Professor Bastian Reiner
January 21, 2005 8:23 PM
Lesson One (with me): Solido Urna by Professor Bastian Reiner
Ah.So it seemed his eager first years, albeit halfway through term first years, were capable of entering the classroom in some semblance of order. Good. It would make life easier, even more so when they had learned to do so with complete composure. He really wasn't interested in seeing hand reenactments of the lastest pro Quodpot match.
Sitting at the desk facing the desks the students were now weaving in and out of in order to find their seats, Bastian Reiner only spent a moment or two lifting his eyes, not his head, to watch their progression, before returning to his notes. The text which sat open before him was worn to the point of disintegration, but were it not for its being in the possession of a wizard, it would have met its demise decades past. Having one last note to scrawl before he risked forgetting it by starting class, Bastian adjusted his wire rim glasses and put the final period down with a distinct thunk, his ears noting the pleasant silence overtaking the class as it was quickly followed by the even more distinct thud of the text being closed.
Carefully setting his quill to rest just to the right of his inkwell, nib away from him, as he stood, Bastian finally lifted his eyes to take in those of his students, taking just long enough with each to make sure they had no doubt he was indeed meeting their gaze. Even as he do so, his hands shifted the book and parchment to sit perfectly on the desk's surface.
"I am Professor Reiner," he finally broke the silence, his voice even, confident, and leaving no mistake as to how seriously he took... well... everything. "And this is Transfiguration." He slowly stepped back from the desk, making his way over to stand in front of it, only the light fall of his heels punctuating his steps. "Here, a missed movement, a slurred anunciation, can mean the difference between success," he slowly crossed his arms over his tan tweed waistcoated chest, "and a nightmarish garble of what once was."
Coming to rest, leaning against the front of his desk, Bastian's open cut sleeves of his brown wool robes pooled slightly beside him. "Therefore, there will be no horseplay in this class, you will, however, conduct yourselves approproately at all times." Eyeing a few who looked to be potential troublemakers, he added, "And if the term is unfamiliar with you, I assure you I have ways of teaching you exactly what it means."
Pleased with the introductions, purposely lacking any salutations as they tended to lower the tone of the class, he suddenly stood to his full height, pointing to the chalk board behind him with the wand he had slipped out of his sleeve. "Today we will begin with inanimate to inanimate tranfiguration. Until I feel you have successfully mastered such a simple level of change, we will not go on to animate and risk endangering any lives outside of your own."
AS the chalk began to draw a diagram of the phases of change they would be covering that day, he pulled a fresh piece of parchment from his desk. "Solido Urna. A rather handy spell at times, and relatively simple. I say relatively because even the simplest spells can go wrong. So, the basics...
Solido Urna... turning a sheet of parchment into an inkwell. Due to the close relationship between paper and ink, the movement is simple, a single tap in the center of the paper, like so," he demonstrated the movement, "afterwards, with the tip still pointing at the center, a clear Solido Urna," at which the paper first began to fold up at the sides, slightly twisting as it began to resemble an inkwell similiar to the pewter one already on his desk, the paper darkening until it appeared to be bronze. "The tricky part in this is the aim. It is common to forget to be precise in it, but even the slightest lean on way or another can greatly affect the change. As can your intonation, anunciation, and of course..." he grinned slightly and eyed a student closest to him, "conviction."
"So," he suddenly said loudly, causing a few to jump in their seats, "considering all we'll have to overcome, there is no time to waste. Get out a sheet of parchment and begin."
OOC: Hello! I (the author) am much nicer than Bastian. Even I approach him much like one would a pitbull. Anyways, points. Here's how I like to award.
IC points: Impress Bastian and he may award a few. That in itself is a feat. Course, he also has a tendency to take them away too.
OOC points: Get detailed people! Posts less than three paragraphs, three complete sentences each won't get points. The longer, more detailed, and descriptive, the more points. Keep the thread going, and I'll give more. No one likes a thread that dies after two replies. *L*
Also... the more creative, the better! I always leave room for mishaps and whatnot. Rarely does anyone get it perfect the first time, so please, show me how you deal with it, Okay? Make me laugh myself to tears and I guarantee points!!!
