Professor Lilac Crosby
September 03, 2010 4:28 PM
Button those trousers! [First and second years!] by Professor Lilac Crosby
Lilac was particularly excited for this lesson. Firstly, it was first and second years. At eleven and twelve, kids were so innocent and pure! It made her wish she had her own children. But, she decided, her having children would seem weird, considering she wasn’t married. She wasn’t even seeing any one, as her mother liked to point out, and she pointed it out often. The twenty-six year old could only return that she would find someone when she found someone, and her mother had to stop pushing so hard.But now was not the time to go off on a tangent and reminisce memories of her numerous discussions with her mother. Now was the time to prepare her lesson for the first and second years. The boys in particular would enjoy this class, and she hoped those girlish ladies that were bound to be in the class wouldn’t object too terribly much. Perhaps if they could give the brunette professor a good reason as to why they could not to perform the task, they could be excused. Maybe.
Realizing the time, Lilac quickly stood up, tripped, and pulled herself back up ungracefully. “Stupid big feet,” she blamed in a mumble, despite her feet being not that large at all, only size seven. Pulling open a drawer, she grabbed the “secret boxes” and, placing on some desks blue boxes and others pink, sighed.. With a swish of her wand, a piece of chalk began to scribble feverishly across the chalk board, drawing an illustration of the classroom from aerial view. The students would find out what was happening when they came in.
Finally, it was class time, and Lilac smiled in a friendly way to all the students who were to be coming in. Once it seemed they were all seated, she began to speak. “Good morning, students,” Lilac began, pausing to leave room for a returning hello. She wasn’t sure whether or not it was coming. “First thing is, do you see this seating chart on the board? It has places on each desk to allow room for a name. Please, in turns, come up and sign your name on the drawing of your desk. These will be your permanent seats, so I hope you didn’t sit by anyone you dislike!”
Lilac paused again for enough time to allow all of the students to walk up, grab the chalk, scribble their names down, and return to their seats. Her full lips forming a smile, she continued. “Hopefully, on your desk is a box?” When she didn’t think anyone would raise a hand to ask where their box was, she went on. “Prepare yourselves and open the boxes! Do not look inside, just put your hand in and pull out one of the little things inside.” Inside the boxes, of course, were beetles, and Lilac couldn’t help grinning internally. She thought heard a couple disgusted screams, and the grin became external.
“Please note,” she added quickly to erase her smile. “These are live beetles, and if left unattended, they will escape. Today, you will be turning them these beetles into shiny buttons. The incantation is Boapyga. Pulling a beetle out of the box on her own desk while she spoke, Lilac tapped her wand on the black beetle when she stated the incantation. In no time at all, the beetle transfigured into a sparkling black button. Holding up the button for the class to see, she added, “Your result should be something like this.”
“Be aware,” Lilac continued after a couple seconds of pausing, “These beetles will not be left as beetles. After class, I’ll untransfigure them and release them. Just thought you animal rights people might want to know. Ooh,” she quickly continued after a moment of thought. “Please, feel free to work in pairs or groups --no more than three to a group, please-- and help each other improve!”
“I’ll be walking around, making sure everything is going okay,” the gray-eyed woman began wrapping up. “If anyone has questions, raise your hand, and I’ll be there momentarily.” With a warm smile, she finished with those three words: “You may begin.”
OOC: I'd be super impressed with fifteen or twenty sentences from you children than a bare minimum post. Push yourselves, people! Standard posting rules apply, and be creative!
Subthreads: Wrinkling nose. by Jordan Adair, Crotalus with Sara Raines, Pecari, Jordan
*Is paranoid and checks trousers* by Ryan O'Malley,Crotalus with Neal Padrig, Pecari
Getting back to work. by Sam Bauer, Crotalus with Valentina Bentancourt
Finally something close to useful by Nova Wynn {Aladren} with Marcus Williams (Pecari), Nova, Professor Crosby, Prof. C.
Yes, more off-the-wall theories by Kirstenna Melcher,Teppenpaw with Luke Valerio, Pecari
Steaming up the place. by Jessica Zeworth [Pecari] with Dani Adair, Pecari
Fortunately, I am wearing robes. by Autumn Collins, Crotalus
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Button those trousers! [First and second years!]
