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Post by Brooke Sanders on Aug 31, 2009 22:36:12 GMT -5
Brooke was waiting at her desk with a cup of coffee to her side. As students walked in, little by little, she stood up and greeted them all with a nod. As soon as the majority were seated, Brooke cleared her throat and began.
"Good morning students, welcome to Muggle Studies! My name is Professor Sanders. Although this is my first year teaching at this school, I have been teaching previously at another school for two years and another prior to that for another two. As you will find out later, I have only one rule that I strictly enforce which is to respect yourselves, me, and your classmates. Disobeying of the rule will result in a detention minimum.
"For this class, I have requested you to buy the textbook, which you all should have by the end of the week. Also, everyone please raise your wands." Brooke waited as each student tentatively raised their wands.
"Now," Brooke continued, "That is the first and last time I ever want to see them. Understood? This is a muggle class therefore you will be treated as muggle. I have required that you put away all quills and parchment as well. I have a substitute." Walking to the back of the room, Brooke wheeled out a cart filled with paper and pens. "There are what you will be using." As she continued talking to the class about pens and introducing them, she handed each student one.
"Finally, I would like to know what you already know about muggles. This can be anything from music to appliances to people or experiences. I would like a five paragraph essay explaining that, and would like to have it on my desk by your next class. You may have the rest of the hour to work on this."
"Are we allowed to discuss with a partner?" A girl from the front asked.
"Yes," Brooke smiled, "After all, you need to learn who your new classmates are as well. My only request is that it shouldn't get to loud."
With the whispering voices of students in the back round, Brooke went to her desk and pulled out the enrollment list. Reading through it, she did a quick scan of attendance then went back to her coffee. She had a good class, or so it seemed. A few of her past MI students were scattered about! Of course, she would try not to show favortism....that much.
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Post by Jewels Tyler on Aug 31, 2009 23:29:54 GMT -5
Jewels couldn't believe it at first when she walked into the room. In fact, she had to step back out again to make sure she was really in Muggle Studies at Hogwarts. Brooke, her favorite teacher from MI, Brooke was at the head of the class! Not at MI and not teaching Mythology! How could this be? A stunned Jewels found a seat and watched as the teacher made no special notice of her yet. As the class progressed, and Jewels got her pen and paper she immediatly started to write. Then , a few minutes later when she was done, she looked around the room for people to socialize with.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 1, 2009 11:36:00 GMT -5
Quinn felt floored in this class, all she knew about her biological father was that he'd been a muggle. Mother had said he'd died before she and her sister were born, that was why she'd ended up with her step-father. Looking at the pen and paper she wondered if this was something that her father had done, written with pens and paper. It took her a long time to write her essay, she didn't know much so five paragraphs was alot to write, especially with this unfamiliar writing utensil. When she was done she packed it back up in her bag so that she'd remember to turn it in next class.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 2, 2009 0:03:43 GMT -5
Dare glanced aside at his brother, one brow arching slightly beneath his fringe. Between the two of them, they could come up with five paragraphs in a heartbeat. He hoped the professor wouldn't mind two slightly different versions of the same story, because he and Silver were only a year apart and knew the same information. He scooted his desk over, whether Silver approved or not.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Sept 10, 2009 22:22:37 GMT -5
Silver didn't approve, but didn't tell his brother to back off, either. Instead, he listened to Dare talk and input his own thoughts about their mother and the various Muggle items they'd had around the house. Pens, for example. Mom had liked quills, but she'd rarely used them, and so they'd had some pens around. It was a little awkward at first using one after so long, but a writing utensil was a writing utensil, and he had quite a successful start on his essay by the time class ended.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 12, 2009 11:35:28 GMT -5
It had taken some thought in order to get her paper written, but then again she'd never had to think in depth about her father's life before. Quinn looked up and saw Dare, she hadn't seen him since the last time that she'd talked to him about the picture she'd asked him to make. That had been well before she'd talked to Adara, and it made her blush when she thought about how horribly awkward she'd been with him.