Any questions, just ask.
BTW, for my 'office', post here and put [office] in the subject.
*toodles*\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Subthreads: That's like that origami thing, dude!! by Stephen Baxter with Jenna F, Stephen, Professor Reiner
That didn by Mia with Professor Reiner
Transfiguration by Elizabeth with Professor Reiner
no troublemakers here... or not by Jenna H with Professor Reiner, Jake Santoro (Teppenpaw)
Solido Urna, got it. by Tally (Teppenpaw) with Professor Reiner, Tally
An inkwell of sorts... by Chrissy Mathers (Crotalus)
We think not, Jenna... by Sorrel and Ash Craven (Pecari, both) with Professor Reiner, Ash and Sorrel, Stephen
I think I smell something burning by Zack Dill (Alderaan, er, Aladren) with Professor Reiner
0
Professor Bastian Reiner
Lesson One (with me): Solido Urna
0
Professor Bastian Reiner
1
5
Stephen Baxter
January 21, 2005 9:45 PM
That's like that origami thing, dude!! by Stephen Baxter
Stephen sat in his chair, rocking it onto the back two legs and seeing how long he could balance it without having to grab his desk for balance. By leaning this way with his head, and that way with his shoulder, he could keep it there, wobbling dangerously for nearly twenty seconds. Grinning and feeling satisfied with the new record, he looked up as the Professor started in on the lesson.Then he prompty slumped down into his seat. Not again! What was with all the boring professors who really needed get themselves an IV full of fun? This guy even put more effort into the dull and stuffy image by wearing a weird kind of shirt thing over his shirt, under his brown robes. And his voice was weird... not quite normal.
Blah, blah, Professor Reiner. Blah, blah, Transfiguration. Blah blah, do it right... Nightmarish garble? That sounded interesting enough... at least until the Professor descended into vague threats. Losing interest again, Stephen pulled open his book and flipped through it having a look at all the cool things that they were supposed to be learning at some point.
Unconsciously catching the name of the spell, he stopped when he came across the page that related to it. Bit dull, changing a piece of paper into and inkwell. But maybe it looked better than it sounded. Glancing back up, he caught sight of the parchment on the professor's desk moving around of its own accord. It looked like that Japanese paper thing that Alan's old girlfriend had liked... except that as it folded, it changed colour as well. Sitting up straighter for a better look, Stephen saw it change to the same colour as the school robes, and started to idly wonder what colour the ink was.
"So," Stephen jumped in his seat, the directed a very cross look the Professor's way, "considering all we'll have to overcome, there is no time to waste. Get out a sheet of parchment and begin."
Pulling a face again, Stephen pulled a piece of parchment out, then his wand. Doing as Reiner had instructed, he pointed his wand at the parchment, spoke the incantation, and then, before any effects could be noticeable, he recalled that reference to 'nightmarish garble'. He had already seen what happened when the spell was cast right, but this other option sounded much more interesting - and the book made no mention of it. With a quick glance under his eyebrows at the professor, he twitched his wand and waited to see what would happen...\n\n
39
Stephen Baxter
That's like that origami thing, dude!!
49
Stephen Baxter
0
5
Jenna F
January 22, 2005 3:21 PM
My big mouth by Jenna F
Jenna stared idly at the professor, professor...something. She couldn't even remember his name. Great. Not only was this whole speech slowly lulling her to sleep, if she had a question she wouldn't even be able to say his name. And that would probably annoy him. This guy came across really clear. No fooling around in class, Transfiguration is a dangerous subject, who knows what could happen, be careful, be respectful, no horse play, no trouble makers, no talking except the incantation, no breathing, no having fun...yeah, he came across clear. Slumping in her cahir, she closed hr eyes. Her mother had given her this speech before, only she had examples. Yeah, she had some uncle who was doing tansfiguration and turned himself into half unicorn, half mandrake, though how she wasn't all to sure. Apparently, he was hunted by crazed people and killed. Jenna didn't really think this was true, but she hadn't told her mother that. Her mother thought she was always right, and anyone who contradicted her was punished.Jenna sighed and leaned over to the person next to her.