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Kirstenna Melcher,Teppenpaw
September 06, 2010 9:18 PM
Yes, more off-the-wall theories by Kirstenna Melcher,Teppenpaw
Kirstenna entered the Transfiguration classroom right before the lesson started and sat down in the closest available seat which was the second row, by the wall by the door. She slumped against the wall, the normally peppy Kirstenna did not really want to be here today. Yes, Transfig was more interesting than Potions and not as often made into a competition as Defense, (which Kirstenna did give the Impostor credit for.)Still, it brought make too many memories that made the second year feel sad and a little guilty. This was the class where she'd first talked to Brian and formed her theories and now he was gone.
She eyed Professor Crosby-who Quentin might think was not actually a professor depending on the lesson, but Kirstenna didn't know how else to classify her-suspciously. The last professor had been an impostor, a kleptomaniac and possibly a kidnapper and a murderer. Kirstenna was pretty sure Brian was now residing in the same hotel room in Gallup, New Mexico as the real Janette Wolfe. She just hoped her friend wasn't also stashed under the floor boards, rotting beside the woman.
Unless, of course, the Impostor had now polyjuiced herself into Brian and was leading life as him. Kirstenna shuddered. That would be truly terrible, as if Brian came back, she wouldn't even know if it was really him.
Kirstenna wrote her name onto the seating chart, not really worried about who was sitting around her, as the Teppenpaw liked most people and most of her classmates seemed really friendly. One of the few that wasn't had an excuse too, because he was a robot built for Quidditch and robots didn't have emotions.
Actually, she hadn't seen him either but that was probably because he had malfunctioned, not been robot-napped.
She listlessly put her hand into the box as instructed than pulled it back out quickly. Inside was some kind of beetle. Well, Kirstenna had to admit, at least that wasn't something Professor Crosby would be stealing. Though the thought that she was out catching beetles was kind of creepy. Or maybe she raised them and Professor Crosby had some sort of beetle farm going in her quarters. Kind of gross but not illegal.
Unless, of course, Professor Crosby was breeding them to be some sort of unholy army that she was going to use to take over Sonora.
Or what if Professor Crosby and the Impostor were really the same person? The Impostor knew Headmistress Powell was onto her so she would have to change her identity. She could have come back here to kidnap Sophia and Quentin. Or keep an eye on Kirstenna.
Or she was just some other crazy lady, who wanted to turn the students into beetles, or feed them to her beetles. Or turn them into giant beetles so she could turn them into giant buttons. Or maybe Professor Crosby/Maybe the Impostor was just a huge fan of the musical group, the Beatles and loved them so much she wanted a collection of the insects that were their namesakes.
"So want to work with me on this?" Kirstenna asked, turning to the person next to her. Coming up with all those theories about the professor had suddenly energized her.
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Luke Valerio, Pecari
September 09, 2010 10:16 AM
Care to share? by Luke Valerio, Pecari
Luke still couldn’t believe that magic existed. How had he gone his entire life and not know that it existed? How did anyone? It seemed the sort of thing that would be noticeable, but he guessed that it was possible since here he was. Unless, it was some extraordinarily vivid dream, which would explain how it was possible it existed without existing. Yet, it would have had to be a really long dream for that to be the case. Not to mention, there was really nothing disorderly about the dream as dreams tended to be, so he decided that it more than likely wasn’t a dream.As such, it was best not to be late to class cause who knew what would happen if he was? When he was in fifth grade, if they misbehaved, they had to stand in front of the room and sing whatever song the teacher had picked. He had ended up singing all the songs she had in her drawer. Twice. He felt more sorry for the class than he did for himself since he had an awful singing voice, but it otherwise wasn’t much of a punishment as he enjoyed performing. He had definitely hammed it up, which the teacher hadn’t been too pleased with. Too bad for her, he hadn’t been here a year sooner.
Arriving to class, he took the nearest seat. It didn’t really matter to him if he sat in the front, the back, or in the middle. It didn’t matter to him if he was on the left or right. Wherever he ended up, Luke was sure he would end up being liked or hated by the person. There was very little in between, but he was fine with either. He was a fairly easygoing guy. He had to be in order to take the fact that magic existed as well as he was. Besides, learning magic would definitely have its advantages, especially when he was doing things that he shouldn’t be doing. He wondered if he would be allowed to use it outside of school. That would be cool!
