Substitute Professor Lilac Crosby
April 17, 2011 2:02 PM
Cool off! [Fifth and sixth years!] by Substitute Professor Lilac Crosby
Lilac had never really subbed a lesson before, but she was entirely qualified for this particular subject. Personally, she had always felt her own subject, Transfigurations, and this subject, Charms, went a bit hand-in-hand. During her time as a student, she had been above proficient in both of these two subjects, only really choosing Transfigurations over Charms not for skill but for passion. Potions was another story, but in these two subjects, she excelled.She had played with the temperature of the Charms class room for this particular substituted lesson. Also, the scenery was changed. Instead of a regular class room, it was more like a beach. Sand coated the floors, and the desks were missing from the area. The only thing that made it not really like a beach was there was no water, but that was the point of the lesson, now wasn’t it?
Also, Lilac had cast a spell on the doorway that anyone who entered would immediately find their clothes transfigured into more water resistant clothes, like bathing suits. Of course, the bathing suits were school appropriate like hers, which was more like a tank top-and-shorts one piece, striped with red and white.
“Welcome, welcome!” she greeted cheerfully as the Advanced students began to enter. “Just find a place to stand for now--or you can sit in the sand.” After it seemed that everyone who was coming had already arrived, the brunette professor shut the door and stepped in front of the class.
“Hello, students! I think all of you know me, but just in case, my name is Professor Lilac Crosby. Professor McKindy finds himself unable to teach as this time, so I will be your substitute today!” Her grey eyes scanned over the faces, almost entirely familiar, for looks of shock or anger. Not recognizing any anger, she went on.
Fanning herself with her hand, she noted, “It’s awful warm in here, isn’t it? Just like summer. Show of hands: who is reading for summer vacation?” She grinned at the hands that rose. “Well, let’s have a miniature summer vacation here and now!”
“I require a volunteer!” she announced, then pulled the nearest student over next to her by the arm. “Thank you for volunteering!” Lilac said to the student. Facing the others, she continued, “We’re going to play a little bit of water tag to cool off in this hot, hot classroom. The Incantation is,” she paused to aim her wand at her volunteer, “Augamenti!” A spray of clear water shot out of her wand and hit the volunteer, not hard enough to be painful. Actually, it was probably very refreshing.
“Thank you,” she said to the volunteer before gesturing them away. “Just try the spell out on each other, run around, and have fun today!” concluded the Russian. Today was going to be a good day, and she was very glad she agreed to substitute.
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I'm trying.... by Marissa Stephenson, Crotalus
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Substitute Professor Lilac Crosby
Cool off! [Fifth and sixth years!]
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Jethro Smythe
April 21, 2011 9:58 AM
It's raining indoors by Jethro Smythe
The universe was usually fairly good at confusing Jethro, but today it seemed be to making a really concentrated effort. Readjusting post-midterm to his class schedule always presented Jethro with a challenge, but when he turned up to charms class to find Professor Crosby there, he wondered whether he'd gotten out of the wrong side of his bed in the morning, and in doing so had slipped into some parallel dimension, that was very similar to his own, with the obvious exception that his trasnfiguration professor taught charms. Jethro checked that he was in fact with the correct classmates, and seeing other fifth years and some sixth year students around him he was marginally mollified, until he noticed his peers were dressed in swimwear. His first thought was that he had forgotten this requirement, or perhaps had been absent when it was announced, but as he looked down to verify he was wearing uniform robes, Jethro instead noticed an outfit unlike one he had ever worn before, consisting of baggy knee-length shorts in an oddly tactile fabric with some sort of floral design, and a white cotton garment on his torso that he'd seen Muggleborns wear - he thought they called it a 'tea shirt.' He knew very definitely that he hadn't put on this outfit himself because he did not own anything that resembled his current attire. However, rather than vociferate his surprise, Jethro was accustomed to being surprised, confused, and nonplussed, and so continued into the classroom with an air of acceptance. This might play out to be a dream, or perhaps the unlikely series of events that would lead to Professor Crosby teacing them charms in bathing suits had actually occured in his own reality, but that didn't seem plausible.There were no desks, so Jethro lingered near the middle of the crowd of gathered students. The situation could be surmised as unpredictable, so just in case something bad was going to happen, Jethro would prefer to be among a crowd, rather than on the front row, for example. However, as Professor Crosby began talking, Jethro managed to listen enough to hear her say that Professor McKindy couldn't teach today, which would partially explain why she was there instead, but that was about all he managed to grasp before he was too distracted by sinking his toes into soft, warm sand to get anything more from the introduction. In fact he was absorbed in his own world of burying his own feet that when someone splashed him with a jet of cool water it took him completely by surprise. Looking up at the perpetrator, Jethro said, "That was wet."
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Alison Sinclair, Pecari
April 23, 2011 3:28 PM
As long as it's not raining cats and dogs. by Alison Sinclair, Pecari
The first sign Alison had that something was weird was that the long sleeves of her robes were no longer tickling her wrists. She raised her arm, confused, found it bare, and then looked down to see what she was wearing.“Huh,” she said, looking over the black swimwear she was suddenly wearing, then shrugged and moved on into the room, which was completely unrecognizable.