"Hey! What's this guys name?" She asked, but immediatly straightened up again as she saw Professor No-name lock eyes with her. Whispering out of the corner of her mouth, she whispered, "Never mind." Before slumping back onto her desk and fighting the urge to either fall asleep, start laughing, or tell this guy that he really needed to shut up. Suddenly, a stroke of genius (so to speak) came upon her, and his name came to her head. Just as he finished his speech, something about a spell and turning parchment to the bottles that held ink, she couldn't remember their names either, she absentmindeldy blurted out the name "Reiner!" And rather loudly too. She covered her mouth and sunk so low in her chair you could barely see her. Then she straightened up. That would be way to obvious. She quickly got out a piece of parchment and took out her wand, trying to look normal.
She then realised she didn't know the spell. That was what she got for not paying any attention. Great. Simply wonderful.
I am so dead. Okay, it's okay, don't freak out, he probably didn't notice. She thought franticly, though the class was rather silent, and she was rather loud. Perfect. She couldn't wait to see where this was going. She sat up and stared at the piece of paper, wondering what the spell was. Then, cursing herself for being stupd, she opened the text book, looking for the spell.
She couldn't help but chuckle though. "Reiner..." Rather funny name. Although, Foster wasn't exactly the best name in the world.
"My stupid big mouth..." She muttered, finally looking up to see if the Professor noticed she had disrupted his class.\n\n
0
Jenna F
My big mouth
0
Jenna F
0
5
Stephen
January 23, 2005 5:51 AM
No, no, no... <i>I'm</i> the loudmouth! by Stephen
Even as he awaited the 'Nightmarish garble' there was a whisper from beside him. Before he could answer 'Professor Jeeves' - that was what the guy reminded him of! One of those British blokes. The Butler ones. Only slightly more... boring - she had told him not to mind, and shrugging he had turned back to his parchment which was starting to change.It was gradual... actually, it was much too slow for Stephen's liking. Giving the darkening parchment a sharp prod with his wand to see if it would make it change faster, he started as the girl next to him yelled.
"Reiner."
"No," Stephen corrected her absently, already turning back to his own work, "Jeeves."
There was something new happening now. It looked to have started to liquify. Giving it an experimental poke with his finger he pulled it back and had a closer look at his fingertip. The liquifying paper was sticky, and the tip of his finger was now the same colour and, like the rest, still changing. It seemed to be... ink.
Trying to wipe it off on his desk, he was pleased to find his fingerprints recreated on the surface in a dull brown colour. Grinning widely, he pulled on the sleeve of the girl and pointed at it.
"Check it out - it's the same colour as my hair!"
But it wasn't anymore. It had gained a greenish tinge.
And, he noticed, there was still some of the ink on his finger as well as the girl's sleeve.
He looked down at where the parchment had been. There was no shape left to show what it had once been. Even more obviously green ink was starting to ooze everywhere, running across his desk onto the girls. Dripping off the sides onto the floor in three directions and onto his lap and robes in the other.
But it was really the most brilliant shade... Stephen, not at all worried about the mess, leaned down to start searching though his bag for his spare inkwell.\n\n
39
Stephen
No, no, no... <i>I'm</i> the loudmouth!
0
Stephen
0
5
Jenna
January 23, 2005 10:30 AM
Eww! by Jenna
Jenna looked at the...whatever it was, that the guy was showing her. She looked at his hair, then back at the ink colour. It was a startling shade of green. She looked back at him."Unless I'm seeing things, that is NOT the colour of your hair." She told him. Having found the spell, she turned back to her parchment and started to say the spell. Quite annoyed that the parchment had turned more into a puddle of ink then an actual inkwell, she bent down to get another peice of parchment from her bag.
Just as she bent down, however, green ink started to ooze out of the boys...shape. Running along the desk, a whole lot of it spilled onto her hair. Sitting up and screaming, it then procceeded to spill onto her skirt.
