Drake O'Leary
February 26, 2006 6:17 PM
First Years - Lesson One by Drake O'Leary
He heard the chattering students in the classroom, his classroom, as he neared the door. He gave a sadistic smile. He always enjoyed the first day of class, the impression he gave through the initial meeting. He stormed into the classroom, his dark robes billowing behind him, as he took long strides to the front of the classroom. Once at the front, he merely looked at the students, waiting to see how they would react. After a brief pause, they began their chattering once more.With his dark eyes slanted in a glare and his dark red hair, shining like fire, he was a formible site to behold, forcing all eyes upon him when he recited in his deep baritone voice, "There will be absolutely no talking from the moment I enter this room, unless I have given you permission to do so, and the only time that I will grant this permission is when it is necessary for you to work in groups."
He gave a long look around the room to ensure no one was talking before continuing, "It is without doubt that there will be those of you who are not destined for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and will most likely, one day fall to these black arts. Others may do well enough to defend themselves. We can only hope..."
Turning around, he slipped his wand out from under his sleeve and said the incantantion for his name to appear on the board.
"Hopefully, you can all read. In the event that there are some of you, who cannot," he paused for a moment, "and I'm guessing there are. It states that my name is Drake O'Leary, however, you will not address me as anything, but Professor O'Leary. With that said, we will begin the lesson."
He walked, nearly stormed, over to his cupboard to pull out a rather large book. Turning around, book opened, he stated, "I assume that you all have this book, as it was on the assigned list. It is called The Dark Arts, Year One written by Annabell Gradison. Turn to page 130. We will be studying fairies."
After waiting a moment for everyone to open their books, a slight glare towards those who took their idle time, Drake began his lecture, "Fairies, or Fae, as they are known, can be quite dangerous."
He turned around to the sound of titters coming from one of the tables, he walked briskly over.
He towered over the students who had been tittering, "Do you think something is funny? I can assure you that fairies can be quite dangerous. They are very alluring to humans and wizards."
He turned quickly around, back to the front of the classroom, "This is not to say that all fairies are dangerous. Thanks to your fellow classmates, you have all earned the priviledge of providing me with an example of one dangerous and one benign fairie, as well as one spell to protect yourself. We will go around the room."
Drake stalked over to the nearest student on the end seat of the row, and nodded towards the person, "We shall begin with you."
He knew they would not enjoy this, but the information they discussed would be valuable. He hoped they would never have to learn how valuable.\n\n
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First Years - Lesson One
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Geoffrey Layne
February 26, 2006 8:58 PM
Flutter me fairies... by Geoffrey Layne
Geoffrey automatically sized up the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor when he entered the room. Anne wasn't in this class, so he had nothing better to do than observe the man and try to get an idea of him until class started. Engaging the person sitting beside him in conversation never crossed his mind. He hadn't yet made up his mind if the red-haired professor was intimidating or at least imposing, but he was certainly projecting himself as being so. There were teachers like that he could get along with, and there were teachers like that that he couldn't. If this was one of the latter variety, his current position on the front row would start moving steadily backwards each lesson.The professor made what, in a Muggle classroom, would have been a crucial mistake in his first few words. The only teachers Geoffrey had ever heard of with the ability to successfully pull of the respectful silence number were those like Waylon Barrett and Abigail Waleckstein, and those two figures of elementary school lore did it by sheer force of personality. He had no idea if the same principle applied in wizarding schools; neither of his parents were the sort to notice those things, and his mother was foreign. He kept his expression carefully blank and listened to Professor O'Leary's ever-so-encouraging opening lecture about falling to the Dark Arts. Geoffrey would have liked to ask if O'Leary meant dying because of Dark Magic or becoming a practitioner of it, but it didn't seem...prudent.
He pulled out the textbook and felt a bit of a grimace cross his face as he bent down, the sudden expression hidden by the angle. Never try lifting five-hundred-odd page hardcover textbooks with two fingers and your wrist, he thought, nearly dropping the book before he got it up. Hopefully, no one from the Quidditch team had noticed that one of the Beaters seemed to have difficulty lifting a textbook. He'd been getting too distracted lately, though he wasn't entirely sure why. He'd figured out how to lift textbooks without risking damage to his hands years earlier, when he first made the connection between such injuries and missed violin lessons.
