Professor Kijewski

June 18, 2006 12:51 AM
Kiva Kijewski ahs been the Care of Magical Creatures Professor for the last two years. Her first year as a teacher had been rather draining on Kiva. Her very first lesson hadn’t gone over very well considering what she had taught to them wasn’t anything very enjoyable. And her second lesson was a disaster because of the dust storm that hit halfway through the class. That storm nearly killed two of their students simply because they hadn’t listened to her instructions. Luckily, her second year had gone loads better.

Now in her third year of teaching, Kiva was prepared for just about anything. Her summer had been anything but relaxing and she really wanted a break when it came to teaching. Her father’s health was slowly declining and he had been in and out of the hospital all summer long. Her mother was distraught with worry and relied heavily on Kiva’s help and support. What little time Kiva had to herself, she was here at Sonora taking care of the animals or working on her lessons. She was almost grateful for the new year to start.

This year, Kiva had decided to combine her classes to save time and so that the creatures didn’t get worn out too soon. She stood in her designated clearing in the gardens and watched as her first and second year students approached. She wore a pair of khaki shorts and a sleeveless tee. Her most comfortable pair of sandals decorated her feet. Her skin was a golden tan; a clear sign that she spent much of her time outdoors. Her usual curly brown hair was pulled back by two barrettes on either side of her head.

“Good morning, Everyone!” Kiva greeted them with a smile. “Welcome to Care of Magical Creatures. For those of you who don’t know me, I am Professor Kijewski. However, most people just call me Professor K.” Kiva introduced herself. The crate directly behind her made a soft whining sound, but Kiva ignored it. “This class is less formal than your other classes. The only rule I have is to not talk while I or one of your peers are talking. Other than that, feel free to get as comfortable as you’d like. Now, today I would like you all to study these-” Kiva turned and opened the crate. She pulled out what looked to be a Jack Russell Terrier. “Everyone please take out some parchment and a writing utensil.” She waited until everyone had their materials out before continuing. “This here is Rutter, a crup. Crups originated in the southeast of England. These creatures are fiercely loyal to their Wizard owner while being rather ferocious to any muggle. They are wonderful at scavenging and usually eat gnomes.” She paused here and looked around once more at her students to make sure everyone was still paying attention. “If you wish to have a crup, you must take a test with the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures to prove that you are capable of caring for these creatures in muggle-inhabited areas.” She paused once more and picked up the small dog.

“Everyone gather closer.” She placed the crup in the midst of the students. “Feel free to play with him. Just be careful of any Chizpurfle as they have a tendency to invade Crups and can destroy wands if they get to close.” She thought of something just then and walked to her large bag of supplies, “In fact, let’s study Rutter. Everyone take one of these, “She handed each of the students a magnifying glass, “See if you can spot anything. While we are doing that, can anyone tell me how to tell the difference between a crup and a non-magical dog? It’s okay if you can’t.”

OOC: I'm not looking for any right answers or any of that, so don't worry. However, I am looking at how well you write a response. Make sure each post is at least 2 paragraphs long, 5 sentences each. I know you all know how to do this, but I just wanted to remind you. Good luck, and have fun!

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Echo Elms

June 22, 2006 6:12 PM
Echo had been very pleased that morning to abandon his freshly polished dress shoes, button down shirt and grey slacks for a comfy pair of patched up cargos, a t-shirt with the words "Obey Gravity, it's the law!" stamped across the front, and a very worn in pair of teva sandals. His feet were free again and he wiggled his toes happily. Sandals were normal. He promptly forgot he'd ever worn anything else.

In the common room, he'd met up with Saul. Saul was a second year who thought he was a tour guide, and Echo and a bunch of the other first years had followed him down to the Care of Magical Creatures class. Elly was among them, somewhere. Echo had lost her when they arrived and Professor K started talking. He moved away from his group so he could hear her better.

Well, actually, he could hear her just find back where he was, but he thought if he moved up he might be able to understand her as well. That was sort of key. Some of the other kids moved up too.

There was a box. A wood box with something in it. Echo moved forward a couple steps when she opened it. It was... it was...

A dog?

Okay, so Prof K said it was crup. It looked sorta like a beagle, but not really. Not that Echo knew much about dogs. His cousin owned a beagle and a labrodor, and it was more beagle-like than labrodor-like. He tried to think if he knew any other kinds of dogs. He did. There were hot dogs and carry-in-the-purse dogs, and defend-the-farm dogs, and as-big-as-a-bear dogs. Lots of dogs. This one looked most like a let's-sniff-out-something dog. Except, of course, that it was a crup.

He wasn't close enough to look for the whatever it was she had just said were on the dog, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be -- there were too many people too close together over there. So he kept a little distance and tried to see around everyone and find something un-dog-like about the crup.

He thought he noticed something.

"Is it, um, do crups have different eyes?" he blurted out, glancing at Prof K. Now that he said it outloud it sounded dumb.\n\n
21 Echo Elms Different eyes, maybe? 93 Echo Elms 0 5


Leonardo Idoya

June 22, 2006 8:15 PM
From the tip of every carefully brushed strand of dark brown hair to the toes of his dragonhide boots, Leonardo Idoya was miserable, uncomfortable, restless, lonely, and--frankly--just in an all-around bad mood. He could almost hear his twin's response to that: [i]You, bad mood? Well, color me shocked![/i] Sonora wasn't what he'd thought it would be; the few classes he had so far attended hadn't been very challenging at all, and not only had he been separated from his brother (who had landed, much to Leo's embarrassment, in Teppenpaw), but he wasn't making many friends in his house, either.

And thoughts of Gil didn't help his humor much. He'd left Leo to his own devices at the very beginning of the class, and was now happily chatting with a girl towards the front of the crowd, right in front of the crup they were all supposed to be examining.

