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Heath was neither tired nor bouncing-off-the-walls hyper as he made his way to the DADA classroom. It was the first lesson of a new term, and this year, the Ravenclaw was determined not to give the headmaster reason to dislike him! Despite being lowkey afraid of the man, Heath held his head high as he entered the room. He expected the room to offer some sort of hint to the lesson’s subject, but all he saw were rows of desks. The normal classroom setting did not make him let his guard down, however. Just because things looked normal didn’t mean they were; two terms at Hogwarts had taught him that! Heath started to greet the headmaster but stopped himself as he read the writing on the board. Were greetings considered “unnecessary and incessant chatter”? He wasn’t willing to risk it, and besides, the man seemed awfully lost in thought. Not wanting to disturb him (or get into trouble), Heath gave the headmaster a polite nod of acknowledgement as he went to find a seat. As if on autopilot, he beelined for Claudine, nodding in silent greeting to her as he approached. He would’ve taken the seat next to her, but he saw someone else (Nem) was already there. Instead, he settled for the seat behind her and began to neatly arrange his supplies on the desk in front of him. |
Yikes, who had done something to ruffle Headmaster Trent's feathers on the first morning of classes? The message on the board wasn't exactly inspiring, just harsh, and felt like a warning to keep away from all mischief. Cole looked down at his Gryffindor uniform, very thankfull that it was spotless as he quietly made his way into the classroom. He was going to do his best to not make the headman even more grumpy this morning. "Good morning Headmaster Trent!"Cole greeted politely and respectfully as he passed headmaster Trent on his way to find a seat. He was tempted to sit by Heath, but he didn’t want to sit so near Claudine so he chose the safe card. Slipping down in the empty seat next his girlfriend Cole mouthed almost inaudibly to her. "Morning Naya…" |
Eight in the morning was early. But not to early for one, Lukas Donovan. The twelve year old had been up for awhile now and was indeed very well rested. Some might even say that he was, bright-eyed and bushy tailed this morning. He was ready for whatever the world choose to toss his way. Which just so happened to be DADA first thing. Nothing wrong with that. He could handle it. Even the message on the blackboard that had caught his eye upon entering the room wasn't a big deal. They weren't supposed to talk much, okay. It was fine. "Good morning, Headmaster," Lukas greeted quietly, scanning the room quickly for a place to sit. Not seeing his sister or Kat yet, he slipped into the first empty seat he came across. One by one, he lined up his things on the desk. |
SPOILER!!: Replies Was that the last of them then? The Headmaster watched the door, in case there were any stragglers before looking to the clock again. 8 sharp, that was when he intended to begin. The man eased away from the window as the door slammed shut, moving over to his desk at the front of the classroom. "Welcome to Defense Against the Darks Arts. For those of you who hadn't bothered to pay attention, I am Headmaster Trent. You will address me as such, however within the setting of classes, you may use "professor" instead. I don't tolerate unnecessary chatter and you will not waste my time using this lesson for your social gatherings. I am here to teach and you are here to learn. Nothing less, nothing more. For some, I see the message on the board was too complicated. Let me make it clearer. Unless I've asked a question or you're telling me "good morning" there's absolutely no reason for you to speak." Did he need to repeat that? His impression of them left little confidence in their ability to listen and follow directives. It would be a long term for them if such a trend continued. "I don't mean to start us off on easy footing but humour me for a moment while I ask. I am your headmaster. What does that mean to you?" He leaned against the table, sweeping over the lot of them with a level look. There was only one answer that would be accepted. Let's see who would figure it out. OOC: Hey everyone! It's a bit early but I gotta get some other things done today so the lesson has officially begun! Feel free to jump in, just pretend you've been there the whole time--or be late lol but the door is shut so your charrie can't simply walk in if that's what you decide. I'll move us again in about 24-28 hrs. |
