Professor Levy
November 26, 2010 8:49 PM
Beginner Level: Lesson II (First and Second Years) by Professor Levy
If someone had walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, one might have thought Erika was converting the room to a library. There were piles of books stacked up on her desk. Those were the ones that she had come back from midterm with curtsy of Torra. Soon enough, they would be wife and wife. Unlike some couples, it was more difficult to plan their wedding since they saw each other so little and arrangements had to be made at certain times. For the most part, she was happy to leave it to whatever her girlfriend wanted. After all, it was to be her dream wedding. Erika was mostly happy that she would call Torra hers forever.However, Torra, being Torra, insisted that she send her any ideas she had or tell her anything she liked since it was supposed to be her wedding too. Though, she had promised to and really would look at all the information, Erika’s only insistences were standing at the altar and being able to wear a suit. She had found what she thought to be the perfect one and was planning on sending a picture of it, as soon as she got her class settled. That was where the stack of boxes on the floor came in. Those were ones that came from her collection. Some had been bought for enjoyment while others had been part of her secondary, university, and auror educations. Today, she would be passing some of that education along to her Beginner level students that were now filing into the classroom. “Good afternoon. “Hope everyone is ready for a lesson less than ordinary.”
Erika waited until they were all seated and ready before she began her lesson. “Many of you probably think nothing of picking up an object laying around or ripping open mail without seeing who it’s from. No second thought is given to these actions and if you lived only in the muggle world, you probably wouldn’t have to. Unfortunately, in the wizarding world, things are a little more dangerous. After all, if they weren’t, you wouldn’t be taking this class. Even the most ordinary of items, like a book,” she said, as she picked one up, “can be hazardous.”
“Some of you might be laughing at the very thought, however, there have been books known to burn out eyes, never let you stop reading, and even ones that cause you to speak in limericks for the rest of your life. All of these books have had spells placed on them to cause such things to happen. Today, you’ll get to experience a bit of what books can do. Some of the books I have here do absolutely nothing and some do. That’s up to you to find out. Fortunately, none of them do anything truly terrible or absolute. All of the effects of these spells can be ended with Finite Incantatem.”
After Erika gave the students a brief demonstration/review of Finite Incantatem, she went on, “You may choose any of the books in the boxes on the floor and you’re welcome to partner up with someone. If you have any questions, I’ll be working at my desk. Enjoy.” With that, she sat down on her desk and began clipping the picture that she was going to send. It was the traditional black, but rather than the boring white shirt, it had a ruffled shirt and had been designed for the female body, so it would show off her figure nicely. While she didn’t want to distract from Torra, she did want to look perfect dancing with her soon-to-be bride.
OOC: Minimum of ten well written sentences please, but remember the more detailed and creative the post, the more points earned! Have fun with the books, some might turn your hair blue or give other odd effects.
Subthreads: I'm smoked! by Marcus Williams (Pecari) with Renée Errant {Crotalus}
You really can’t judge a book by its cover by Neal Padrig, Pecari with Sam Bauer, Crotalus
Ew, that smell. by Ryan O'Malley, Crotalus with Sara Raines, Pecari
Jingle Bells by Kirstenna Melcher,Teppenpaw with Sophie Jamison [Pecari], Luke Valerio, Pecari
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Ryan O'Malley, Crotalus
December 08, 2010 7:43 PM
Ew, that smell. by Ryan O'Malley, Crotalus
Ryan didn't think he was very good at Defense. Aside from flying, it had been his lowest grade last time. His mother had, of course, derided him for this. She said that he was a boy, he was supposed to be tougher and more athletic. Of course, if he did the things that his mother said normal boys did, she would yell at him for being too rough. Ryan could never do anything right.Besides, he really wasn't a very physical person. He wasn't allowed to be. Because Ryan had been a preemie, his grandmother was convinced that he wasn't as strong as other children, an opinion his mother seemed to second and hate him because of. At least that was what Ryan thought. That his mom hated him because he had been a boy when she only wanted a girl and because he didn't fit her image of what a boy should be like.
Ryan was not so stupid that he didn't see the contradiction in this, but that didn't seem to matter. What mattered was that his mother hated him and he couldn't do anything right no matter what. Not for her anyway, and Ryan was constantly afraid he wouldn't be able to do anything right according to anyone else either. Particularly Professor Levy and Coach Pierce, because he couldn't fly and wasn't good at anything athletic that they did in Defense.
Fortunately, there was also a spellwork and an academic component of Defense and the Crotalus was better at those. Even more fortunate, was that today would be focusing on one of those components instead of something more athletic. Ryan was happy about this.
Not that he was particularly happy to deal with dangerous books, Ryan didn't really want to deal with anything dangerous though he knew he had to be ready to, in case his mother decided to start using magic to torture him. In fact, Ryan could make any lesson that Professor Levy taught relevant somehow to that. For example, what if his mother went and put curses on all his books? She seemed to think Ryan was too nerdy so he wouldn't put that past her. In fact, the first year wouldn't put anything past her.
He got up, grabbed a book out of the box and took it back to his seat. It was an ancient book and the title appeared to be worn off. Ryan couldn't imagine what it could be but being a Crotalus, approached it cautiously. It looked like a fairly harmless book, and he flipped it open to see what could be the matter with it.