The blonde groaned when he heard that they were to put their name on a seating chart. Lame! So far magical class seemed just like regular class. All of the teachers always put them into a seating chart. Though, most had put them in alphabetical order first. He had usually ended up next to his cousin, Shannon, who was one of the meanest girls he knew and one of the few people he didn’t like. Sure, he liked to play jokes once in a while and he was never one to turn down a dare, but he was never downright nasty to people. She had even beaten up a middle school kid when they were in fourth grade. That was definitely a plus to going here. She wasn’t.
Oooh, maybe the class wasn’t so bad! She wanted them to put their hand in a box of the unknown. They did things like this around Halloween when it would be things like spaghetti and grapes, which would be said to be worms and eyeballs. It was awesome! He couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for them and slipped his hand eagerly into the box. He jumped a little when he felt whatever it was crawling on him, but he pulled it out all the same. Sweet! It was a beetle. He studied the way the beetle moved across his open hand. He wasn’t worried that it would fly away. He always had a way with animals, insects included. But if it did, no problem. He would just pull out another one. And she had said they would be released after class anyhow.
“Sure,” Luke said to the girl next to him who had asked to partner. He didn’t know her, but then he didn’t know anyone yet. So, one person was just as good as another to start getting to know people. “I’m Luke Valerio. Isn’t this class so cool? I would never be allowed to play with beetles back home. My teacher was pretty upset when I brought a frog into the classroom once, but it was for show and tell. Was it really my fault if the frog jumped out of my hand and people started freaking out?” He didn’t mention that it had been mostly girlie girls that had started shrieking in case she was one of those kinds of girls. He didn’t really want to offend someone his partner since that wouldn’t have really been very funny.
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Kirstenna
September 12, 2010 6:35 PM
Always! by Kirstenna
Kirstenna nodded. "I'm Kirstenna Melcher. Transfiguration is awesome! The subject anyway, I'm not so sure about any of the teachers. Of course, my cousin says one has to be suspicious of who is and isn't a teacher anyway. He thinks if they don't really teach us anything, they aren't really teachers." Kirstenna, however, was more worried about the part where the teacher might really be a teacher but lying about everything else. Like whether or not this woman was really Professor Crosby.She wasn't sure. After all, the last professor had not really been Janette Wolfe, though she had been a professor. Kirstenna was however, not so sure about this woman. She could have really been Professor Crosby, and not The Impostor again.After all, the Impostor would have to be pretty stupid to come back here after kidnapping Brian and poisoning the Headmistress.
But then, the Impostor had to come back and get Sophia and Quentin. Of course, if she kidnapped Quentin then there would likely be real repercussions for her, as the Melcher family was not going to stand for anyone kidnapping their heir. She couldn't be that stupid.
Kirstenna wondered though, if it might be the best thing for the Impostor to try taking him though. Because all the victims could be returned then-the Teppenpaw was certain there were others besides Brian and the real Janette Wolfe-and she could have her friend back. She was certain that it was too late for the woman however.
But then Kirstenna did not want to risk her cousin. Besides, knowing how cold-hearted her aunt and uncle were, they'd probably just try to have another son and forget Quentin anyway. She didn't want to chance that because she cared about Quentin.
Besides, the Impostor might not be the immediate threat anyway. The immediate threat was possibly something quite different. The Beetle Lady...or perhaps she was the Button Lady.
No, it had to be beetles. If she was the Button Lady, she would just transfigure them all into buttons and beetles wouldn't be involved at all. Unless she wanted them to only half transfigure the beetles into buttons, and that was what the Beetle-Button Lady wanted, the students to become buttons but with beetle legs.
Kirstenna considered what her new partner, Luke said about the frog. "It really isn't your fault. I mean you brought in the frog, yes, but its not like you used mind control or anything to make it jump out at people." Or wait, maybe..."Did you?" Kirstenna asked.
Maybe if Luke had special telepathic powers, they could be harnessed for good and he could read the Beetle Lady's mind to find out exactly what she was planning. On the other hand, maybe he'd use it for evil, to control Kirstenna's mind! That would be awful.
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