionable staff members after all.

It was CREAAAAAATURES! One of Lucas' FAVORITES because it was sooooooo chilllaxed and whatnot, a lot like Muggle Studies. He waved cheerfully at Professor Wayland before looking at who all was here.

There was Zoryn. She had the...boils...he made a :0 face and nodded at her head. "I had those...they only recently went away...but...yours look nice, Zoryn," he gave her a thumbs up. She was good at making a bad situation somewhat better for herself, at least. There was Abra, Stasya, and a girl he didn't know. They all got friendly waves from the red-haired boy as he took a sear NEAR Zoryn, but not next to her. Faith would probably wanna' sit next to her if she was attending this class. He didn't know his Gryffindor friend's schedule.

Lucas didn't really feel COLD, so to speak. It was just a little chilly, really. Like, don't-forget-your-coat kind of chilly. Not, two-socks-and-a-thick-scarf kind of chilly. It was pretty nice, really, but it only made him miss home a little bit more, especially drinking hot chocolate while he was sitting comfortably in his bed. It was nice.

He hugged his coat a little tighter around his body as he made his way down to the place where the lesson was taking place. Which was just near the Barn and- oh hey, was that hay?! That was..... interesting. No no, really. It was interesting. He almost wanted to test out one of those to see just how squishy it was.

But first. "Hello, Professor." Nice and simple. And after all these lessons and all these greetings, it might be something he could very slowly get used to. You know, once he knew the Professors properly. But for now, he just went and sat down on the first empty hay he could find. It wasn't squishy but it wasn't uncomfortable either. Was this because of the magic? Were there spells on this hay that-

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

Uh.

Did that girl have SPARKLES on her face? Around the word 'TROLL'?

Is this what you call a rebellion? Lucas wanted to know.

Patrick was so ready to head down to the barns. He had been spending a bunch of time down there as he was missing home a bit by this point in the term. Although he supposed that it wouldn't be long until he was home for winter holidays... well that was if the dark lord of teaching allowed them to even go home. He was getting real tired of all these rules. He even lost his free dress fridays which was his favorite thing to get enacted his second term. sigh.

With his bookbag over his shoulder and his uniforms firmly in place he began to walk toward the semi-circle of hay bales. Patrick was more shocked at the fact that Wayland didn't have his big ol hay bale throne. He still was up in the air about this whole school rules for the hardknocks but he supposed he'd just have to suck it up. He noticed he was early, which was a change now that everyone was up and running at SORE every day. "Morning Professor." he moved off to the side that he typically sat at and readied himself for the lesson.

It had been a bit of an internal debate for Natalie - whether or not she should wear her school uniform to class. Wayland wanted them to wear comfortable clothes to get dirty in, but the Headmaster had enforced a new rule that students were to ALWAYS wear their uniform when they were outside of their common room.

In the end, the Headmaster won, in Natalie's mind. If he showed up to this lesson, like he had in Muggle Studies, she didn't want to be caught without her crisp, clean uniform. Even if she was shoveling dung. To be honest, in the last few weeks, Natalie was trying her best to follow all of the rules, even if they seemed ridiculous. Perhaps it was to... impress the Headmaster because she was surrounded by a bunch of rule breakers. But she would never admit it.

So, Natalie walked down to the barn in her nice, clean uniform. She did of course feel a little out of place, since most of the students had shown up in their normal attire. But she tried to ignore the social pressure. "Hello, Professor," she greeted warmly, hoping he understood the reasoning behind her choice.

Then she saw Zoryn, who had decorated the label across her forehead. It was amusing, really. And far from surprising for a girl like Zoryn. She admired her a little bit, over there in her rule-following uniform. "Hi Zoryn," she said with a smile that hopefully showed her approval of her rebellion, even though Natalie herself was clearly not rebelling herself.

With a small yawn, Ewan arrived to his next lesson, slightly tired from all the extra reading he’d done the previous night. Smiling slightly now, Ewan arrived at the hay bale semi-circle with a positive mental attitude, ready to learn. Despite Halloween being near, Ewan tried his best to be present in the lessons and listen but the thought of the Halloween feast and decorations was always a welcome distraction. Especially from the dictatorship that they were currently under.

“Hello Professor, nice day isn’t it!”, Ewan muttered, greeting the Professor Wayland in a friendly manner. Joining his fellow students now, Ewan couldn’t help but feel slightly out of place. Despite only recognising one or two of his fellow students, he smiled at them hesitantly. He wasn’t staring at the sparkly troll writing on another student's face. Honest.