Jenna jumped from her seat, green ink running down her face. She closed her eyes and tightly shut her mouth, but not before she let out a scream.
Not being able to see, seeing as her eyes were closed, she simply waited there, hoping someone would be nice enough to maybe CLEAN HER OFF!\n\n
0
Jenna
Eww!
0
Jenna
0
5
Professor Reiner
January 23, 2005 6:44 PM
Did I not warn you? by Professor Reiner
There was something about the one boy, a Stephen Baxter, if his roll parchment was anything to go by, that just screamed keep your eyes on me. Perhaps it was the boys glazey eyed look, or the way his lips formed a bored line, but it did, and Bastian wasn't about to let the ripplings of instinct go past him. He'd make sure to keep a watch on him.Walking amongst the desks, looking over the student's shoulders as they worked, he always made it a point to look up periodically at the boy. One time his attention was drawn to the girl beside him. Having his surname practically broadcast across the classroom wasn't the done thing. Noone was bleeding to death, after all.
His hazel eyes narrowing behind his glasses, he swiftly made his way behind the pair, his gaze taking in the green ink suddenly dripping from the left edge of his desk. Oh for the love of all things holy! One could have assumed this lot would at least be able to get somewhere close to the center of the parchment, not a edge!
His face hardening, his brow furrowed, he stepped up behind the two as the girl leapt to her feet, screaming. "Sit down, Miss Foster! Acting a fool will not rectify your condition." Placing a hand on her shoulder, Bastian pushed her to take her seat as he slid his wand from his sleeve. A few whispered spells and the damage was repaired, save perhaps, the girl's dignity, but then one had to actually have it to begin with to lose it. So, no real loss. Still, he couldn't let that outburst go unnoticed, "Five points from Crotalus for that display."
Having put the girl back to right, he turned his gaze back to the boy. "Mister Baxter, would you care to explain why your aim of your wand is so poor, or do you not know the difference between the directional terms center and edge?" A wave of his wand and a dictionary flew into his hand from the bookshelves to the right of his desk. Another wave and the desk of free of ink, save a permenant green stain.
Setting the book on the desk he tapped the cover, whispered inaudiably, and the book opened itself to the c's... namely, the word center. "Since I am loath to think someone your age would be incapable of gripping your wand, you shall copy the definitions of 'center' and 'edge', in proper cursive, then continue the lesson. I expect both the defintions and your transfigured inkwell on my desk by the end of class." He slipped his wand back in his sleeve, "Oh, and Mister Baxter, ten points from Pecari."
With that he crossed his arms behind his back and returned to walking about the room.
\n\n
0
Professor Reiner
Did I not warn you?
0
Professor Reiner
0
5
Stephen
January 24, 2005 10:43 AM
Well... I <i>might</i> have missed that bit... by Stephen
Having spent several seconds looking at the girl in surprise - what was wrong? He couldn't see anything particularly out of the ordinary going on - Stephen was glad to see Jeeves appear apparently from nowhere (just like a good butler) and stop her making the racket. It was taking attention from more important things. Like his awesome new green ink.It did seem a pity when the professor followed up with cleaning her robes though. The bright green was a definite improvement on the darker shade of their uniform robes.
That thought in mind, he pulled his chair in closer to the desk to prevent a similar fate ridding his robes of character. Stephen also hurridly started to get as much of the ink into his inkwell as possible. It seemed that Jeeves had some kind of vendetta against his ink, and indeed, before he even managed to secure enough to half fill the inkwell the prof was at it again, talking at him and waving his wand. Working quickly, he still managed to pay attention to the professor - a much easier task when he wasn't sounding entirely boring.
"I know," Stephen told Jeeves easily, "if you point at the centre you get a neat little japanese paper... I mean parchment inkwell. The centre," he continued as though imparting a great secret, "is that bit in the middle where the bullseye should be. The edge is where you get papercuts. Or parchment cuts..." he looked momentarily puzzled and paused in his efforts to collect the ink. "Can you get parchment cuts?"