That's when his eyes began to water because the book was omitting the most foul stench Ryan could have ever imagined! It smelled like a combination of garbage and manure rotting in the sun on a hot summer day. It smelled like death and decay and old socks that had been left under the bed for three years that were coated with mold and mildew. It smelled of the strongest dungbombs with a faint undertone of burnt popcorn.
And still, none of those descriptions were quite right. It was like all the bad smells in the world rolled into one horrid scent. Ryan's head was beginning to hurt and he was now fighting the urge to throw up. He couldn't do that though, he'd look like a major wimp. All the other kids would laugh at him-except maybe Sophie if she still wanted to be best friends with such a wuss-and Professor Levy would hate him too. Worst of all, it might get back to his mother and Merlin only knew what would happen then.
Actually, others were probably smelling this too and it was all Ryan's fault, like most things tended to be. Naturally, that only made him feel worse. He turned to the person next to him. "I'm so sorry." The first year apologized. Little did he know that he was the only one smelling the wretched odor.
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Sara Raines, Pecari
December 15, 2010 1:48 PM
Ow, my ears by Sara Raines, Pecari
The unusual state of the Defense classroom was enough to make Sara raise an eyebrow, but she quickly controlled her expression and took a seat. Since she had arrived too late to make the front row, she put her Potions and Transfiguration texts on the seat first and tapped the top one with her wand to make it slightly easier to sit on for an indeterminate amount of time. The trick actually raised her head a hair above some other people’s, and it was uncomfortable and called attention to her if anyone looked, but the other solution to the problem was kneeling on the seat in a skirt, and that…wasn’t really an option.She had to grow before next year. She just had to. The mere thought of spending seven years perching on top of books and looking up to everyone except perhaps her roommate and, no doubt, being laughed at a little for those things was intolerable. Just because she secretly admired Morgaine Carey didn’t mean she wanted to look like her. She had a similar secret spot of respect for Amelia Pierce, but it hadn’t driven her to join the Quidditch Team.
Once she had everything she thought she might need for class out, she reached up to tuck her thick, currently-straight dark hair back behind her ear and felt cool metal and glass as her fingers brushed one of her earrings – the new ones Aunt Margaret had brought her from Italy for Christmas. Oh, dear. She had meant to swap them for the gold studs before this class. Letting her hair fall back into place to hide her ears from the professor, she silently began to wish, as hard as she could, that they wouldn’t have a very active class today.
To her surprise, her wish was granted. Admittedly, the lesson was still potentially embarrassing, a little risky, but it wasn’t dueling, and none of the spells were properly dangerous. It was a good day. Sara smiled at the professor as she took a book and made her way back to her already book-ridden desk.
The smile went away, though, when she opened it and immediately felt her ears try to twist themselves off her head. She didn’t yelp, as much as she wanted to, but couldn’t hold back a startled gasp as her hands flew to her skull. Both ears were still twitching vigorously, shaking the heavy earrings in ways they really hadn’t been meant for.
She was convincing herself to let go of her head and reach for her wand when, beside her, she heard a miserable apology. Sara scanned him quickly, but there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with Ryan, so she concluded that he was sorry for her condition, and perhaps that he’d gotten a harmless book while she’d gotten a jinxed one. “I am, too,” she said, trying not to sound cross. “I’m glad your book wasn’t jinxed, but mine is horrid. Can you try to end the spell for me, please? I’m afraid that if I don’t hold my ears, my earrings are going to hurt me.”
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Sara Raines, Pecari
Ow, my ears
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Ryan
December 20, 2010 5:13 PM
You can't smell that smell? by Ryan
Although Ryan was currently feeling miserably sick to his stomach due the dreadful smell his book was producing,he had had chivalry drilled-or, rather,forced-into him from an early age. As had the belief that not only should he go out of his way to save girls like Sara Raines but that he himself needed to defer to everyone. That he was the very bottom of the heap, even if he was part of an 'important pureblood family' .Besides, Ryan didn't like to see anyone suffer really. It might have been soft of him, but it was how he felt. Even though it made him possibly seem kind of weak, the Crotalus didn't want others to be in pain. Which according to his mother made him unmanly.
Which he thought he would think was a good thing since his mother was all about how women were more important than men, though she taught Carrie that her main goal in life was to be a proper pureblood lady and marry a man who would (continue to) treat her like the princess his mother insisted she was. Exactly what Ryan's mother wanted him to be confused him terribly however.
So, because of the aforementioned reasons, Ryan felt that it was absolutely necessary to remove the spell from Sara's book before trying his own. Of course, then she wouldn't be able to practice what they're learning, but maybe she could fix the spell on Ryan's book instead.
Except Sara didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his book. Ryan was massively confused. Couldn't she smell it? It was only the most putrid scent he'd ever come across.
However, first things first. "Finite Incantatem" Ryan pointed his wand at Sara's book doing the motion. "I think that should help." He told his classmate as her ears seemed to stop moving around. Ryan was glad. He didn't want her to be hurting.
As for him, the smell was still leaking out of his book and he felt like he was going to gag. "Do you want to try doing the spell on mine? I mean, so you can practice it too. I mean, I don't quite get how you don't seem to be smelling that rancid odor coming off it but it's beginning to get to me. If you don't want to though, I'll do it." Ryan didn't want to force Sara into anything and he didn't think had the right to demand anything from anyone, especially not a proper pureblood girl like the Pecari.
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