Fairies? Is he out of his tree? Geoffrey was glad he had pulled off keeping his own face straight when O'Leary went off on some other poor fools who'd laughed. He hoped they weren't Aladrens, but wasn't going to look. Especially when the fact he wasn't dead sure something might not be showing in his own face after O'Leary suggested that wizards weren't humans was taken into consideration. That was taking pureblood supremacism in a new direction...most of the ones he'd heard of considered Muggles to be the sub-human group.
He was less amused when he became the less-than-merry professor's first victim. Keep cool, Layne. He probably doesn't bite, and if he does, then Dad can just get Aunt Melissa to arrest him. There were advantages to Uncle Harmon's choice of wife. Leaning back a bit in his seat as if to see the man more clearly, he clasped his hands loosely on the desk in front of him and played up the bit of British in his speech he'd picked up from his mother. "Well, sir, we use fairies as Christmas ornaments where I come from. No idea if they've a proper name beyond 'fairy', but I've never heard of them being aggressive towards humans. I suppose a doxy might count as dangerous, if you consider them to be fairies. Some experts don't, but...I think Mum said a basic Freezing Charm'll stop 'em if you haven't any soulution, and there's an antidone for the venom if you're bitten." He unclasped his hands and gave O'Leary a bland smile. He'd be sitting further back next time. \n\n
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Flutter me fairies...
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Melanie Rose
March 01, 2006 4:10 PM
Fairies, even 'muggles' should know this one. by Melanie Rose
Melanie walked into class in a much better mood than she was. She had flying before this. She sat as close to the front and the side as possible landing herself next to some boy. She had quietly waited until the teacher walked in. His prescence wasn't as the same as the other teachers she had met yet. He seemed very serious and after his speech on fairies he seemed to be no play. She only shrugged at this. She was more interested in the fairies. Some may have taken notice to his hair but she didn't she was use to seeing red hair. Half her family were red heads or they had brown. She just so happened to get stuck with the red. He had already yelled at some kid who was laughing at fairies being dangerous.As the teacher went on about dark arts and more things about fairies and how some are dangerous she was thinking of as many fairies she has heard about. Her mother loved fairies so she knew a little about some of them. This thinking actually came in handy. The teacher was going around the room and she was next after the boy. He spoke of using them as ordaments but he didn't know the name of one. It was her turn now.
"I believe some consider the Banshee to be a fairy. Although I don't. That would be considered a bad fairy if i did consider it to be one. As for a good one I'd say a Will O' the Wisp is a good fairy. Techniqually, they aren't fairies either. No one really knows what they are other than they look like flying balls of light. Also thought to be the souls of people or collected energy from ghosts." She answered unsurely.
She hasn't thought about fairies since her mother's birthday. She surprised her mom with a hand made book full of fairy information and pictures. It took alot to make but her mom loved it. Now she was glad she spent the month looking at all of those books to find ones her mom didn't know.\n\n
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Melanie Rose
Fairies, even 'muggles' should know this one.
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Geoffrey Spindler
March 04, 2006 3:27 AM
Are you out of your tree? by Geoffrey Spindler
This hadn't been one of the classes where Geoffrey had managed to find himself a nice safe spot where he could stay out of the spotlight. He'd slid into his seat, and then almost immediately found himself cringing as the Professor entered almost on Geoffrey's heels and got started on the class. Trying to avoid negative attention - why couldn't this by like flying where the teacher was at least reasonable, if slightly course (but a celebrity, so that was ok) unless Melanie opened her trap? - he kept his mouth shut and pulled out his books (the text book with a little difficulty, as it wasn't light by any definition), placing them on his desk so that there were in easy reach for when they were called for.It was enough to have anyone slipping further down into their seats. And his insistance on being called Professor O'Leary was completely unwarranted. Geoffrey would never have dreamt of calling the man anything else, it simply wasn't done, even if the man hadn't been terrifying it would have just been good manners and proper respect. It didn't seem the safest time to be upset about the implication that he couldn't read, so he carefully ingnored that comment and instead concentrated on the listening if something of more importance was said.
He was already flipping the pages of his text book when five words poked around in his head, demanding attention.
"We will be studying fairies."
Pausing, he looked up, took one look at the Professor's face and quickly looked down again, turning pages even more quickly until he reached page one hundred and thirty. The sound of laughter nearby made him even more determined to remain unnoticed, but it was not to be. First some other boy gave answers to the Professor's questions, an Aladren if his house badge was to believed. It was about this time that Geoff noticed who he was sitting next to.