It was oddly strange how different he now felt out of uniform. Strange but a nice break. Some of the new rules? He didn’t mind. But others? Like the uniform rules? He did not agree with. He needed to express himself. Sitting on the floor nestled against a stack of hay, Ewan pulled out his notepad, ready to listen.

You know what Théo really needed a pumpkin spice latte. Did he have one, yes and he brought it with him. It would be inconvenient would have been inconvient of him not to and plus while it was not as good as the one he had back home. It would do. Probably not the best class to bring a drink to be when when Théo ever one to use reason.

Is he right or what..

He raised his cup in greeting to Wayland.

Hey, Professor, Whats Up?"

Nice job with the troll boils, Zoryn. You are getting good at messing with them.

Chloe was delighted for Care of Magical Creatures class again, and she skipped along the path toward the hay bale classroom. It had taken much internal debate to decide what to wear to class - they had to wear uniforms but the class rules for CoMC clearly stated they could dress down. She'd finally opted for warm clothing, sturdy boots, and her house scarf... not much of a compromise, but the best she could do.

"Good day, Professor. Where's your throne?" She sort of missed it in all its itchy glory.

Ryder had bundled up slightly before making his way down to the grounds and eventually finding himself where their lesson would take place. If there was one thing he knew for certain it was that Fall and Winter seasons were for staying inside the castle, preferably in bed and unconscious to the world. Granted, he didn't mind creatures class too much, as long as whatever they were studying was cool.

Joining the growing crowd, he contemplated may siding on over to one of his fellow Slytherins when one of the Gryffindor girls (Zoryn) had caught SO MUCH ATTENTION. "Yooooo, you're face," he exclaimed, side-stepping towards her. "Did they upgrade the jinx?"

And could he get a closer look?

Benji had been TORN before coming down here. Headmaster says wear robes at all times. Class rules say don't wear robes. Who was he supposed to listen to?! In the end, he wore something comfortable and brought his robes with him JUST IN CASE. He figured if it came down to it, he could just put his robes on over his comfortable Muggle clothes and nobody would even be able to tell. Although he was a little stressed that he was going to get in trouble... What if the headmaster walked in like he had in Muggle Studies and saw him without robes on and gave him detention and chained him up and beat him or WORSE, sent an owl to his PARENTS and then they would murder him for sure get him in big trouble?!

Merlin, it was all too much to think about. So instead of choosing one, he just sorta... did both.

"Hello, Professor," he said upon entering the hay bale semi-circle outside the Barn. "Nice afternoon, isn't it?" He looked around and quickly realized that he wasn't the only one who hadn't worn full robes to the lesson. Thank goodness.

Skyler liked Professor Wayland the best. He was the professor who had changed the least and she liked that. She gsve him a warm smile.
"Hey Professor," she said. Sense everyone had commented on the troll on Zoryn's head, or at least looked, she didn't bother glancing too kuch, just gave her a small wave in return.

Nothing, repeat, NOTHING could taint Care of Magical Creatures for Derf. Not these new rules. Not the controversy over his badge. Nothing. All of that...ALL OF IT...would be left behind in the castle at some point. Just memories that he would look back on with varying degrees of emotions, but creatures? Creatures were his future. So the decision of which rules to abide by in terms of dress was an easy decision for the sixth year: Professor Wayland's. His bulky robes would only be a liability depending on which creature they were going to encounter today and there was a reason one did not see magizoologists donned with billowing robes and such while on the job, you know? Though he did wear elements of a Hufflepuff uniform, mostly his old quidditch tracksuit and a pair of sturdy boots - which was CLEAN and he had even made a pathetic attempt at ironing thanks to Lucas' teaching him a thing or two about how to do that.

Derf otherwise had no problem with the whole uniform deal. It made things easier in a way. No thought needed in what to wear for the day and such so his mornings went more smoothly and he could get going more efficiently. There really was only one rule - two ish - that he did not like and THAT had to do with the invasion of privacy in their mail being read and censored. It was like treating all of the students of Hogwarts like inmates in Azkaban. Not to mention censorship in and of itself was dangerous. VERY dangerous. And the Hufflepuff has spent many a night sitting in bed staring into the darkness spiraling over what exactly that could mean. What exactly did they not want the students to hear or read? What were they blocking from the students mailing out?

