Claudine still resented Fuller-Thompson for stepping down as Slytherin Head of House well into the term. But as much as she resented that action, she still liked the man, you know. He was one of the best professors that had ever taught her. Maybe she wouldn’t be annoyed at him much longer. Maybe she would- Claudine halted in her tracks outside of the classroom and stared around. First she stared at Fuller-Thompson on the floor then, quickly stepping into the room and taking her time to avoid the mess. She continued staring at the furniture and how out of place they were.

Um...what?

“Professor? Did you injure yourself? Do you need a hand up?’’ Hopefully some other student would come along and help him because Claudine still wasn't comfortable with letting anyone invade her personal space. She was most likely to help right the furniture though… but first, she needed to make sure Fuller-Thompson wasn’t hurt.

Much line Claudine, Aboli, too, had been looking forward to serving as prefect to Fuller-Thompson. HOWEVER, she had eventually made note that it had NOT been him that had chosen her once she had finished reading her little letter when it came over the summer. NO-HO! It had been Recard! She adored Professor/Healer Recard, of course, but she still gave Fuller-Thompson EYES every time she had his class.

Had he noticed yet?

She was about to give him a SIMILIAR look as she entered the classroom on this particular day, but immediately she was distracted by the array of MESS in here! "Professor! Are you all right?" she asked, ALSO stepping closer to him and offering him a hand - she was wearing gloves as usual, of course - and hopefully she'd be able to help him up.

"What happened to this classroom?" Ashley stared. "And also are you good dude?" She would offer to help the professor up, but someone was already doing that. This class looked trashed. "Do you want me to help set the stuff up?" She started to reorder everything. Mostly desks and chairs.

What in the world?!

This was one way to teach cleaning charms. Was that what they were doing? The sight of Professor F-T on the floor said it wasn’t as simple as that and Cecelia sort of just stood there for a moment, looking around at the classroom and thinking it made her messy room at home look pretty good in comparison.

It seemed like Claudine and Aboli had Fuller-Thompson covered, so without asking, Cece starting righting chairs and picking up books as she made her way through the wreckage. ”Probably best we all help,” She responded to the first year, gesturing to the amount of mess there was to clean. Though honestly, magic was going to make this whole straightening up thing much easier.

Violet wandered groggily into the Charms classroom. She was not a morning person, and she had had a rough night, constantly waking up and then thinking about things and unable to go back to sleep.

So she almost ran into the mess that was in the middle of the classroom. Chairs, tables, everything, all piled on top of each other and in disarray. She wondered if this was some new setup for todays lesson until she saw Professor Fuller-Thompson also on the floor and in disarray. No, obviously this wasn't planned; something very odd had happened.

There were already some students helping the professor up, so Violet decided not to crowd in too. Instead, she wandered over to the furniture and began to try to unravel the chaos a little bit, along with a few other students.

Charms class, what a joy to Curtis. Partial sarcasm, cause the class was fine for him to be forced continue his N.E.W.Ts lessons in and his father taught it. He had just about rolled out of bed and got his uniform on (albeit his tie wasn't fastened and part of his shirt was untucked) before making the way to the classroom. Despite his early arrival there already was a group of girls at the open door (no surprise to him) when he could make out the clutter.

"Morning da...." Curtis blinked seeing him on the floor. Weird... usually everything's all tidied up. He saw Claudine, Abby, and others already at his dad's side. Welp, no reason for him to go over there too. He didn't think his dad was that weak to need everyone helping him up. A hint of a frown showed briefly on his face. Was he worried? Or disappointed at what he saw? Not that one had time to notice it before Curtis turned his face to the nearest desk, "Tergeo," Aiming his wand to get rid of some of the dust.

Whoa, was Curtis' dad clumsy or what? Bernie peeked in behind the others, since they'd all arrived at about the same time, and elbowed her way in. "What a mess. What have the house elves been up to?!" Ignoring this room, huh?

Bernie started pushing desks away from the door and then went about making sure each one had a chair to go with it. What. A. Mess!!!

"Wow."

Nem had slipped into the classroom not long after Grantham, taking stock of the classroom and all the helpful little house elves students who had turned up for Charms. But boy, was it a mess in there. "Someone's wrecked your classroom, sir," Nem pointed out, so very helpfully, standing back out of the way for the exact same reason they hadn't stuck their hands into that mysterious chest of gold at the start of term.

Also because they didn't feel like righting Professor Weaksauce's classroom for him.

Phoebe bounced through the door, keen to greet good ol' Professor Cheekbones, only to find him on the floor and the room totally run amuck. Chairs! Desks! Madness! What exactly was happening here?

"Oh, Professor! Does Peeves have a vendetta against you?" She shoved the closest desk with her foot, scooting it generally unto place, and then she leaned over to push it into the right position. It was pretty lame mischief, as far as mischief went. "Should we just put the room to rights?"