The Crazy Teppenpaw. It was already far too late to move, and he didn't really fancing lugging the book around any further than necessary, not to mention that making an escape as Melanie gave her own answers was hardly likely to keep him from gaining unwanted attention. So he stayed put, and furiously strained his brain, trying to think of what things his tutor had mentioned about fairies, while keeping half an ear on the answers that Melanie was giving. Her suggestion for a good fairy pulled his attention back firmly though.
"If Will 'o the Wisps are being counted as fairies," he said as the professor reached him, "I'd have to say they're the bad kind, not good. They get people lost, and trick them into walking right into bogs and quicksand." His adventure books were quite adament on this point, and actually agreed with some things his tutor had mentioned on the subject, the mention having jolted the memory. "As for a good one," he continued to think desperately for a moment, wishing that he had better luck... luck... leprechauns! "Leprechauns. They're fairy like, and if you can catch one you can get wishes."
If Geoffrey had a leprechaun right now, for example, he'd be wishing for a nicer teacher, a seat away from Melanie and - his stomach rumbled and he felt his cheeks heating up - something to eat.\n\n
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Are you out of your tree?
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Ginger SIlverstein
March 04, 2006 2:11 PM
I wish I was in a tree. by Ginger SIlverstein
Since Ginger was the last person to come into the classroom, she was not able to pick her own seat. She had got lost, but managed to find the classroom in the knick of time. She found that the back was filled up."No no no this can't be!" She thought with much dismay. She had to sit behind a boy that she didn't know. She wasn't upset that Melenie was in front of her as well, but she wasn't happy that attention was going to be drawn to her. She was pleased with her progress in all of her other classes. In Transfiguration she didn't manage to completely transfigure a match into a needle, but she managed to meet someone. She met Adam (who was probably in the back no doubt) who seemed not only harmless, but nice as well. She was hoping that Guenther was around her somewhere. She looked for him, and gave him a nervous smile when she saw him. She met Guenther in the library one morning. She met Meleanie in Care of magical creatures when she was saying hello to Guenther. Meleanie was very brave, and as much as Ginger probably wouldn't tell her, she admired that. Each of the people she had just met were from different houses.Ginger was still feeling nervous about classes. It was because of the teachers. Ginger always got nervous when it came to meeting new people, and especially meeting new teachers. Ginger honestly didn't know what to expect with this teacher. Her stomach was turning inside, as it always did when she had to endure a new class.
Ginger slightly jumped when she heard the teacher come inside the classroom. The man reminded her of a necromancer with red hair. He was scary, but sort of interesting.
Ginger read a little bit of her Defense against the dark arts book when she was on her way to school. Lucky for her, she managed to read about the faery family. She got out her textbook, which had a black book cover on it, and was labled with a white out pen. A chill went down her spine when the teacher told off a student for laughing. It wasn't entirely funny, but it was a little odd to find a faery dangerous. Ginger frowned when the teacher said that everyone had to speak in front of class, and name a good, and bad faery.
Ginger wasn't happy about this at all, being in front of other people she didn't entirely know was bad enough, but speaking in front of them? A worried look came across her face. She searched her mind for what was a good faery, and what was a bad faery. Unfortunatly, Ginger had not studied protection spells, so she was clueless when it came to the last part. When the professor pointed at her she froze. "Um-um.." this was hopless. "Um a-a bad faery-i-is a p-pixi." She managed to get out, her face drained of the little amount of color she had. "Th-they st-steal things, and they hurt people for fun." She thought quickly of a good faery. "A-a good f-faery i-is wood faerys. Th-that l-live in tr-trees." Thank god that was over with. \n\n
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I wish I was in a tree.
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Melanie Rose
March 04, 2006 6:45 PM
Trees... hm.... I like them hehe! by Melanie Rose
Melanie listened to Geoffrey's comment on her choices of "fairies" to speak about. Then Ginger's right after."Personally, I believe it would depend on the fairy your talking to or seeing. Will O' the Wisps can be deceiving but some are very helpful. And as for Leprechauns, they are the trickiest fairy like creatures I've ever heard or read about. Believe me I did some research on them a few years ago. The wishes you get- you need to be specific. Very specific. You say one thing wrong and you can get something completely different than what you wanted. As an example from the movie series, 'The Leprechaun', The old man wished to "have" his gold. Conclusion to the wish- the old man litterally had the gold- IN HIS STOMACH! As if he was inpregnanted or something! They also run from everything, trying to hide as they use tricks to make you say or do something wrong. If you even blink- poof- Say good bye to your wishes, my friend." Melanie spoke with her hands, "Hence, why I think it is more on a personal matter, even with creatures. Centaurs as example have their own minds- like many other creatures. And their different personalities vary from the next one in line."