But for now, Derf was all smiles as he approached Professor Wayland. Ever appreciative of all the individual lessons and hands on experience the man was offering him in the sixth year's pursuit of a career in magizoology healing. Not to mention the silent understanding that came to Picketta - WHO was where she should be at the moment. "Good day, Professor Wayland!" he greeted with a grin, enjoying the smell of the man's chai as it wafted his direction before he took a spot beside Chloe. "Hiya," he greeted her, glancing around the area and naturally spotting Natalie as well. Who he gave a wave to. Hopefully there would be pair work again so they could team up. He really...found it fascinating - and something else - watching her appreciation of creatures unfold.

He hadn't even noticed the lack of a hay throne at the moment, thoguh Chloe mentioning that certainly drew his attention NOW. "Maybe some of the winged horses ate it," he mused.

Also, Zoryn, w o w. Why was he not surprised in the least about this? Smiling wide at her, the Hufflepuff shook his head and sighed.

Firstly, Magical Creatures rarely interested Aaron. Unless there were Runes involved in some way, he couldn't be bothered. But one couldn't just say that... could one? His indifference towards them made him feel like a terrible Hufflepuff sometimes. Only sometimes, though. Actually, you know what he loved?

Honey bees!

But it was wishful thinking that bees would ever be the focus of a lesson here. They weren't magical, and even if he had loads of ideas about how they could be useful in the magical world, it just didn't seem likely. If Quidditch didn't work out for him, he thought he might study them someday. The bees. Being a melittologist could be cool, right? As a future job...

... Oh, the hay!throne was missing. It made Aaron laugh to see Professor Wayland sitting on a regular ol' stack of hay. It made him look smaller somehow. "Were you robbed?" It was asked with a smile as the Fourth Year settled his school bag down beside a wayward hay!seat. Actually, the professor looked a bit... anxious, maybe? Adults always had something going wrong in their lives. That's why growing up was so scary, to be quite honest. Aaron didn't want those types of problems. "I could help you stack some fresh hay for a new one." Maybe that would make the man happier.

Stella bit her lip as she was dressed in casual clothes, she knew about the rules and was nervous she was going to get caught and in trouble for not wearing her uniform. Although now she thought about it, she was quite glad to be out of her uniform even if it was for alittle while. She didn't understand why they always had to wear them, it was quite stupid in her opinion. Although she was a proud Gryffindor Lioness, having a break from her uniform was nice.

Skipping down the sloping lawns she headed towards Care of Magical Creatures deciding nothing could bring her spirit down, she was going to see magical creatures! She wondered if she'll ever see a unicorn or a Hippogriff that would be cool to see! She had a feeling she was going to love this subject!

Walking towards where the class was going to be at, she seen there was quite a bit of people but she was still early. " Good Afternoon Professor Wayland hope you're well."

Seeing Lucas she smiled and waved at him. " Hey Lucas, feels weird to be in normal clothes huh?" she asked him. Well..to her it did, she usually wore sweats when she did S.O.R.E in the mornings which wasn't good for her asthma but anywho...
Seeing Lucas her lion buddy she smiled at him. "Hey are you excited for this class? Wonder what kind of Creatures we'll see!" she said happily. Looking around she seen Prefect Abra and waved at him as well as Derf and waved at him as wll.

Yeah, Archer had absolutely ZERO qualms about not wearing her uniform. Partly because the professor had given them permission and partly because it was a bit of rebellion. So, she had donned a Halloween-themed sweater (orange with a large black cat emblazoned on the front), skinny jeans and a pair of black combat boots before making her way out to the barn for the lesson.

"Hello, professor," she greeted cheerfully, plopping down on a hay bale. Was it the fresh air that was making her feel not-so-oppressed or the freedom that came with being able to wear what she chose?

Fidgeting while she walked toward the barn? Yep. It was October and the anxiety that came with her classes hadn’t gotten any better. On the contrary, Wayland telling them to dress comfortable when the rules said they had to be in uniform whenever they were out of their common room was doing terrible things to her nerves that were already set on edge by this new regime. Didn’t matter there was permission from Wayland, the Headmaster gave rules. She would either have to defy him and break the next rule that say there would be zero tolerance for defiance....or defy Wayland who’s instructions said not to wear uniforms.

Either way, someone was going to be mad and she didn’t like the idea of being caught in the middle of that. Consequently, her steps were swift as she left the castle. She prayed the entire walk over that she wouldn’t run into Scrimgeour or his henchman because she’d seen what happened when you followed orders set by someone in charge but wasn’t THE one in charge.

By the time she finally got to the class, her hands were wringing away at the end of her shirt in agitated fashion. Every now and then she looked over her shoulder just to make sure neither man was coming to check on this lesson and see the big pile of defiance gathered.