Still, she wanted the chance to make friends with him again, and there was the other boy that seemed to be in a few other classes that she was in. Looking at him now she noticed a resemblance between the two in their eyes and movements, no wondered he'd looked a bit familiar. Twisting a few pieces of her hair around her fingers, she firmly tucked those strands behind her head, and wandered over to where Dare was sitting. "Hey Dare," she said softly, not wanting to interrupt what the two were doing if they didn't want it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 12, 2009 15:02:49 GMT -5
Dare looked up. "Hey," he returned. He glanced at Silver a moment, shooting him a look that only Silver would be able to interpret, then turned to introducing them. "Silver, this is Quinn. She's a new Gryffindor. Quinn, my brother Silver." He had a moment's thought about how mean it would be to take off and let Quinn talk to Silver. He could just imagine the look on his brother's face when she started running on about something.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Sept 12, 2009 15:22:03 GMT -5
Silver could only interpret as far as there being something odd about this girl—had he said her name was Quinn? He was terrible at picking up on body language, especially from people he didn't know, but even he thought she looked uncomfortable somehow. He thought. Was she into Dare or something? If so, why hadn't Dare just told her about Michael? Or maybe he had, and she was that persistent. He had no clue, but he didn't like the mischief in his brother's eyes. He raised his non-quill hand a bit as he murmured a low nice to meet you, only briefly glancing at the girl before looking at his paper again. Whatever Dare was thinking, he wasn't playing along.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 12, 2009 15:30:31 GMT -5
Quinn looked at a seat, and at the boy, Dare's brother Silver, "nice to meet you too," she said. Silver's body language was different from other guys on campus, not as outwardly inviting as others. She found herself mildly intrigued by that, even though she was a bit uncomfortable at something that seemed very male about him, more so than most guys.
Standing here she wasn't quite sure what to say and she almost slipped and started to ramble in an attempt to fill space with words. What was a good conversation starter, she thought, she didn't have apples to offer anyone. "How are you and Michael doing now that schools started?" Quinn decided on. She wanted to talk about class, ask about the drawing, his drawing, Quinn wouldn't know it, but her efforts to keep thoughts in was showing a bit on her face.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 12, 2009 16:00:38 GMT -5
"We're doing good," Dare said, wondering a bit at the fact that the question wasn't followed by disclaimers about what was and wasn't her business or how badly she'd screwed up. He didn't say as much, but he did throw Silver another look at already having dropped out of the conversation. "I actually have your drawing done..." He glanced up at the professor pointedly. "It needs enlarged, but I'm not going to do while she's looking."
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Sept 12, 2009 16:04:05 GMT -5
Silver glanced up at Dare, then flicked his eyes very briefly toward the girl—Quinn, he reminded himself—before returning to the beginnings of his essay. He wondered what context that drawing had been done in, but wasn't about to ask, especially in front of the girl. It wasn't his business, whether he was curious or not. Maybe, just maybe, part of him remained listening as he wrote.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 12, 2009 17:40:27 GMT -5
All it took was those few words for Quinn to stop thinking about everything else she was thinking about. A brilliant smile lit up her face, forgetting to monitor what she was thinking, "really that's wonderful, I mean I didn't think you'd get it done this fast, not that I..." she caught herself before she kept going. "It's okay if I have to wait a bit longer, I've never had a picture of us before, it will be worth the wait."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 12, 2009 18:14:45 GMT -5
"It's done," Dare said, his lips curving slightly. "I took some liberties with it, so let me know if it's not what you were looking for. He glanced up at the front of the room again, and when the professor wasn't looking, he dug into his bookbag, his hand emerging with a small portrait in a miniature frame. He flipped the top of his bag closed again, then worked the back of the frame off, pulling out Quinn's photograph and leaving the shrunken drawing. Then he glanced at the professor again before drawing out his wand and tapping the edge of the frame. It grew to its natural size and he turned it over, handing both the framed drawing and the photo back to Quinn.
He hadn't duplicated the photograph, hadn't simply stood the two next to each other. He'd used the background, shifting the lighting to something softer and airier. Quinn and her sister were embracing, and though he'd put as much happiness into their faces as he could, Quinn's eyes remained soulful, and something about her sister had brought out a quiet wisdom of a sort, and a hidden exuberance.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Sept 12, 2009 18:25:48 GMT -5
Silver had to put forth effort not to glance up again. He wouldn't be able to see whatever drawing Dare was handing over from this angle, so it wouldn't be worth the chance of interrupting by drawing attention to himself. His mind was well diverted from his essay now, and he decided he'd have to complete it after class some time. For now, he drew a line beneath the part he'd already written, and below it, tried to give them some privacy by writing prose.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 12, 2009 18:29:17 GMT -5
Quinn couldn't help the welling of tears in her eyes as she took the drawing in it's frame and ran her fingers over her sister. "It's beautiful," she whispered, "Kiley is...everything I remember her being." She took a deep breath and tried to muffle a soft sob, afraid that the teacher would notice it. "I don't know how to thank you, that explains what I'm feeling."
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