The professor apparently wanted more out of him though than simple answers. Happy at the attention and the interesting things that were now happening - a book flew over, but sadly the ink (other than a brilliant stain that made his desk look really fantastic) was removed - Stephen complied.
Pulling a fresh piece of parchment out, Stephen grabbed his quill and tickled his nose with the feathery end while thinking. Obviously 'cursive' meant some kind of language that magical people were supposed to know. The only problem with that was that Stephen spoke American... and a little Spanish from elementry school, but not much. Just 'hello', 'goodbye' and 'get lost'. Actually, he hadn't learnt that last one from school. He'd heard it on Sesame Street when he'd been a little kid...
This cursive probably had something to do with curses, but Stephen didn't know much about those yet either. But, he realised, he did know about the muggle version of curses - Alan could be very vocal when he was working on his bikes and jammed a thumb or did some other damage to himself.
Yes, Stephen thought to himself. That should make Jeeves happy. He dipped his quill in his new ink and began writing:
Centre -
Edge - blasted cutting edge of the goddamn blade; ~-shaped thing or stupid part, e.g. crest of the darn ridge, meeting-line of surfaces, brink of precipice, boundary-line of surface. Screw it.
There. That was the first bit done. Stephen pulled yet another piece of parchment out and looked at it. Glancing at his almost empty inkwell he was tempted to just do the spell the same way again.
But Jeeves seemed to be spending an awful lot of time staring at him... and there was really no point in making more cool ink for it just to be magicked away again. And also... he had never worked out whether there was ink in the inkwell that the professor made... and if there was, what colour it was...
Pointing at the direct centre of the parchment, Stephen gave the spell a proper go.
\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
39
Stephen
Well... I <i>might</i> have missed that bit...
0
Stephen
0
5
Jenna
January 24, 2005 2:38 PM
Well, excuse me! by Jenna
Jenna was sat back down into her seat, which, she might have added, was govered in green in. After, apparently, her bad display that was inappropriate (really though, she had ink spilling on her hair, down her face and on her clothing, who wouldn't freak out?) she watched in anger as the Professor cleaned up all the ink, from the desk, the chair, her...everything. She smoothed out her skirt and got out another piece of parchment, glaring at the boy who had started this whole thing, since he obviously looked rather annoyed that all of his ink had been cleaned up. She shot the Professor a rather angry look when he took 5 points away from her house.She silently tsked at him, trying very hard to get back to the spell, but it couldn't be done. She was dang curious. Espicially when Reiner started lecturing the guy, Mister Baxter according to him, about center and edge. She watched as a large book flew to him and opened to the c's.
She watched as he pulled out a pice of parchment and started tickling his nose with his quill. As he began to write, Jenna stared up at the Professor. He did not look like a very happy man.
She quietly leaned over and stared disgustedly at his robes, which still had a trace of that horrible green ink on it. She looked at his parchment, wanting to see exactly how he was writing his definitions. She leaned over to see, and had to bite her lip to stop from laughing and losing more points.
She obviously wasn't the only one ticked off at Reiner.
She sat back in her seat, afraid of falling and getting more of that awful ink all over her now clean robes. She got out a pice of parchment, shooting the spell at the parchment. Watching as it turned into an inkwell, despite the fact that it was bright green. She must have gotten some of that ink in her brain.
She glared at the Professor. See, she cold do it, no matter how many points he took away.
\n\n
0
Jenna
Well, excuse me!
0
Jenna
0
5
Stephen
January 26, 2005 8:08 AM
What have you done <i>this</i> time? by Stephen
OOC: Just a little question to satisfy the old curiousity. Isn't this the Jenna who went away for a bit as stated on the OOC board? I got the impression you wouldn't be posting... which brings the question - who is this? The usual author, or someone else? Oh, and you might want to try a spell check - there were a few major mistakes in that last post. BIC:Stephen moved his seat a little further back from the desk, satisfied that Jeeves had moved back far enough to make it a safe move. Grinning fondly, he admired his newly decorated robes - they went so well with his newly decorated desk! It was a nice shade of green, he decided. One that should be recreated everywhere. It might be an interesting project for after the midterm break.