Avalon was so busy rifling through a stack of notes that she didn't realize the absolute destruction right in front of her. She had fallen asleep while studying the previous night and awakened to a mess of textbooks and parchment, with only a few minutes to spare before Charms. Scrambling to get to class on time, the Ravenclaw was organizing her papers as she walked. Until she walked straight into an overturned chair, stubbing her toe in the process. "OW!"

Mouth agape, she looked around the room, perplexed. "What in Merlin happened here?" Avalon wondered aloud, immediately stuffing her notes into her bag. Professor Fuller-Thompson on the floor, tables turned upside-down, objects scattered everywhere. It was a strange sight this early in the morning. Avalon bent down to pick up the chair that she had run into. Were they supposed to clean things up, or was this all part of some crazy cleaning charm lesson the professor had planned?

Adam was completely unaware that Piers had tripped and stumbled on his way into the classroom. By the time Adam arrived, a number of people were already there, surrounding him and checking on him and making sure he was ok. Instead, Adam was WAY more focused on all the clutter in the classroom. Surely this was something to do with the lesson? OOOOOH! They were finally going to learn cleaning charms, weren't they?!

"Wow, can't wait to see what you've got planned for us with this big mess, Professor!" Adam said with a grin. What was he doing on the floor? Weird.

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"I'm not helping to get this cleaned up." The Gryffindor First Year made her stance on the matter clear the MOMENT she walked into the Charms classroom and realized that they were either learning a cleaning charm, or someone had decided to mess with the professor. Maybe the second, if the Professor now on the floor was anything to go by.

Emm weaved her way through her classmates until she found the chair she'd claimed for her own all these classes--someone had drawn a unicorn on the seat, making it super easy to recognize. Then she went stepping over or climbing under things until she found her desk. The 11 year old dragged it over to her chair then sat in all the chaos and looked patiently to the Professor. "Hello, Sir."

She was ready for the lesson to begin. Whenever he and everyone else got themselves sorted, they could also be ready.

Valencia made her way to the classroom wondering what the backup and commotion was. But she quickly figured that out as soon as she could see into it.

"This place is a mess." she said with a frown. She carefully stepped over things and around the side, observing the ransacking around her. Was this a lesson on... cleaning?

You know who wasn't tired? Kinsay Cassandra James, resident Gryffindor and morning person. In fact, mornings were her peak time. It's when she got the best work done and was the cheeriest and also when she had the most energy. Her energy battery usually drained quickly throughout the day, so it was probably for the best that Charms had the early slot this year. It meant Professor Fuller-Thompson could always see her at her best!

.... Which to be fair, wasn't all that good. Spells were really hard and it hadn't helped that in the MOST vital week of her learning career she had been wandless. Everything since then has been an attempt at catching up. It made her sad, so they weren't going to talk about it, okay? Thanks.

"Hi," she stepped into the room, but stopped almost immediately. Kizzy needed a moment to take it all in. Everything was overwhelming. Especially their classroom. It looked like the Muggle Studies classroom after the lesson about trash. With that in mind, Kinsay practiced precaution as she weaved her way through the chaotic classroom to find her desk. Hers was easy to find because it was the one next to Emm's. With her desk (though upside-down) located, but she next made the trek to drag a chair across the room.

Only after she was properly (not properly) sitting with her feet on the seat and her bum balanced on the back of the chair, she raised her hand. "Professor? Are we declaring anarchy? Because I need to be on Emmerson's team. It's the rules." If he didn't believe her, she could probably get a Healer's note from Professor Recard that said so. She'd understand.

Yawning tiredly as he entered the charms classroom it took Cole a few moments to take in the state of the classroom, and Professor Fuller-Thompson on the floor. Yikes, what happened here? The classroom was a right mess with chairs, desks and books strewn about upside down and sideways and just not how it should be at all. Pulling up his sleeves on his robes Cole got started on pushing desks back and righting chairs as he navigated himself closer to the professor’s side. Claudine, Aboli and Ashley we’re already offering the professor a hand up but Cole figured it was good to be close if some extra guy power was needed. "Sir, who has gone berserk in your classroom? It was Peeves surely, and not a student right?" It’d be easier to understand if it was just another Peeves prank. Pushing back a couple of desks and straightening a few more chairs back on their legs with sheer use of force. He’d use magic but Cole didn’t want to accidentally hit a fellow student.

Valentina yawned as she dragged herself to charms, wishing she’d gotten something to eat because she was so hungry. But it was her fault for oversleeping.. she’d slept really late the night before, doing her homework because she did enjoy getting things done in the last minute.

..... BLINK blink. What was... happening?? Professor was on the floor, the classroom looked disordered, everyone looked confused... UHM?? Her eyes wide, she slowly made her way over to an empty chair and sat down. Did they have to clean this mess up? Because that would be terribly boring!! She carefully set her bag down and looked expectantly at the professor, her tummy grumbling a bit. SIGH.

