Professor Olivers

November 21, 2012 8:09 PM
Working with three different age groups had initially been difficult for Florence who had never had to prepare full lesson plans before. With a term behind her, however, and no astounding conflicts, she had gotten her feet wet and was ready to swim into deeper waters. She could feel the vibe from some of her students who did not respect her, but she could understand that. If it wasn’t her great knowledge and experience with Charms, she wasn’t sure she would have gotten the job in the first place. She wanted to teach her students all that she could, but she knew earning their respect would be the most difficult.

As a former actress, Florence enjoyed implementing changes to the scenery and dressing the part of whatever culture she was using. Today, however, was going to be a day of practical testing, and she was dressed professionally in navy blue robes, short hair styled and well-kept as always. Her outfits were impeccable, always. She had had the students write an essay on the theoretical approach to the charm of their choosing, and they had a longer research essay due at the end of the term in lieu of an actual exam. As much as she enjoyed grading tests, she was interested in the ideas her students had about different charms, whether or not the arguments they made actually interested them.

Her desk was at the front of the classroom, but looked insignificant compared to the giant trees and forestry that made up the classroom. It looked like a clearing in the middle of the forest, complete with a deep lake that the students could jump into and be fully submerged if they wished. It was a little chilly in the room, but that was only because it was chillier outside. Today was going to be a treasure hunt, and Florence was indubitably excited for it. “As you walk in, please drop off your essay on my desk and find a seat anywhere you’d like.” She had no doubt her voice would carry; it was one of the perks of having practiced throwing her voice for so many years.

Once everyone had handed in their essay and was seated, she leaned against her desk, a canopy of leaves providing shade from the faux winter sun. “As you can see, today is not going to be a regular day,” she said, half-joking because no day was considered a ‘regular day.’ “In your syllabus you should have read that today was going to be the last practical quiz of the term. It is going to be a treasure hunt where you will need to use the charms that you learned up to this point in the term. You will need to find the prize and bring it back to me.” She passed out a piece of paper with the instructions on it with a flick of her wand. “Get into groups of three and look over the instructions.” She wanted to have the groups have one of each year in them, but she had gotten the feeling that it hadn’t gone spectacularly well the last several times she had tried it.

On the sheet of parchment, the instructions read as follows:
1. Summon the specific color of your stone. If you do not point your wand at the right area, it will not come. Don’t worry; if it comes flying at you, it will feel like a feather on impact.
2. Sever the stone in order to find the clue written on the inside. You must sever it perfectly in half and enlarge the stone in order to get the clue properly.


The second clue that the students would tell them exactly where to find the treasure, but when they got there, there would be some kind of obstacle, whether it be a large amount of thick thorns and briars that needs to be cut through, a disgusting amount of mud and filth and slime at the entrance covering up the treasure that needed to be completely cleaned off, or an extremely grumpy gnome would pop up and try to bite them in which a Freezing Charm or Cheering Charm, whichever the student chose, was necessary.

The prize they would find was in a small treasure chest with a rusty lock that needed to be unlocked at least a couple time before it would open. Inside was a round golden ball not unlike a snitch except that it didn’t fly and weighed several tons along with a piece of candy. The candy was for them as Florence would explain if they brought it up along with the prize. The ball would need to be levitated to her desk, an easy enough task for even the youngest students in her class though the object was very heavy.

In order to keep things clear, she had set the stone that they were supposed to summon in the beginning a different color for each student and put it into a different place. The different places consisted of trees, behind bushes, in the lake, and around odd places in the classroom where they would not stick out. This was going to be a lot of fun to watch. Florence stacked up the essays nicely and then nodded at her students. “Whenever you are ready, begin. If you have not found your treasure by the end of the class period, come up and see me.” With that, she waved her hand at them and sat down at her desk, watching them while pretending to look over their essays.

OOC: Ten sentences, creative posts, you know the drill. The charms you could use are Accio, Engorgio, Scourgify, Evanesco, Abrumpo (Severing Charm), Creohilaris (Cheering Charm), Frigus (Freezing Charm), Wingardium Leviosa, and Alohomora. There shouldn’t be any injuries unless someone falls into the lake trying to summon their stone or gets bitten by a gnome. If you need any assistance, tag Professor Olivers in the subject line.
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