She wasn’t expecting to find Professor Crosby there, but neither was she exactly surprised once she did. McKindy might have been whimsical enough to mock up the room as a beach, but there were some things a woman teacher could get away with a lot more easily than a man one, and involuntarily putting girls in even modest swimsuits was one of them. If McKindy had done it, there was a decent chance he would have had some pureblood father after his blood by the end of the day. There was still a chance someone’s pureblood mother would throw a fit over her daughter showing this much leg in a class with boys in it, but Crosby was still significantly less likely to be thought of as being in it to ogle the students, especially since the guys seemed to be wearing t-shirts. Double standards were fun.
The room was as hot as a beach on top of looking like one, so Alison dug in her bag – cheap Crosby, not turning them all into beach bags complete with blankets and sunblock and bottles of water while she was at it – until she found the hair tie she kept around for Defense and Potions and pulled her long, dark brown hair up into a ponytail. Not as attractive as it was when she left it loose, but most of the guys around here either weren’t into girls or were in long-term, unacknowledged flirtations with girls which had begun before she ever thought of coming to Sonora, so that was all right. Besides, she had to assume they were going to be doing something active today, and she’d do better if her hair wasn’t flying forward into her eyes.
The adage went that assuming was bad for her and the speaker alike, but it turned out that this time, she was right. They were having a water fight. Fun times. She took out her wand and fired at random, not really aiming for anyone in particular, and hit one of the fifth years.
”That was wet,” he informed her.
“That’s kind of the point,” she told him, recognizing who he was now that she looked at him. Dana’s cousin, she thought, or brother or something like that. One of the Smythes, anyway. “We’re playing water tag.” Someone else hit her from behind, and she jumped with a little shriek before turning to fire back. This was gonna devolve into complete chaos in no time flat and make her whole day for her right here and now, regardless of what Fawcett did to them in Potions this afternoon.
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As long as it's not raining cats and dogs.
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Jethro
April 27, 2011 5:37 AM
That sounds like it might hurt by Jethro
"That's kind of the point,", said the girl who had used the water charm on him. Jethro knew her as Dana's roommate, and he remembered that her name was Alison, and that Dana liked her, but he didn't know anything else about her. She seemed to think that she was supposed to be making Jethro wet, and as someone then did the same to Alison he had to concur she was probably right. It would explain the strange attire - it didn't make sense to get their uniform robes all wet if they had to wear them for the rest of the day.Alison sent a water stream back at the person who'd hit her, and she made a sort of happy shrieking sound, which was an oxymoron as far as Jethro was concerned, but he had just witnessed it so didn't doubt its existence. He did however doubt that this world was actually real, and therefore while he would usually have minded entering into battle with a girl, even a battle that just involved making each other wet, he decided that this peculiar dreamworld wouldn't hold punishment for his participation.
He had no idea what 'water tag' was, but from a quick glance round the classroom-turned-beach, Jethro deduced it involved using the water charm to hit fellow students, and shrieking a lot. He wasn't convinced he could shriek, but in this dreamwork he believed he could cast a water charm successfully, so he aimed his wand at Alison, cast Augamenti and shot a stream of water towards her torso. He was pleased that his spell had - it wasn't a sensation he experienced all that often - and decided that this dream world or whatever it was could be a nice place to spend the day.
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That sounds like it might hurt
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Alison
April 28, 2011 1:52 PM
And be incredibly messy. by Alison
Her hastily-aimed spell missed, and Alison frowned, momentarily cross, at having her revenge thwarted by something as simple as not taking one second longer to plan and execute it. Then she shrugged again and focused back on the game as Jethro Smythe, apparently getting it now, joined in.“There you go,” she said, and retaliated. This was, she thought, maybe supposed to be kind of a fun class, a distraction from the fifth years’ issues with CATS and the sixth years’ growing awareness of just how short the year left before their RATS, not to mention the gap between now and their standard end-of-the-year exams, was, but she might as well get in some aiming and avoidance practice while she was at it. She’d heard a rumor the Defense RATS went both ways, demonstration of defensive spells and identification of both dark creatures and the best ways to handle them, and every little bit helped.
She’d never really worried about taking her CATS, trusting to her luck to get her through them as she usually did and usually got away with doing, but for some reason, the spectre of the RATS was already starting to bother her now more than that of CATS had the night before the exams had. She didn’t know what to do with it, but she definitely hoped it went away before or at least early into the crazy focus of next year, because she was toast if it got too much worse. Now, she sometimes felt that bowling-ball-in-stomach feeling of dread in brief flashes, every now and then, sometimes without warning or any conscious thought about exams; if that became a regular thing, she figured she’d go kind of nuts. Waiting was infinitely worse than just dealing with a problem, and seventh year, from the sounds of it, was just one long, endless-seeming hell of waiting to get something done that no one particularly wanted to do.
And learning stuff, but even that fell under the category, she was guessing, of prepping for the RATS and generally not thinking about anything else in life. Problem still present, problem still irresolvable on her own terms, problem still therefore a real pain to think about having next year. Day where she could act like a three-year-old playing with water guns with her roommate’s cousin, and anyone else who happened to wander by, therefore still a good thing.
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And be incredibly messy.
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