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  1. Harvey’s eyes were locked on the window, gazing blankly at the falling snow. January. The month held little significance for Harvey aside from the obvious “back to school blues.” Those hadn’t used to be a problem for him either since the fifth year did genuinely love his time at Hogwarts. This time though, his school duties were looming more ominously than usual. There were several textbooks open in front of him, a full pot of ink, and enough parchment to write a novel. Yet his eyes wouldn’t move from the window. Finals were important this year - only half a year away. Many of his fellow students had been studying since day one. But ever the procrastinator, Harvey had been putting it off. He wished Edwin were here with him (though were that the case he definitely wouldn’t be getting anything done.) His best friend was as just as much a slacker as he was though, so he knew the man would scoff at the suggestion of a study session. Any other year and Harvey would have too. This time though, he was genuinely worried. He didn’t like admitting it, but he liked being at the top of his classes. He’d always been the type to breeze by with no actual effort. It would be foolish to try and pass the fifth year the same way though, and much as he acted like it sometimes, Harvey Prewitt was no fool. So here he was alone, trying desperately to get into study mode. But it was just… so… boring… He groaned, leaning back in the comfy chair. Textbook learning was really hard for him. He looked over the formal text, but though it met his eyes and he comprehended the words, the knowledge just wouldn’t stick around. Even the slow-falling January snow was far more entertaining. Perhaps he just needed a break. He stood up and stretched, yawning loudly. He shouldn't have of course, but he secretly hoped someone or something would come in to the common room to distract him.
  2. Maeve Johnson

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    One of the many perks to working at the school, rather than being a student, is that one is no longer required to wear the uniforms. That being said, Mae did not feel it was in anyone's best interest for her to flaunt this luxury in front of her students. Instead she opted for simple black robes, much like she had wore when she was a student. The only embellishment she allowed herself was a navy silk ascot which she tied so that the bow was tilted to her left side. At the front of the dungeon classroom she wheeled up a chalkboard. Upon it she scrawled: First Year Transfiguration Class Agenda Avifors Classroom Activity As she finished writing the last words, she turned back to face the room. Where on earth will they sit? She thought to herself. "Accio stools!" she called. And from somewhere in one of the storerooms stools entered the classroom and stacked themselves in front of her. "Locomotor Stools!" and with a few flicks of her wand the stools were in their proper places next to the tables. Smiling to herself, she sat on the desk. Showtime!
  3. One of the many perks to working at the school, rather than being a student, is that one is no longer required to wear the uniforms. That being said, Mae did not feel it was in anyone's best interest for her to flaunt this luxury in front of her students. Instead she opted for simple black robes, much like she had wore when she was a student. The only embellishment she allowed herself was a navy silk ascot which she tied so that the bow was tilted to her left side. At the front of the dungeon classroom she wheeled up a chalkboard. Upon it she scrawled: Fourth Year Transfiguration Class Agenda Vanishing Spells Classroom Activity As she finished writing the last words, she turned back to face the room. Where on earth will they sit? She thought to herself. "Accio stools!" she called. And from somewhere in one of the storerooms stools entered the classroom and stacked themselves in front of her. "Locomotor Stools!" and with a few flicks of her wand the stools were in their proper places next to the tables. Smiling to herself, she sat on the desk. Showtime!
  4. One of the many perks to working at the school, rather than being a student, is that one is no longer required to wear the uniforms. That being said, Mae did not feel it was in anyone's best interest for her to flaunt this luxury in front of her students. Instead she opted for simple black robes, much like she had wore when she was a student. The only embellishment she allowed herself was a navy silk ascot which she tied so that the bow was tilted to her left side. At the front of the dungeon classroom she wheeled up a chalkboard. Upon it she scrawled: Fourth Year Transfiguration Class Agenda Vanishing Spells Classroom Activity As she finished writing the last words, she turned back to face the room. Where on earth will they sit? She thought to herself. "Accio stools!" she called. And from somewhere in one of the storerooms stools entered the classroom and stacked themselves in front of her. "Locomotor Stools!" and with a few flicks of her wand the stools were in their proper places next to the tables. Smiling to herself, she sat on the desk. Showtime!
  5. Maeve Johnson

    Ready to Archive

    One of the many perks to working at the school, rather than being a student, is that one is no longer required to wear the uniforms. That being said, Mae did not feel it was in anyone's best interest for her to flaunt this luxury in front of her students. Instead she opted for simple black robes, much like she had wore when she was a student. The only embellishment she allowed herself was a navy silk ascot which she tied so that the bow was tilted to her left side. At the front of the dungeon classroom she wheeled up a chalkboard. Upon it she scrawled: First Year Transfiguration Class Agenda Avifors Classroom Activity As she finished writing the last words, she turned back to face the room. Where on earth will they sit? She thought to herself. "Accio stools!" she called. And from somewhere in one of the storerooms stools entered the classroom and stacked themselves in front of her. "Locomotor Stools!" and with a few flicks of her wand the stools were in their proper places next to the tables. Smiling to herself, she sat on the desk. Showtime!
  6. Adrian Wolfe