But to do that, he would have to master this spell. Taking a speculative look at his parchment and then his wand, he moved his arm to hold the wand perfectly poised and pointing down over the centre of the paper - there was no point in taking risks by having it anywhere else. Letting it descend a moment, he tapped the parchment, then brought it back up, still keeping it pointing directly down.
"Solido Urna," he said, thinking fiercely about green ink... an inkwell full of green ink. Bright green ink, not dark ink or a light colour, a nice even bright green.
His arm, not liking the position it was in protested and shook a little, losing his place in the middle of the circle momentarily. Frowning, Stephen quickly moved it back into place, and for good measure used his other hand to try and hold it steady. Taking his attention from his protesting arm for a moment, he glanced down, taking satisfaction - and grinning to prove it - in the fact that the parchment seemed to be busy folding itself vigorously.
The grin faltered as his arm did, and his attention went back to it instantly. Obviously there had been a reason that Professor Jeeves hadn't held his arm like this. Stephen tried to work out if he could move his arm and keep the wand still trained on the centre of the parchment, but with the parchment moving busily - and, he noticed as he tried to compare the tip of his wand's position against it, looking rather like a paper hat...
No! That was wrong. Inkwell. Inkwell. Inkwell! With green ink. Bright green ink. In an inkwell.
Knowing that it shouldn't make to big a difference at this stage, he lowered his arm into a more comfortable position, doing his best to keep the tip of his wand concentrated on the centre... on where the centre probably was.
The paper continued to move, folding this way and that, subtly changing shape and darkening into a green - whoo-hooo!!- then past it into a dark green, then an almost-black green and finally into a glossy black finish. The shape still was more hat than inkwell shaped, and Stephen just looked at it for a moment when it definitely looked to have finished changing.
"Inkwell?" he said hopefully, poking it with his wand. It proved resistant to his efforts.
Scrunching his nose and chewing on the inside of his cheek, Stephen continued to regard it for a little while. A glance to his side revealed that screaming-girl had something that looked like an inkwell - and in a well chosen colour too. He gave her a thumbs up of approval and turned back to his own.
It still looked like a black hat. A small black hat. Frowning, he reached over and pulled it closer, so he could peer down on it with more ease. Unlike usual paper hats, this one had a bit more detail to it - a band had appeared around it, with a tiny black feather in the side. But the dent in the middle...
Curious, Stephen picked up his quill. Holding the hat stationary with one hand, he poked the end into the dent. It had been hard to tell due to the dark colour, but apparently it was hollow. The quill hit bottom. Pausing to scratch his nose and attempt to exchange a glance with the girl beside him (thwarted as she seemed rather taken with glaring at Jeeves), he shrugged and withdrew the quill again.
It was glistening. Unfortunately, it wasn't glistening greenly, but rather blackly. Rolling his eyes, Stephen guessed that this would have to do (and anyhow, was there a rule against novelty inkwells? He hadn't heard anything!). Gathering up the hat-inkwell and his written definitions, he trotted up to the front and deposited them on the Professor's desk.
Having done that, he turned back around and looked at the classroom. His desk stood out like a sore thumb. A satisfied grin spread across his face as he looked at it. His desk. His lovely green desk... which matched his robes...
With a nervous glance at the anti-awesome green ink Jeeves, he dashed back to his seat, pulling it back up to the desk and doing his level best to look like he wasn't wearing ink-splattered robes.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
39
Stephen
What have you done <i>this</i> time?
0
Stephen
0
5
Jenna
January 27, 2005 1:04 PM
OOC by Jenna
Well, you see, my grandmother actually got over her thing about modern technology, and bought a computer! Everybody be happy for me!! Yay! Anyway, she thinks everything is going to go all wacky one day, but my father and uncle talked her into buying a tv and a computer, so my sister and I are no longer bored to death! And yes, I'm sorry, bad spelling! I hate spelling, so yeah...sorry, once again!\n\n
0
Jenna
OOC
0
Jenna
0
5
