Professor Bulla

July 30, 2005 10:39 AM
A good working knowledge of the school was never something that went amiss. Manfred, making good use of his, took a quick shortcut from the Cascade Hall that allowed him not only to be the first to arrive in the corridor where his class was, but also allowed him a minute to make sure that everything needed for the class was present. What with recent events, and the intense morning he wasn't certain that he had allowed enough of his attention to be directed to preparation for his classes, so he was glad to find that he had remembered to collect several tableclothes from the prairie elves.

They were stacked neatly on his desk, and after subjecting the classroom to another last minute check to be sure that all was in order should the tour make its way past his classroom, Manfred went back to the front of the room. While the students filed into the room he busied himself at the board, writing up notes for the class.

"Alright," he said finally, when the last of them had arrived. He pulled his watch out of a pocket, looked at it, and directed a frown at the last student, then put it back away. "I'm sure you're all very excited to have visitors at the school, particularly those of you who are recieving visits from your family, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't all settle down for class. What you are learning in these classes is very important to your education, and to your ability to become a functioning member of Magical Society." He looked around to be sure that his words were at least having some effect, then deciding that it would have to do started the lesson proper.

Pacing around he addressed the class.

"First years, you are going to be learning a charm that I'm sure your older classmates are all familiar with: Aquor. This is a charm which does what?" He pointed to a second year student and nodded as an answer was given. "Very good. To reiterate - please listen, I don't appreciate talking in my classes, particularly when I'm addressing the class. It is disrespectful not only to me, but also to your classmates who are trying to learn - Aquor is a charm which conjours water from your wand. It can be very useful in environments such as the one which surrounds our school. You point your wand - there is no specific movement needed for this spell - and pronounce this incantation Aquor."

He demonstrated, squirting water over the pile of tablecloths and soaking them quite thoroughly in the process.

"If you need any help, refer to the information on the board," Manfred indicated the notes on the left hand side," or you can ask me, or perhaps one of the older students. You will, after all be working together today.

"Second years, you will be learning a drying charm today." He waited half a second, then cut off any protests, "You'll find that these spells do have everyday use as well and are not 'merely doing the job of a house or prairie elf'. Now, as I'm sure you can all recall some of the gaff's that you managed to conjour up last year, the particular charm I've picked for you to study today is a general dogsbody type of drying charm. Watch."

He walked back to the side of the desk, aimed his wand and then while keeping the tip in place pulled down on the handle while saying "exsorbeo". A low, sucking sound started to come from his wand, and as he moved the wand over the soaked tablecloths, the moisture was sucked out of them. Towards the end the sound started to rattle as he moved around picking up the last drops, sounding remarkably like then last few drops of a milkshake being sucked up through a straw.

"Ok, I want you all to form into groups of two or three. One second year per group." He flicked his wand and the tableclothes sailed around the classroom, each settling onto this desk or that. "You may begin."

OOC: Ok, I want some good long posts from you all. Any one line posts will not get your house points. Please pay attention to what your fellows are doing, I'd be quite happy for one student to write that they were the last to arrive, and for another to answer the question, but I don't want more than ONE for each, ok? So once that's happened, its done.

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39 Professor Bulla Charms Lesson 1: Cleaning up after yourselves 2 Professor Bulla 1 5


Stephen Baxter

September 11, 2005 6:50 AM
It was a sad point of fact that the charms classroom was, unlike transfiguration, lacking in brilliantly cool green desks. Still, Stephen managed to not be disheartened by the dull uniformity of the wooden desks as he entered with Gwennie. Sorrel and Ash weren't there yet, but he spotted Ty and waved with his free hand at her as he found two desks nearby and - disengaging from the girl - pulled the chair that went with one of them out for Gwen. It didn't even occur to him that she might have her own friends who she would want to sit with. After all, who wouldn't want the opportunity to sit with him?

Unfortunately, there was no time for further 'bucking up' chit-chat. The Grump let loose with yet another of his famously dull lectures about the importance of Charms to 'Life As We Know It' or whatever it was and his one attempt to whisper to Gwen about how much fun the Aquor charm could be when approached right was put to a stern end by the professor. Rolling his eyes, Stephen paid cursory attention to the instructions the first years were given, then a bit more when second years were addressed. He sniggered a little at the sound the spell made towards the end of the demonstration, using his elbow to make sure that Gwen was paying attention and hopefully being as amused as he was.

And then Professor Bulla dropped the big news. First years to work with second years. Continuing with his previous assumption, Stephen grabbed the tablecloth that had sailed towards them out of the air and settled it on the space where their desks met.