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    Professor Wolfe stood atop the West Tower, rubbing the final vestiges of sleep from his eyes. Morning classes had never been a successful venture for him even in his own school days. Children needed their sleep after all… as did grouchy old professors. Of course “grouchy” and “old” were not words that had ever been applied to the former Quidditch star. But “jubilant professor in his mid-twenties” would doubtfully elicit the same sympathy when it came to lack of sleep. Though to any onlookers (not that there were any so far up) the figure on the roof would have looked anything but tired. His hands were shaking, his eyes darting back and forth across the field below. Any moment now the first students of the year would pour out of the castle. Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws this time around. He hadn't met either of the groups yet, but as a rule he was rather fond of Hufflepuffs. Their hard-working attitudes stood out to him as a definite boon in the course. As for the Ravenclaws, he never knew what to expect with that bunch. They were brilliant, or at the very least determined, but their sporting (and flying) abilities varied greatly. Of course, these were only initial thoughts based on previous classes, For all he knew, this year's batch would be entirely different. He wouldn’t have much more time to wonder about it though, as the class filed out onto the grass. From his perch they looked like little insects running about in their black robes. A wily grin broke out on his face as he watched them look about, then back at each other. The group whispered amongst themselves, obviously confused as to just where their teacher was. Wolfe laughed under his breath. This was going to be so much fun. The young professor mounted his broom and launched himself from the tower in a single smooth motion. His hand ached a bit as he clenched the front of his broom, but he had long ago learned to compensate for it’s occasional twitch or shake. Ah... the rush of flying! The professor’s smile grew wider. He made a wide arc over the training field, waving to get the attention of his students. They met his gaze with bewildered stares, quite common in first-years, especially on their first day. He decided to do a bit of showing off. Leaning to one side, he rolled in the air, then pulled up into a backwards loop. He then stood atop the device, balancing himself as it continued to zoom across the field. The former celebrity waved and grinned with all the charm he’d once used for the cameras. His eyes were locked on the shocked group of students, while his broom headed straight for a large tree. Now, it is important to note that Professor Wolfe knew of the existence of this tree. And the students, of course, could see it quite clearly. Yet as he faced away from it, the children did not know that he knew - and this would be their first lesson. So he feigned ignorance, grinning his goofy grin as his ride sped toward an inevitable crash. “Professor, look out!” “The tree!” “Professor Wolfe!” A few quick-minded students had realized what was about to happen, and were calling out to him fervently. Their words would reach him too late though - or would have had he not known what he was doing. The man vanished into the branches of the tree within moments, letting out a cry of false surprise. Hidden by branches, he pulled up the end of his broom before it got itself tangled or broken. He descended behind the trunk. Then with a flourish and a ridiculous grin he emerged unharmed into view. “First rule of flying!” he barked at the stunned crowd of eleven-year-olds. “Always be aware of your surroundings!” As he approached, his tone softened a bit. He’d thought it would be a great way to teach a lesson they wouldn’t soon forget, but the genuine look of concern on a few of their faces made him falter. “I’m perfectly all right of course,” he reassured them. Though he did have to hide a slight wince while pain shot through his wrist. That sort of stunt work wasn’t as easy for him as he tried to make it look. His face quickly returned to normal though, as he strived to keep the momentum going. “Who can tell me why the first rule is so important?” A hand shot into the air, one of the Ravenclaw boys. Wolfe pointed to him dramatically. “So we don’t run into trees, Professor?” He said it with a sly glint in his eyes. The message had obviously hit home. “Precisely!” he continued, apparently oblivious to the giggles resonating through the group. “Trees, birds, buildings… and most importantly, other flyers. Awareness is the absolute key to flying safely. Distracted flying is the number one cause of crashes, you know! Now...” he winked at the group. “I’m sure you’re all eager to take to the skies, eh?" The kids nodded and murmured with excitement. Now that they were sufficiently awake, the idea of flight did seem to stir up excitement in many of them. Professor Wolfe continued on. “Lay your brooms gently on the ground and stand beside them. Remember, these brooms are your lifelines when you’re in the air. Treat them with respect! Now, picture in your mind the broom lifting up into your hand and say ‘UP!’" In-Class Assignment (Bonus!) (Answer these questions in your RP for house points!) Please describe in your own words: What is the first rule of Flying, and why is it so important? What is your character’s prior experience with flying (if any)? Describe your character’s attempt to summon their broom for the first time. Feel free to interact with other students based on their responses. No double-posting please! Wait for at least one other student to respond before making your next response. Professor Wolfe will be posting once per week, so everyone will have the opportunity to make at least three replies. All answers should be written in-character, and roleplay responses to other's answers are encouraged. For grading information, refer to the "About this Class" post in the course shell. Attendance and Post Count (Students who do not post will be considered Absent) Hufflepuff Ravenclaw
  7. Adrian Wolfe