Melanie seemed pleased with her debate. She would of debated with Ginger on the Pixie issue because they are pesky creatures to begin with and they act up fore they have no other wish then play neverless did they care if it harmed anyone or not, although she decided against it. Poor Ginger sounded nervous from the start. Pixies are wild creatures just like any you'd find in the forests in Brazil. To Melanie that was the end of it.\n\n
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Melanie Rose
Trees... hm.... I like them hehe!
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Saul Pierce
March 23, 2006 10:12 AM
Evil Tinkerbell by Saul Pierce
Saul rolled his eyes at the strict rules laid out from the very begining. Seriously, was 'absolutely no talking' really neccessary? Sure, 'don't talk while I'm teaching' is fine, but 'absolutely no talking from the moment I enter the room' seemed kinda like overkill. And what if he got lazy and just wanted to call the guy Professor? Would that get him in trouble? He was seriously tempted to try.Saul couldn't help but laugh at the absolutely serious and almost ominous delivery of 'Fairies, or Fae, as they are known, can be quite dangerous.' He'd been raised a little more than half-muggle. His imagination offered up a picture of Tinkerbell in jail and snarling angrily at being foiled in her dastardly plots. He knew laughter was contagious and his poorly surpressed snickering set off some of the other kids close by.
His laughter cut off abruptly as the professor descended upon them and snapped out, "Do you think something is funny? I can assure you that fairies can be quite dangerous. They are very alluring to humans and wizards."
"Sorry," he tried to apologize, but his mental Tink assumed a provocative pose, then broke out into evil cackles. Saul tried really hard not to laugh again, but his mouth twitched despite his best efforts. Fortunately, the professor had turned abruptly on his heel and started stalking toward the front again, so he didn't see it. Saul used a hand to try to physically wipe the grin off his face.
He'd gotten himself pretty much under control by the time the teacher got to the front and announced that everyone was going to give an example of a good faery and a bad faery. If anyone shot him a nasty look for bringing that upon them, he didn't notice it.
By the time it got around to him, though, he'd figured out his answer. "Well, Professor," and there was that temptation thing, "a good fairy would be Tinkerbell. A dangerous one would be Tinkerbell in a bad mood."
Fairies weren't exactly a subject that Aunt Regina covered.
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Ginger Silverstein
March 26, 2006 8:30 PM
Oh man (stupid enter key) by Ginger Silverstein
Ginger couldn't help but let out a giggle when Saul said ""a good fairy would be Tinkerbell. A dangerous one would be Tinkerbell in a bad mood." That was the best reply to a question she heard in a class.She quickly stopped giggling when she looked over at the professor. She had an idea that he would give them more work, or make them go up against these evil fairys. Ginger couldn't imagine going into a battle with an evil, demonic Tinkerbell.
The idea of it made her want to laugh again, but she had a bad feeling that she would get scolded for sure. She accidently let out a laugh, and turned it into a cough. \n\n
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Oh man (stupid enter key)
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Guenther Heindrich
June 07, 2006 7:00 PM
*embarrassed* This might ruin my image as a tough guy. by Guenther Heindrich
Guenther had actually managed to find a seat in the back and away from Spike. Thank the gods!He didn't need a distraction in this class. He realized that it was his turn to answer and was quite nervous. Amazingly, this was a subject that he knew a lot about, especially Irish fairies.He was just so nervous because this might ruin the image that he got as being a tough guy just because he was big. He could just imagine the snickers. "Irish fairies." he said finally. "The first are the Dullahan. In a way they are kind of like banshees. They carry their heads in their arms as they ride a horse. The head glows while the Dullahan rides around Ireland and when the Dullahan stops, a mortal dies. Once the Dullahan says your name, you are doomed. They have supernatural sight. If they hold their heads in the air, they can see for long distances and because of this, they can see a dying person no matter where they lie. It is said that if you watch the Dullahan as they ride past you will be blinded in one eye or get a bucket of blood thrown in your face."
He smiled at himself. This might actually improve his image. He had given the most gruesome Irish fairy. \n\n
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Guenther Heindrich
*embarrassed* This might ruin my image as a tough guy.
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