The thought spurred a little surge of guilt through Leo's mind; no matter how unhappy he was, it was no excuse for neglecting his schoolwork. He picked himself up out of the grass and brushed a few stray blades off his slacks, peering over the shoulder of the boy in front of him in an attempt to see the little beast. He found he couldn't concentrate, though, partly because of an uncomfortable twinge of jealousy--why can't I make friends as easily as Gil?--and partly because the boy in front of him had just offered the teacher a phenomenally stupid answer.

"Is it, um, do crups have different eyes?" the boy, who was clad in a fashion distinctly reminiscent of Gil (in other words--disgracefully), asked.

Leo snorted. "Eyes? You have the entire wrong end of the horrible little animal," he sneered, folding his arms over his chest. "Honestly... eyes... what do they teach in primary schools these days?"\n\n
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Echo Elms

June 22, 2006 11:13 PM
"Eyes? You have the entire wrong end of the horrible little animal. Honestly... eyes... what do they teach in primary schools these days?" the guy behind Echo said. He sounded mean, and though Echo told himself to ignore it, he found himself sending an unamused glare back at the speaker.

He looked like a tough guy, mostly because of his cloudly expression. If Echo had ever immediately disliked someone, this guy was it. He had weirdo boots and his hair was perfect. Perfect. Nothing like Echo's own big curly tangle.

Echo turned back to the crup sobered. If this guy was feeling out for a kid to bully, Echo's dumb answer had probably just won him the prime spot. He had to be careful now.

He watched the crup, paying particular attention to the un-eyed half. He couldn't even see the rump from here. He still couldn't decide if the eyes were different or not. Maybe he had been on to something before. What did the other guy know, anyway? Echo didn't even go to primary school. He'd been homeschooled since week five of the third grade.

The more he thought about the comment the angrier it made him. This was a learning environment. All answers were good answers even if all answers weren't right. There was not such thing as a stupid question. Right? That's how it was with his mom.

Don't let him get to you, Echo, he told himself. He tried to focus on the crup again but it was just no use. He could feel the guy behind him. He couldn't see him and he didn't like it. He rubbed his once broken nose, the product of a bully in another school. That guy behind him gave him the creeps worse than the giggling girls did. Different. But worse.

There was only one thing to do.

"Look," he said turning to the guy, "You know so much, why don't you answer the question?"

Well, that proves it, he thought, turning back to the class, I am an idiot. Why couldn't I just cower like crazy weirdo cowering like I did with the girls? Oh no. I have to be all macho and stuff when it's a guy who's out to get me. Great, Echo. Just great.\n\n
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Elly Eriksson

June 23, 2006 4:36 AM
Elly had been hanging at the back of the class. She didn’t know much about animals, particularly magical ones, so had decided to keep a safe distance until she knew the creature was harmless. However, Elly had noticed some tension between two boys nearer the front of the class. One of the boys was Echo, who Elly had already met and considered to be a friend. The other boy Elly didn’t know, but he didn’t seem to be giving off a friendly aura.

Elly wondered if she should go over to check things were okay, but then she didn’t want to interfere. She certainly didn’t want Echo to get embarrassed by her trying to defend him. Making up her mind to just see what was going on and not to make any trouble, Elly made her way over to where the two boys were stood looking at the crup, though both were frowning.

“Hey, Echo!” Elly said cheerfully as she approached. “What do you think? It looks like a dog to me!” Elly said, smiling widely. She turned to the other boy. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Elly Eriksson.” Elly didn’t extend her hand the way she normally did when introducing herself, but stood with her hands on her hips. Her friendly smile, though, was fixed firmly in place as she waited for either of the boys to respond.
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Leo Idoya

June 23, 2006 7:55 AM
After Leo's snide comment, the poorly-dressed boy (for Merlin's sake, there were patches on his shorts!) send a glare over his shoulder at the Crotalus, and then turned back to the lesson. The lack of reaction irritated Leo, and he clenched his jaw, squeezing his hands into tight balls at his side. He was well-known for his cold stares--he'd heard it said that they were even freakier because of his weird eyes, the one a pale blue and the other dark gray-green--but the one he leveled at the other boy's back now was nothing short of Antarctic.

And it seemed the boy wasn't quite as stupid as Leo thought; at least he had the nerve to turn back around and face him. Leo's estimation of him crept up the slightest bit, though he still thought it was abominable ignorance not to know how to tell the difference between a crup and a Jack Russell terrier. "Look. You know so much, why don't you answer the question?" the boy suggested.

Leo restrained himself from pointing out the superfluity of the first comment only through willpower, but his stare did lessen in its intensity a little. So the kid had backbone, even if it was a little flexible. He opened his mouth to reply when a girl turned up out of nowhere. His pureblood training kicking in, he automatically stepped back a bit to make room for her, and instantly regretted it. Would it look like he was backing down in the face of a challenge (weakly-worded though it was)?

"Hey, Echo!" she said to the boy at whom Leo had been directing his glare. "What do you think? It looks like a dog to me!" Then, to his immense surprise, she turned to Leo--and she was smiling! "Hi. I'm Elly Eriksson."

Somewhat befuddled by her amiability--especially since she seemed to be friends with the boy (Echo?) and surely must have seen the confrontation, to have appeared so precipitately--Leo blinked incredulously for a moment, but then pulled his aura of sangfroid back. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Eriksson," he muttered. "My name is Leonardo Idoya, of the California Idoyas."

He looked back at Echo, then, and though his tone and glance were still icy, at least they weren't overtly hostile. "The tail. Crups can be differentiated from non-magical dogs by their forked tails. And, of course, by placing them next to a Muggle, though I suspect the Muggle would not be too pleased by that method of testing species."\n\n
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