Claudine clenched her jaws angrily as Trent rebuked her for greeting Nem. She didn’t even try to hide how she felt for she glared at him. Well, it was more like she glared at his stupid nose. It was all coming back to her now, how she had realised early during last term after that lesson at the Lake with the ‘Kelpies’ how much she had started to hate Trent and his uptight ways. How she had come to hate his lessons and dread every single one of them. What did it matter if she said a simple two words to Nem when there were others {like Grantham and Yoon over there} whispering their lives away? Forcefully, Claudine lowered her gaze to her desk. In an attempt to calm down, the girl tried to think of the barn and the creatures that lived there. It was her happy place and focusing on it made her feel slightly better. Claudine went about finishing getting her writing materials, looking up at intervals as others trickled in. Heath’s presence instantly helped too and she gave him a smile, even if it was a forced one. Even Aboli got a half hearted wave in reply. For the duration until the start of the lesson, this Snakette avoided looking at Trent. Even as things got started, it was found that she preferred to keep her eyes focused on the desk and on her belongings. Was being a Headmaster finally getting to his head? Because Trent was sounding sort of stuck up. Also, what sort of a question was that? Claudine could think of a few answers like: it meant that Trent thought it gave him a free pass to constantly rebuke them, except a select few or it meant that he could instill fear in the younger students. Claudine said none of this out loud though the temptation was so real. No, she’d be quiet for now and see what the others thought. She couldn’t wait to hear the replies that came from the students who wanted to suck up to Trent. |
Wow, Kale's dad was in a REALLY bad mood today, wasn't he? Bernie tilted her head at him sympathetically, though, because he was the Headmaster and he was like her school dad basically, and her head of house, and even though he was grumpy and mean sometimes and had grounded her to her dorm for like an entire year, he was still GOOD and KIND and had lots to teach them. She believed in him! She was sure he'd be less grumpy if he just ate a Snickers and/or that apple she'd put on his desk for him. So. Bernie blinked a few times at his warning about chatter, but didn't think much else of how grumpily he started class. Instead, she tried to think of a good answer for his first question, and eventually popped her hand in the air. "Well, sir, being the Headmaster means you're in charge of Hogwarts, our school, and I know from my...er, past...transgressions?" Had she used that word correctly? She was, of course, referring to that time in the Forbidden Forest and the duelling arena and that detention for riding the first-year boats and the suspension for pointing her wand at the Headmistress of Beauxbatons and uh whatever else she was forgetting.... "---and our past conversations that you only want what's best for us, and that you're trying to teach us to think before we act, and trying your best to keep us safe. So you do that as Headmaster AND as the Defense professor. You keep us safe and try to teach us to make good decisions. That's what YOU being Headmaster means to me." There, that was a good answer. Bernie nodded and wiggled in her seat a little, pleased with herself. |
Ashley was very annoyed. She was barely talking, and she hadn't even started the conversation. She didn't complain though, because she wasn't about to throw the other girl under the bus, so to speak. She rolled her eyes. This teacher was clearly angry. She decided she didn't like him and his ridiculous rules at all. She drew angry red flowers on her arm. They weren't very good, but it was okay because they were angry flowers. This was not a good start to school. Unnecessary chatter huh? Well from now on saying hello to the teacher was now unnecessary in her book. Ashley smirked and switched to writing "chatter" on her arm in fancy cursive repetitively. To her a 'headmaster' meant unnecessary authority, but she kept that thought to herself. She looked up calmly. "It means you're in charge." |
Ugh. Torin almost forgot how frustrating Headmaster Trent could be. He must have a wand somewhere uncomfortable with how uptight he can be. Torin tried not to snort too loudly as Bernie sucked up to the Headmaster. He personally couldn't be bothered. Trent just wanted them to submit to his authority or inflate his ego. That's not what he's here for. He just wants to get on with the lesson. Looking over at Nem he just rolled his eyes. |
Tom looked at the headmaster and his eyes went wide, was he testing them with this question. He could say anything but in the end he decided to play it safe. He raised his hand. "Headmaster it means that you are the boss and that you have the authority to do anything you want in the school" Tom was sure that was right. |