"Go for it," he encouraged the first year. He jumped back to his feet and brandished his wand dramatically. "It's easy. All you gotta do is say Aq-" he grinned a little sheepishly and lowered the wand. "-quor." Despite the lack of focus a few drops leaked out, dripping unnoticed onto the floor.\n\n
39 Stephen Baxter Sorry I'm late dude (Oi! Gwennie! I figure you're with me) 49 Stephen Baxter 0 5


Gwenhwyfar Carey

September 15, 2005 7:31 PM
Gwen's entrance into the Charms classroom seemed oddly surreal, as if she were floating near some impartial bit of ceiling and watching everything going on while somehow participating in it. Some vague corner of her mind registered that she also felt like a wrung-out dish cloth. It was the pattern she knew from roughly two years experience with these episodes. She'd be perfectly fine, this time, and next time could wait until next time. Divination and introversion seemed like good things to avoid, for the moment.

She put up no objections when Stephen seemed to take it for granted that she would sit with him. If he felt like doing her thinking for her, then bully for him. To use an expression often used by her cousin Clarence, her brain was malfunctioning and the repair part wasn't in yet. Clarence said weird things like that, sometimes. Gwen personally thought he was the best of the Careys, but most people thought Richard Carey the Third of the Savannah Careys had been crazier than Merlin's housecat since the day he ceased to use his real name altogether and became universally known as 'Clarence'. His rationalization had been that having a 'the Third' tacked on to his name eliminated any possibility of individuality that being a Carey hadn't. The numerous Anthonys of the Charleston Careys had not been amused.

Professor Bulla was talking. It was probably a good idea to try to pay attention. He was showing them how to do what it was they had to do today, and she couldn't disappoint the family...she was clutching at straws and astute enough to realize it. This time next month, she might not be part of the family she wanted to please now. That rather depressing line of thought was cut off by Stephen's brief attempt to say something before the professor interrupted. Idiot, quit thinking and start listening. It's just a waste of time and money for you to come to this school if you're going to spend all of your time daydreaming and none of it learning. The thought was hers; the voice was Alasdair's. An elbow kept her from thinking about the implications of that too long.

She managed a weak laugh when Stephen attempted his own demonstration of how Aquor worked and felt a little better. Her Grandma Vaughn was a firm believer in the curative powers of amusement, and since one of Rosemary Vaughn's three children had turned out to be almost boringly normal and only one was a real psychotic (her Uncle George had just been a sentimentalist and a fanatic, nothing on the level of his twin sister)Gwen had long since decided that Rosemary's was a good opinion to adhere to.

"I think I can manage that," she said, withdrawing her wand from its holder and looking at her hands for a moment to reassure herself that they weren't shaking. The only thing wrong with her now was the unnatural tiredness that had completely replaced the near-hysteria of earlier. Her episodes hit hard and went fast, as a rule. She'd been able to learn spells in other classes, so there was no logical reason why she couldn't learn this one. Logic was such a comforting thing, sometimes. Pointing her wand at the tablecloth, she tried to envision water coming out of it. "Aquor."

A single drop of water shivered on the end of the wand for a moment before falling to the cloth, too small to even be noticed. Try again. You did something, and anything's better than nothing. Even the voice was hers this time, because she had trouble imagining Alasdair ever saying something so...supportive. "Aquor," she repeated, stressing the first letter more than she had the first time. Four drops, this time, falling a little faster than the first. She stared at them for a moment before shaking her head and biting her lower lip, trying to work out what she was doing wrong.

She knew most spells were Latinesque in their form, but she wasn't entirely sure if the word 'aquor' was one of them. Her Latin, such as it was, fell into the category of 'Church Latin', and she had learned it not because her father thought it something she should know but so she wouldn't mangle it on the rare occasions that the Careys attended Mass outside Bellevue. Since 'unda' was the word she knew for 'water', Aquor didn't seem to be derived from her kind of Latin. Altering her accent from Savannahian, with its utter lack of sharp sounds, to Latin, which was much clearer, might do some good, though.

"Aquor," she tried yet again, finally managing to send forward a stream of water through a mix of pronunciation and sheer concentration. It wasn't as much as Professor Bulla had produced, but she was too tired to bother with perfectionism. There seemed no greater happiness than to get back to a dorm now entirely filled with enemies and go to sleep. \n\n
0 Gwenhwyfar Carey Don't feel bad, I'm even later than you are. 63 Gwenhwyfar Carey 0 5


Stephen

October 07, 2005 12:33 AM
"Come on, you can do better than that," Stephen said as Gwen managed to squeeze out a drop. "You gotta," he paused for a second to think, "see it in your head. Concentrate, you know? Oh yeah," he added as she tried again with better results, "and that emphasis thing too." He wasn't sure she was really listening to him, that expression on her face seemed to not take him into account at all, but you never knew, and he wasn't the kind of boy to be easily discouraged.

The third attempt Gwen sounded crisper, clearer, and, as Stephen watched, a short stream pour out onto the tablecloth.

"Nice job, Gwennie," Stephen enthused, looking from the desk to the girl. He grinned, "now I get to try that vaccy-straw spell." He moved in closer to the wet tablecloth and lifting his wand again, pointed it at the cloth and - with his tongue just sticking out of the side of his mouth in concentration - was just about to pull his wand down (like a lever... cool) when his attention was severely rattled.