How was she going to survive the walk back??

“Hey Professor...” She greeted, obviously distracted by her thoughts. Why did classes have to be so nerve wracking this year?? Didn’t even notice the man didn’t have his usual thrown this go around.

Beth didn’t like this rule. Uniforms, they weren’t…y’know ALWAYS the best option especially in a barn…Her uniform shoes had been replaced with a pair of still clean converse trainers…and instead of that itchy uncomfortable skirt she had donned a pair of denim trousers – she had even tossed her uniform skirt OVER the trousers for effect. Really, the girl looked like she had walked out of the nineteen-nineties with everything…she’d even decidedly given herself one of those half-up-half down mini-bun looks. With flowers of course.

Grinning she gave Stella and Lucas a wave each before pausing to give Zoryn an appraising look. ”love what you’ve done with the Sparkle-Troll…you’re owning it” she nodded, meaning every word. Making her way over Beth decidedly sat next to Ewan for what might have been the first time that year.

”Hello Jones,” she smiled ”rebellion suits you,” she smirked giving him a little nod and glanced around at everyone still in their uniforms…really? They were here in uniform did that make sense? Turning around on her bale she smiled over to Stella and Lucas once more ”you two look marvelous in your non-uniforms…really, just brilliant.”

Natasha made her way down to the lesson area. All she had was her uniforms, but instead of robes, she wore a sweater instead. "Hello Professor." she greeted, then took a seat on an empty bale of hay, setting her book bag right at her feet. She vaguely listened to the conversations of her fellow students to get to know them, still too shy to actually talk to them.

So like... this was another lesson that Penny could be excited about for sure. And the fact that they got to wear regular clothes was ALWAYS a plus, ya know! And Penny had taken advantage of that and dressed comfortably in a sweatshirt and skinny jeans with knee boots. Her favorite type of clothes. Casual and it made sense since she was to be working outside. BOOM!

As the Hufflepuff made her way down she couldn't keep the smile off of her face, or the feeling of expectation from her tummy. She knew that not only was she going to be able to see some cool creatures, but also... maybe... if she was lucky, a certain Ravenclaw boy that she had come to fancy. EEEEEEEE! And there he was! Penny waved excitedly as she approached, but made sure to stop by Professor Wayland and offer him a wide grin. "Good day, Professor! I am really lookin' forward to ya class today, sir!" she exclaimed before moving to sit beside BENJI. Her Benji. Yep. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear she nudged him with her shoulder. "Hey. Mind if I sit with ya?" Surely he wouldn't... especially since she was already perched on the bale right beside him and all. Heh.

Juniper was close to just skipping this lesson today. The dillma was quite clear what to wear to the lesson… the new stricter enforced dress code and on the other hand Professor Wayland had said comfortable clothes. And the sixth year was all about comfortable clothes, that wasn’t a secret. She decided on her Ravenclaw long sleeved t shirt, jogging pants, and sneakers. It looked more like the was heading to for her S.O.R.Es that going to class. THE GIRL LOVED COMFY CLOTHES OKAY. She was good as long as the headmaster didn’t show up like in did in muggle studies.

Surely she wasn’t the only one with the same dillma, right?

She headed down to the barn for the lesson. ”Hello Professor Wayland.” She nodded and noticed the lack of the hay throne… Did that have something to do with the new headmaster? Moving to the bales of hay she went to find a hay bale. She waved to Zoryn who in the last year had actually become more of a friend than whatever they were before. Natalie also got a wave.

The Ravenclaw captain found her bestie Chloe and plopped next her on the bale of hay. ”Hello friend!” She smiled at her. Then she turned to Derf when he had said something about the winged horses eating the hay throne. ”Are you sure it wasn’t Scrimgeour who ate it?” Oh Merlin. Now she really hoped that the headmaster didn’t show up like in did in muggle studies. Did spello tape work on peoples mouths? Because she was going to need some for her unfiltered mouth lately.

Bel had found middle ground in that she was wearing comfy, creature suitable clothes under her school robes, which she then took off and stuffed in her bag, exchanging it for her textbook, her gloves, and all the note taking stuff that she'd need. Oh and her wand of course.

"Hello professor!" She greeted cheerfully. If there was any class she was excited for this was definitely the one. Hands on and always a good experience. She sat herself down next to Aaron, grinned cheerfully at him, and plopped her bag down at her feet. Right then.... any guesses what they were learning today? Bel wrapped her Hufflepuff scarf more comfortably around her neck and pulled on her dragonhide gloves, flexing her fingers eagerly.