Yiiiiiikes. The fact that Cecelia wasn’t even getting a smile from the head-man meant that he was seriously in a mood and the small blonde was majorly doubting her cute factor because normally that would help in a situation like this. She was actually going to really have to behave and be careful this lesson, it seemed. No funny business. No way. ”Being headmaster means you’re like the captain of our team.” Cecelia played quidditch, so thinking of it like this made the most sense to her. ”You call the shots, make game time decisions, and mostly you hope we win, but you’ll still support us even when we lose.” She nodded solemnly and then tried for another smile because she just couldn’t help it, okay? She felt kind of crummy that Trent wasn’t currently living his best life. |
Headmaster Trent must have had a worse night's sleep than he had, and Coby thought that was really saying something. He had been tossing and turning until one in the morning. Wary of getting barked at, the fourteen year old sat very very still, with his eyes looking straight ahead and a blank expression on his face. That was a nice piece of wall. Very nice. Eventually class started and Coby was very thankful to be able to pull away his gaze from the wall. It was a very dull wall, all in all. The headmaster's question threw him, and Coby had to think for a moment. It meant many things? Running a whole school must be very complicated. His hand took a few moments to rise, but when it did it rose confidently. "You have the final say, Headmaster." On punishments and detentions and general school happenings, Headmaster Trent alone had power to give the final word. Coby suddenly decided he should be a little more sympathetic to Trent's plight, even if his fear of his teacher grew a little more. Whatever his reasons for being extra hard on them on the first day of school, they were probably valid and Coby couldn't judge him. Still. This was a weird first question. |
Sophie was stunned. She'd lost 5 points right off the bat?! Glancing to her side, she gave Ashley a silent yet apologetic look. She couldn't believe the Headmaster was so strict. Yes, she had approved of the rule but she hadn't realized just how inflexible it would be. Face burning with shame, Sophie stared at the desk in front of her. Losing points was simply unacceptable to her. She vowed to do better. As the Headmaster asked his question, she turned to look at him with what she hoped was a very attentive, focused look. "As Headmaster, you are the leader of our school, sir," said Sophie, her voice only shaking a bit. "Being a leader means being strong and setting a good example for others to follow." |
Kinsay had her hand raised for a long time. A really, really, REALLY long time. So long that her arm started aching and she had to throw her OTHER hand into the air to swap it out. Because she STILL had a question and even though he was looking at her, he technically never said she could ask her question. This went on for a terribly long time (not that long, but it FELT like forever), so maybe Professor Trent didn’t see her hand and only saw her face. Because Kinsay James is a finder of solutions, she wiggled her hand this way and that and bounced up and down on the chair that she still wasn’t properly sat in. So helpful. She still had her hand raised as he greeted the rest of the students who trickled in after her. She still had her hand raised as he began speaking. And she still had her hand raised as he asked HIS question. But Kinsay had a question too!!!!! The first year was growing EXASPERATED! She couldn’t wait any longer! She NEEDED to ask her question! She— Oh. It was her turn now. ”It means you’ll protect us so we won’t die?” Because Headmaster Trent was the boss of Hogwarts, just like mummy was the boss of home. And protecting is what mum’s did best. Also. She still had her hand raised because she still had a question. ”What does incessant mean?” |
Sheeeeesh. Avalon was used to Trent being in a bad mood, but he seemed particularly irritable today. Why was he running the classroom like it was Azkaban? Was it really so bad to chat quietly before class started? Maybe he was just putting on an extra intimidating act to scare the first years. Avalon didn't want to take any chances though, so even though she was grateful to have Aboli next to her to endure whatever this class would entail, she settled for a small wave toward her fellow prefect. And what kind of first question was that? As far as Avalon was concerned, it was self-explanatory what being the Headmaster meant. What a strange way to start a lesson. "It means that you're in charge,"the Ravenclaw said plainly after raising her hand. Hence the suffix master. "You make the rules and all the big decisions. And since you're the authority, we try to follow your lead." And it was true. Avalon tried to follow Trent's example for the most part, by practicing "constant vigilance" and trying to keep the castle safe. Although following his lead - for her at least - didn't include being so curmudgeonly. It occurred to her that Trent was probably looking for something much deeper than the answer she gave, but Avalon honestly had no clue where this question (or lesson) was heading. |