It was a typical morning on what Naya assumed would be a typical day. She entered the Charms classroom saying, “Good Morning Prof......” Oh!. This was not typical. The room was a mess. Everything was helter skelter and Naya couldn’t imagine why. Seeing Cole moving desks and chairs, she walked over to him. “Hey Cole, what happened here?”

In the meantime, Naya started helping the rest of her classmates in putting the room back in order. She started by turning some desks right side up again. This was crazy.......and yet, this was Hogwarts so.........nothing should surprise her.

Heath enjoyed charms class a lot more now that his spellwork was improving. He wandered down the hall and into the classroom, wondering what today’s lesson would have in store. “Good morning, Profes-” he began, but his voice trailed off as he noticed the man on the floor and several people crowded around him. “Slurping sarlaccs, what happened here?!” He was so distracted by the chaotic scene in front of him that he didn’t realize he made a reference nobody would understand until after he’d spoken.

His dark eyes darted around the room in search of something to distract himself from his blunder, and it was only then that he saw the full scope of the damage… desks sideways, chairs overturned, books littering the floor. “I’ll, uh… get the books,” he mumbled to no one in particular; it seemed the thing to do, since several other students were already straightening the desks and chairs.

Drawing his wand, he began levitating books off the floor and back into their place. This was charms class, so he might as well practice his spells while he tidied up. That, and one could never be too careful in this school! This mess was probably nothing - an introduction to a lesson on cleaning or maybe Peeves or a student playing a prank - but just in case this was something more sinister, he didn’t want to risk getting possessed, cursed, or Merlin knows what else by touching something!

Crimalla stood nervously at the back of the crowd of concerned and confused students arriving to class. There were chairs thrown about everywhere, and from snippets of exclamations, she could tell that some sort of accident involving the professor had happened. Crimalla just stood there waiting for a cue on what she should do. She was just a first year, and surely her older peers were much better at healing magic and helping the professor with whatever had happened.

Having finally located her missing wand after it went missing, Ivy hurried to Charms hoping she wasn’t late. When she got to the doorway, she noticed there seemed to be a pile up in the entrance to the classroom. Standing on her tiptoes, she tried to peer around the other students to see what was happening. She could hear a lot commotion on the other side like someone was scooting furniture around.

Being small, she squeezed between the gaps people had left and finally made it through the crowd to see what was happening. ”Oh goodness...” she whispered. what was it Mamie had said in Divination? Unexpected things always happen at Hogwarts? Maybe this was one of those unexpected things. Based on the Professor’s position on the floor, she didn’t think the mess had been intentional. ”Professor... what happened? Who would do this?” she asked, concern in her face as she picked a damaged book up off the floor and showed it to him.

Charms was actually a subject that Josh performed decently - probably because he was just SOooOOooOoo charming.

Har har .... har. A boy could dream.

He was rather eager to get to class today only to find that there was a crowd at the entrance to the classroom. Slowly his sprint to a stroll, the sixth year cautiously approached the group of his peers and overheard something about a mess, accusations towards Peeves, and something about the professor going berserk? Whatever it was, chaos had already struck and the lesson had not yet even begun!

"Whatever happened here I just want to go on record saying that I didn't do it," he decided to point out with a wave of the arm and twirl of the finger. "It was just the one time!"

Gemma was ready for class, she enjoyed charms and couldn't wait to learn all the things they would learn today. Bouncing her way to class she stopped at the door hearing everyone else she peered around the corner. "Woo" What happened in here. Then she saw it, she saw Curtis with his wand.

"Morning Professor, if you are redecorating maybe you could ask mum for some help." Serioulsy Uncle Piers probably could use some help by the looks of this place, but she really didn't think he was redecorating. Moving closer to Curtis she nudged him, "Dude, if you are going to mess up parent rooms let me in on it. We could do mum's next."

Yoooooooooooooooooooooo.

There was some STRAIGHT UP ANARCHY happening in Charms today. Kale felt his bones rattle. He was curious and a little excited. Was Charms today going to be some kind of event? Like jumping over all the things and using the piles as shelter?? He had questions.

But, first, he addressed Fuller-Thompson with a grin, "Morning Professor." He waited all of two seconds before he asked his follow-up. "Is there some kind of scavenger hunt today?"

"Good morning, Pro-" Mamie froze in the doorway of Charms class, midway through her greeting. What had happened? Was she late? Maybe they'd already started class and there was an accident? As she stood there for a moment, though, she realized that was not the case and that maybe she should help straighten up the classroom so that they could start.

Yep, she should help.

Mamie headed straight for one of the chairs that was on top of a desk and moved to pull it down without the chair falling on her. Putting desks and chairs back was much more exciting than picking up books from the floor, right? Wrestling with the chair, she managed to get it off the desk and onto the floor with a loud thud. Mayyybe she should switch to helping pick up the scattered books...that were more her size....