Professor Light
February 26, 2012 12:37 PM
Room Two: Advanced Aviators Anonymous by Professor Light
Unlike those annoying early risers and joggers, Caesar was a true morning person, not a poser. He appreciated the morning for what it was and celebrated accordingly by sleeping in. There was no better way to appreciate the morning than by lying for a few extra hours in bed, his body twisted at an odd not quite comfortable angle he was too lazy to correct, enjoying the feel of cold early morning sun pulse against his face decorated in stubble, trying to recapture the vague images of sweet dreams now seeping back into his subconscious. ‘Don’t... don’t... don’t...’ His body grew a little tense as his internal clock ticked along with the so far silent one on his bedside table. ‘Don’t... don’t... don’t...’ A childish pout and Caesar’s fingers clenched the thin sheets that were twisted around his body. ‘Don’t... don’t... don’t...’“RISE AND SHINE, HONEYPLUM!”
Caesar groaned and turned over in his bed, blindly seeking his pillow to hide beneath but ever since that first Advanced class of showing up extraordinarily late he’d charmed his room to reject all notions of comfort from seven o’clock to nine on Mondays through Fridays. His pillow flew away from him, his blankets untwisted themselves from his form, and his mattress began to rock from side to side, attempting to buck him off, while his alarm clock continued to shout at him, “Rise and shine!”
Groaning and grumbling, Caesar finally succumbed to his room’s demands as he always did, and attempted to roll out of bed without the usual shove onto the floor. Slamming a flattened palm on his alarm clock, he made his way toward his private bath and began going over the lesson he had planned in his mind while scrubbing conditioner furiously through his honey colored hair in the shower. The Advanced class had been progressing nicely, sometimes even quicker than Caesar had expected, not knowing what to expect. Keeping with the Elemental Magic course work Caesar had outlined for them in the beginning of the school year, they’d covered water based spells, fire based spells, earth based spells, and were now leaping into their last unit, air based spells. Their homework for the past two weeks had been conducting research on various sources concerning the subject of gravity, to come up with questions and after having answered them to write a paper that included both the history of how witches and wizards learned to conquer the powers of gravity as well as the scientific aspects of how gravity worked and why it was there. He had the pile of papers sitting in a slight mess upon his desk, delaying the painful inevitable of having to read them.
Stepping out of the shower, watered down conditioner dripping onto his bare shoulders, Caesar lathered his face up with shaving cream, the stubble tickling his fingers. Somehow his beard always made him feel even younger than he was, as if he was only playing dress up. He wasn’t comfortable with that feeling. His father was the actor, not him. Shaving made him feel more mature, and the steady strokes along his jaw calmed him down, and he could think over a few more details of the lesson. They were meeting in Room Two within MARS where the students would be learning and practicing spells that pushed directly against gravity. He was taking his students into the air.
Nine o’clock found Caesar dressed and clean-shaven, idly stroking his chin, trying to decide if he liked the cool smooth feeling or the warmth of his fuzz. He waited by the door to Room Two, settled on a couch until the majority of his sixth and seventh years trickled in. “Morning,” He gave an easy going smile, standing up, the full energy that made him so vibrant in his later classes currently lacking. “Okay, is that all of us?” He counted. “Let’s go on in.” He had the room set up fairly simply. There were a few benches to rest upon around the pale blue painted room with goblets of water and a plate filled with biscuits, chocolate croissants, and fresh fruit. He was never sure if he was the only one who had problems getting up on time and getting to the dining hall in time to eat before rushing to class. In case certain students did as well, he occasionally had small portions of breakfast available for his morning class. In the middle of the room was a rope ladder leading to a large stretch of net that hovered about twenty feet off the ground. Caesar stopped his students where they were and turned to face them.
“Today, we’re finally going to put the gravitational theories to the test. The first spell is Or-ear-e-oh. Bend your knees, and spread both arms, wand and free hand.” Caesar bent facing them, arms spread, gripping his wand firmly. “Keeping your wand arm stiff,” He tightened his muscles. “And you’ll cast the spell as your arm goes from twelve o’clock,” He raised his wand arm straight above his head. “three o’clock,” He dropped his arm back to its former position, extended to the side. “And down to a somewhat six o’clock.” His arm hung stiffly at his side, pressed against his leg. “Alright, now, just watch, don’t perform it yourself yet.” He took a breath, resumed his bent stance and spread arms. “Oririo!” With each syllable his arm rose above his head, to the side, and then a flash of light blue light emitted from his wand and Caesar burst from the ground.
The few seconds of flight lasted a lifetime. The moment he felt himself begin to descend, Caesar let out an excited whoop and brought his knees to his chest, flipped himself over in the air, somersaulting down onto the hovering net. “Whoo!” He grinned, shaking his head, blinking, energy restored to full power. “Alright,” He called down to the students below, peering at them through the netting. “Come up to this level by climbing the rope.” He pointed to the rope ladder. The net was charmed to be stable for those standing on it, the holes of space feeling solid, but soft when falling upon it. It was very easy to stand on and be balanced. “Now,” He addressed his students once they’d joined him. “you’re all starting from this level, so if you don’t make it to the net above,” He pointed, where above the first net several more hovered with twenty feet between each, six nets in total. “you’ll have a soft landing. Oririo gets you off the ground, but it takes years of practice to have a great enough jump to even reach, say, a hundred feet in one burst.”
Caesar tilted his head up. “The third net is about forty feet above us. I’m going to cast Oririo, rise in the air, and then I’m going to feel myself fall before I reach the third net. Once I feel myself fall, I will cast our second spell, Salio Potens. It’s fairly simple; just have enough control to hit your wand at your side, and shout out the spell.” Bent knees, spread arms, and his wand raised from twelve, three, and six. “Oririo!” He rose, legs straightening into the jump, a flash of light blue left behind in his wake. Rising... rising... rising... a little past the second net and then he began to fall. “Salio Potens!” He grinned, a flash of violet light after whacking his wand against his leg. There was another jump into the air, rising five feet. “Salio Potens!” He cast again, another flare of violet, another leap into more air, and then his hand flung out, falling into netting.
“Now your turn!” He called down, standing up and walking easily toward the rope ladder that stretched from the top net all the way to the floor of the large room. “This is all completely safe,” He spoke with each step down. “If somehow you bounce off the netting or something, I’ll be around to make sure none of you are unharmed.” He joined them on the first net landing. “Begin!”
ooc: Remember to put your house so I know whom to give points to.
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