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    Professor Wolfe stood atop the West Tower, rubbing the final vestiges of sleep from his eyes. Morning classes had never been a successful venture for him even in his own school days. Children needed their sleep after all… as did grouchy old professors. Of course “grouchy” and “old” were not words that had ever been applied to the former Quidditch star. But “jubilant professor in his mid-twenties” would doubtfully elicit the same sympathy when it came to lack of sleep. Though to any onlookers (not that there were any so far up) the figure on the roof would have looked anything but tired. His hands were shaking, his eyes darting back and forth across the field below. Any moment now the first students of the year would pour out of the castle. Slytherins and Gryffindors this time around. He would already know the first-year Gryffs of course, though he was determined not to give them any special treatment in class. As for the Slytherins, he never knew what to expect with that bunch. Some of his best students the previous year had been Slytherins. Some of the biggest troublemakers too. He wouldn’t have much more time to wonder about it though, as the class filed out onto the grass. From his perch they looked like little insects running about in their black robes. A wily grin broke out on his face as he watched them look about, then back at each other. The group whispered amongst themselves, obviously confused as to just where their teacher was. Wolfe laughed under his breath. This was going to be so much fun. The young professor mounted his broom and launched himself from the tower in a single smooth motion. His hand ached a bit as he clenched the front of his broom, but he had long ago learned to compensate for it’s occasional twitch or shake. Ah... the rush of flying! The professor’s smile grew wider. He made a wide arc over the training field, waving to get the attention of his students. They met his gaze with bewildered stares, quite common in first-years, especially on their first day. He decided to do a bit of showing off. Leaning to one side, he rolled in the air, then pulled up into a backwards loop. He then stood atop the device, balancing himself as it continued to zoom across the field. The former celebrity waved and grinned with all the charm he’d once used for the cameras. His eyes were locked on the shocked group of students, while his broom headed straight for a large tree. Now, it is important to note that Professor Wolfe knew of the existence of this tree. And the students, of course, could see it quite clearly. Yet as he faced away from it, the children did not know that he knew - and this would be their first lesson. So he feigned ignorance, grinning his goofy grin as his ride sped toward an inevitable crash. “Professor, look out!” “The tree!” “Professor Wolfe!” A few quick-minded students had realized what was about to happen, and were calling out to him fervently. Their words would reach him too late though - or would have had he not known what he was doing. The man vanished into the branches of the tree within moments, letting out a cry of false surprise. Hidden by branches, he pulled up the end of his broom before it got itself tangled or broken. He descended behind the trunk. Then with a flourish and a ridiculous grin he emerged unharmed into view. “First rule of flying!” he barked at the stunned crowd of eleven-year-olds. “Always be aware of your surroundings!” As he approached, his tone softened a bit. He’d thought it would be a great way to teach a lesson they wouldn’t soon forget, but the genuine look of concern on a few of their faces made him falter. “I’m perfectly all right of course,” he reassured them. Though he did have to hide a slight wince while pain shot through his wrist. That sort of stunt work wasn’t as easy for him as he tried to make it look. His face quickly returned to normal though, as he strived to keep the momentum going. “Who can tell me why the first rule is so important?” A hand shot into the air, one of the Slytherin girls. Wolfe pointed to her dramatically. “So we don’t run into trees, Professor?” She said it with a sly glint in her eyes. The message had obviously hit home. “Precisely!” he continued, apparently oblivious to the giggles resonating through the group. “Trees, birds, buildings… and most importantly, other flyers. Awareness is the absolute key to flying safely. Distracted flying is the number one cause of crashes, you know! Now...” he winked at the group. “I’m sure you’re all eager to take to the skies, eh?" The kids nodded and murmured with excitement. Now that they were sufficiently awake, the idea of flight did seem to stir up excitement in many of them. Professor Wolfe continued on. “Lay your brooms gently on the ground and stand beside them. Remember, these brooms are your lifelines when you’re in the air. Treat them with respect! Now, picture in your mind the broom lifting up into your hand and say ‘UP!’" In-Class Assignment (Bonus!) (Answer these questions in your RP for house points!) Please describe in your own words: What is the first rule of Flying, and why is it so important? What is your character’s prior experience with flying (if any)? Describe your character’s attempt to summon their broom for the first time. Feel free to interact with other students based on their responses. No double posting please! Professor Wolfe will be posting once per week, so everyone will have the opportunity to make at least three replies. All answers should be written in-character, and roleplay responses to other's answers are encouraged. For grading information, refer to the "About this Class" post in the course shell. Attendance and Post Count (Students who do not post will be considered Absent) Gryffindor Slytherin

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