>;3 Curtis was smiling, yes, smiling. His chin rested on his palm as he stared at the Headmaster who was visibly upset. It looks he decided to show his true colors, he disliked kids and seeing him unable to stay calm made Curtis grin. Well, well... He couldn't quite explain it but seeing an adult get so easily agitated made him feel relieved and satisfied. So the Professor asked them a question? Did he want full honesty? Would he take points from him for answering a question? He didn't have to ask to know this, but he wanted to confirm his thoughts, you know. Raising his hand, "You being our Headmaster means you hold the most power and aren't going to share it," Oh don't worry, Curtis had dropped his smile before he answered, "Anyone challenging you deserves the most punishment... Oh, and you have to look out for everyone too, I'd guess for appearances." There he said his thing. |
Adam's bright blue eyes widened as Trent began the lesson - and it was NOT what he had been expecting for his very first day of classes. Were they all in trouble or something?? Or was Trent just a big grump in the morning? Surely he couldn't be THAT upset because that one Gryffindor kid had lost points already? The one who...he was pretty sure was related to him, right? Realizing that his thoughts were headed off in the wrong direction again, he turned back to the Headmaster and gave him a grin anyways, hoping that his enthusiasm would rub off on him! He raised his hand. "Being headmaster means you're in charge of the school - from the students to the professors and everything in between," he explained. BOOM. Yup. Nailed it. |
The Headmaster was broken. It was subtle, but there was this way he looked at them, stoic and exasperated and just a bit fond, that was missing from his expression. He didn't look at them with any fondness, and the exasperation was more like he was just absolutely done with them. And class had only just started. Phoebe gave him a direct nose wrinkle, although she paused long enough to be pleased that Kizzy hadn't embarrassed herself. It was so easy to run afoul of the staff at this place. "Sir, being Headmaster means that you want the best for us and will do what it takes to make sure that happens, even if we don't like it. Maybe especially if we don't like it." |
Kennedi had been aware the Hogwarts Headmaster would be one of her professors...yet, it was weird actually living it. The STRANGEST part of it was that she got ‘dad’ vibes from him. He reminded her of her dad when he was interacting with his employees. When he was with family and/or her, he was more loveable, but when it was business, well...it was this. Kennedi wondered if that was the case with the headmaster. Was he loveable, too? With a shrug to herself, her stormy blue eyes landed on person to person as they volunteered their answer. It souuuuunded a lot like sucking up to him. Then again, the question sort of warranted that. Was the headmaster establishing dominance? Her eyes drifted back to him, eyes slightly narrowed, studying. Once again the question popped up; was he loveable? Hmmm. Was she supposed to answer? Okaaaay. Her hand was about to go up when someone said something 99% similar to what she was going to, so her hand went back down. Nope. |
Valentina was very confused by this question??? What did this have anything to do with the subject? She frowned but raised her hand immediately, like all the other students around her because she didn’t want to be the only one not answering.. even if she didn’t exactly have an answer. PAUSE. “Uhhhh.. it means that you are responsible for this school and the way it runs.” She was very proud of her response because that made complete sense yes?? |
Mamie was unfazed by the seemingly grumpy professor/headmaster. Her Muggle teachers had the same expectations- class time was for learning, socializing was for lunchtime or after classes ended. What did being headmaster mean? Well that was an easy one! You didn't have to know any magic to answer this question. Mamie raised her hand. "It means you're responsible for us," she said confidently. "Our education and our safety and h-how the school looks to our parents and the world." |