There was a movement to the side, and as he turned Stephen saw Ty falling, hitting her head, hitting the floor. He glanced once, horrified, at Gwen then started to move... too late. Old Grumps had made astounding timing and was already almost upon the scene. Stephen, unsure what to do, hung back and double checked on Gwen another couple of times. She looked tired, and he wasn't sure how she'd take this accident of poor Ty's.

"She'll be ok," he reassured the younger student, although with that blood there was every chance he was reassuring himself as well. "Ty's pretty tough. Takes good photos too," he commented somewhat randomly, looking at the Grump doing some spell that stopped the bleeding. The professor stood up, and Stephen stood also, prepared to offer to help Ty to the infirmary when he was completely overlooked. He frowned down as Ty was helped by TJ and some younger guy - Valentine, Bulla had called him - out of the room.

"Er..." Stephen felt somewhat at a loss. He looked at his wand, still in his hand and at the damp tablecloth and finally at Gwen. "Gwennie? Don't suppose you recall the spell?"\n\n
39 Stephen and then I go and leave it forever again *grins* 0 Stephen 0 5


Gwen

October 08, 2005 12:31 AM
Gwen had not yet been able to satisfactorily deduce why someone who didn't even know her real first name had sort of intervened on her behalf, but she was finding that she didn't really care. The likely answer was pity, which made it better not to know for sure. Careys, even Careys in disgrace, could not be pitied. Those who sat around waiting for someone to feel sorry for them lost, whereas those who got over it and did what they had to do won. The flaw in that course of action was that she didn't know what she had to do. A school was such a closed environment that she had somehow managed to act against the code, for a time, though many people would just say she "took after dear Lorena", being and having always been out of sync with reality. Her current situation was more anchored in the outside world.

Once she performed her spell, she let herself drift, trying to think up a plausible cover story that would somehow fit the situation for anyone who had seen something they shouldn't and asked her about it. The old fainting story was not going to work. There was, of course, the pureblood family line: She and her father were Careys, and outsiders could not begin to comprehend why Careys did the things they did. That one seemed rather ridiculous, upon inspection, and it was as good as admitting something, if not everything. She could just point out that Alasdair had a famously bad temper and lost that temper when she did something to annoy him while he was still angry at someone else. That seemed a bit flimsy, the kind of excuse that would only be accepted by politically correct purebloods who would probably pretend nothing had happened, but it was the best she could do on short -

Someone swearing loudly broke her out of her reverie, and she instinctively flinched back, momentarily thinking that she was at home and the post had included some news Alasdair didn't like. It didn't take her long to realize that she was mistaken, not least because the speaker was of the wrong gender. She didn't recognize the girl who had fallen on sight, but it didn't take long for Professor Bulla to provide a name. Half of a name, actually, but it was sufficient. He called her Miss Boyd.

Gwen knew who the Boyds were. The Aunts - more properly her step-aunts with some accompanying greats, but she had always joined in the St.Martin kids' practice of referring to them like that - had mentioned them in their constant chatter about the different families the last time she had been at Magnolia Grove. They were important, very important, and one of them had just busted her head open very close to Gwen's desk. There was blood, probably less of it than she thought but seeming to be quite a lot. Without meaning to, she drew back as far as she could, feeling as if she were shaking. Her father would make her mother look like a logical and well-balanced member of society if he somehow got it into his head that she had, even indirectly, caused one of the Boyds to fall and injure herself.

Think, she tried to tell herself. He's not here. He can't draw conclusions about something he probably won't even know happened.

He wasn't supposed to know about me carrying on like I have, either, and he sure knows about that. Besides, he's looking for a reason to get rid of me, now. Nothing's a secret for long.

Alasdair and God are two distinct and separate entities. He doesn't know everything.

Try working up the nerve to tell me that after I get a very blunt letter from Thomas Carey informing me I've been disowned. It occurred to her that she had just told herself to try to work up the nerve to tell her something after something that, at least theoretically, might not happen happened. Maybe she was losing it.

She jumped, startled again, when Stephen suddenly spoke to her. She had heard what he said, but had barely registered it at all. "All right," she said shakily. "All right!" Her voice rose sharply on the repetition. She had to breathe. No one seemed to be accusing her of anything. It had been an accident, and the professor seemed to be accepting it as such. She watched, distracted, as Earl and another Crotalus boy she recognized from the common room escorted Miss Boyd, or Ty, as Stephen had called her, from the room. "That is," she said, her voice falling back into its usual range, "I hope she's all right."

She was slightly thrown by the question about the spell. She had barely paid attention to what was going on while the second years' spell was demonstrated. Trying to arrange her memories into some kind of comprehensive order, she managed to recall the suffix. "It starts with Ex," she said, as much to herself as to Stephen. "What starts with that - what's it mean - Exsorbo or something like that, I can't remember it right." Now she just had to hope that if Stephen decided to attempt the spell as she had said it that she was either right or not so wrong as to cause any major mishaps, and if he didn't that his version fit the same two options. \n\n
0 Gwen There and Back Again, I suppose 63 Gwen 0 5