Professor Taylor

December 06, 2007 5:40 PM
It was directly after Midterm. Lorraine’s Midterm had been rather restful; she had gone home to visit her siblings, despite the plethora of rather obnoxious nieces and nephews, none yet older than five or so. The ‘or so’ because she did not precisely know how old a great deal of them were, only that they were short and annoying. Whether or not they would exhibit any magical potential was something that Lorraine did not believe could be estimated as such. She came from a strictly Muggle family, and one that had a rather no-nonsense manner of dealing with things. Before she had received her letter and been sent off to magical school, they, like most Muggles, had been adamant that magic didn’t exist, as had Lorraine herself.

However, this was not the time to be pondering whether or not she would be teaching any of her relations in several years’ time. This was the time to be preparing for her lesson. Or, rather, to be preparing to start her lesson; this lesson had already been planned since the beginning of the year.

The first half of the year, Lorraine had taught strictly methodology with very little on theory or use. In a Muggle class, this would not have been possible; merely methodology would have bored them to tears. However, these were young wizards and witches, anxious to learn spells to show off to their friends and to experiment with. Consequently, both sets had learned all the spells in the curriculum already.

Now was the time when she expanded into the part of Charms that she truly enjoyed: theory and application.

“I hope,” the woman said, shutting the door with a click as the last on-time student skidded into the room. “that you all had a lovely break.” That with a washed-out blue stare at the child fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to be seated in the front row. By this time, they seemed to have gotten over their initial unease towards Lorraine and merely accepted her manner as rather strict, but not entirely unkind. “Now that you are back, I trust you will focus and concentrate on the tasks at hand.

“I would have you know that we have effectively covered the spell curriculum for the first and second year courses respectively. I would also have you know that from this point on, you need not bring anything but your wands to class. All other materials will be provided.

“For the rest of the year, we will be exploring the uses of charms in the real world, in addition to the theory behind the use of them—the why and how, if you will. We have briefly touched upon these topics before, but we will begin to go more in-depth now. Any questions? Good. Each of you should have a sticker on your desk reflecting,” flick of the wand and the words ‘airplane’, ‘bridge’, ‘broom’, ‘factory’, ‘magic carpet’, and ‘radio’ appeared on the board. “one of these words. I would like you to gather in groups and make a list of which spells could be, not necessarily are used in these things and why. Please note that with two exceptions, these words can be applied to magical or Muggle environments and work accordingly. If you have time, extra credit will be awarded to those with accurate sketches of their word with arrows pointing to where each spell would be used. These will be turned in at the end of the class.”

Lorraine nodded firmly to herself, another look sliding around the classroom to take in the reactions to the instructions.

“And by the way,” she allowed as she began to turn away from the class to observe from the front of the room. “there will be no more homework for the rest of the year. You may begin finding your groups.”

OOC: To clarify: each student will have a sticker on their desk that is an airplane, bridge, broom, factory-thing, magic carpet, or radio. Students will work with students with the same sticker. Please, no more than three people to a group—expand and make new friends! Minimum of 10 sentences, grammatically correct and spellchecked please. The more interesting and creative you get, the more house points will be awarded!
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Brett Hodges

December 08, 2007 1:03 AM
Charms was easily Brett's worst subject. It was a miracle he had passed the first part of the year after failing everything the first couple months. He couldn't even do the first year spells, and it was nothing short of an Act of God that he hadn't been held back last year. Oh, sure, he'd known the spells, could spell them even, but unfortunately, good spelling was superfluous next to successful practical performance, which he could do not at all.

This October, things had changed. He hadn't realized how much he'd been holding back until he talked to Irene about it. It was like the heavens had opened up and granted him an epiphany: "Brett," said heavens whispered, "you've tried everything except trying."

Brett wasn't good at Charms. He wasn't good at spells. But he could do them when he actually tried. His grade jumped 20 points almost overnight. And another 20 in another couple weeks. The next 20 were a little harder to come by, but his was a passing grade now. Low passing, but fabulously, amazingly, rejoicingly passing.

Professor Taylor finished her explanation of the activity and Brett looked around, dumbfounded. His groups was supposed to make a list of what spells are used in radios. It made no sense. Radios were muggle devices and didn't use any spells at all. May be she meant the radio industry... which was also muggle and didn't have anything to do with magic.

With furrowed brow, Brett picked up his bag, notebook, and pen, and went in search of his group. He found another radio-er in the front corner of the room, and hovered there, watching for the others and waiting to see if this was, indeed, how the other kids in the class were grouping up. It seemed to be.

"So," Brett said the other radio kid, "She said to write down what spells are used in radio? I... what does that mean?"
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Rilla White

December 16, 2007 10:28 PM
Rilla only half listened to her Charms professor as she went on about whatever she was talking about. Rilla had a short attention span, it was a well known fact to most who got to know her. This fact drove Rilla's mother completely crazy.

She'd been grounded a day into break because she'd smashed half the plates in the kitchen while she'd been doing the dishes. As a first year, she could manage a simple charm to lift things, and she'd been moving the dishes with magic. Her mother had forbid this, and even mentioned that Rilla didn't have the attention span to carry it out. However, Rilla hadn't been listening... and she'd dropped most of the dishes when she spaced off while washing the ones that weren't floating to the drying rack.

She'd managed to catch a few, and the ones in the sink were of course fine but her mother was not at all happy. And so, her break hadn't exactly been pleasant. She was now musing on how she could amuse herself at school, being studious wasn't currently a priority. At 11 who was studious? Not her for sure. So she was a bit confused when the students started dividing into groups.

Looking down at her desk she noted a sticker with a radio on it, or that was at least what it kind of looked like. Rilla didn't know witches and wizards even used stickers, but of course, this Professor was a little odd. What she was suppose to do now, she assumed was to find other people with radios. At this point she saw a boy come up to her.

"There aren't any spells used in a radio!" Rilla started laughing without thinking. She didn't think whether or not the professor could hear this, which she of course could have if she wasn't completely deaf. Then she tried to pull herself together. They were suppose to be working. While she didn't care that much about her grades her mother did, plus around here you could get detention for missing work. Of course, that was a deterant if her mother wasn't.

"What exactly did she say? Sorry, I wasn't really listening.. I was thinking about how to..." Rilla stopped there. She had to be careful what she told this boy, he could be a snitch, how did she know.

"Umm, sorry, that before was rude, I'm Rilla. A teppenpaw first year. Now kindly explain to me what we're suppose to be doing and I'll see how I can help, and maybe we'll have another group member shortly." Rilla hoped the Professor didn't overhear she hadn't been paying attention. Professors usually didn't like to hear such things.
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