Headsman seemed almost surprised. Nem had expected exasperation, but they'd take incredulity. In lieu of replying verbally, they saluted, all serious business over here. Someone had clearly got up on the wrong side of the chopping block today. Wasn't it great? Unperturbed by Mr Grumpy Gills over there, Nem grabbed some parchment from their bag, certain they wouldn't need it, plus a quill and pot of scarlet ink, then spent the next few minutes watching kids wander into the classroom. Rider-Mae of the unfortunate name designation got a casual wave in return, and Murphy a nod. Blaze too, even as Trentula got his wand in a knot again about her greeting. He really was in a mood, huh? Nem caught Murphy's eye just in time to raise their eyebrows back in response, then looked back to Trent, leaning back in their chair, watching, and waiting for class to start. In all honestly, Trent being headmaster - anyone being headmaster - meant little and less to Nemesis Upstead. Nothing at all, specifically. But that was the stupid answer, so when they raised their hand, they had another for him. "Means you're the Headsman. He who gives people the chop." Expelling students. Firing staff. It wasn't a difficult metaphor and he was a moderately intelligent individual. He'd work it out. "Guy with the power." Technically. Officially. Debatably. |
Kale was glad his father was not in the mood to endure talking. It suited the fourth year fine. As he had nothing, REPEAT NOTHING, to say to the man. Especially after last night. Daddie who? The Headmaster was a jerk. And apparently he was really committing to jerk-dom big time this term. Extra extra, folks! The Headmaster was married to being a jerk and not his mother like he had spent his whole childhood assuming. What-ever. School!Daddie was the W O R S T. This attitude didn’t surprise Kale one bit. So, he didn’t greet him when he entered the room at the top of the lesson, and he didn’t look at him now. But still. His question niggled at him. What did him being Headmaster mean to Kale? Oh-ho-HO, he could write a book. Entitled: My Father Hates Me For Some Reason When All I Am Is Cute AND I Know I’m Cute For Real Cuz My Mother Says So. That was the title. The snark rose in the fourteen year old. It crested like an ill-mannered wave. Teenager mode activated. He raised his hand and said, bone dry, “It means for some reason you, like, suddenly hate being my father.” |
Naya’s mood improved tremendously when Cole sat down next to her. She was about to respond to his greeting very quietly, when the Headmaster began to speak. Giving Cole a wink, she turned her attention to Professor Headmaster. Sheeeesh. Somebody was Mr. Grumpypants this morning. Naya wondered what was up with him. He was not usually this.......harsh......at least not right off the bat anyway. The question he asked was interesting. What did him being the headmaster mean to her? As her classmates began to give their answers, Naya thought about it. Their answers were true, but she couldn’t help but think he was after something more. Deciding to have a go at it, she raised her hand. “It means that because you are in charge at Hogwarts, you are responsible for all of us. Soooo, you want us to be responsible, make good choices, use common sense and protect ourselves.” You know basically, don’t die and allow him to keep his job as Headmaster. Sure, her answer was a stretch, but she was trying to connect her answer with Defense Against the Dark Arts. |
Eron kept quiet in his seat and waited for the class to start. The man spooked Eron a lot, must be because he's the headmaster and also he hates noisy kids in his classroom so he best behave. No shenanigans. Especially today he seems to be in a 'mood'. Eron straightened his back as soon as Headmaster Trent spoke up. "Being headmaster means you're responsible with almost everything that happens in school, from school activities to teachers and students, to our safety and disciplinary actions" the seventh year answered after raising his hand. He was close to saying 'big boss' but decided to rephrase it instead. 'Big boss' although amusing |
Minjae was usually not the observant type but even he noticed the subtle changes in the Headmaster's personality. He seemed like he was tired of them all, especially the ones who continued to break the rules. But why now? He doubted it was because they ignored the rules of not chatting or even about what had happened at the Gryffindor table during the feast. The first question was not what he had expected and it sounded like he wanted a confirmation to him. Anyways, the Hufflepuff raised his right arm and waited until he was called. "It means to me that you have the final say" he said. A short yet reasonable answer. |
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