Professor Lilac Crosby
September 24, 2010 11:06 PM
Confinement! [Seventh years!] by Professor Lilac Crosby
Lilac hadn’t wanted to wake up that morning. Once she did, she wished she hadn’t. She looked like a mess. Her short brown hair was tangled and unmanageable, ivory skin extremely pale, gray eyes drooping. Then she remembered her hair was always unmanageable, her skin was always pale, and her gray eyes always drooping. With a sigh, Lilac dressed herself and prepared for the day. It would be a good day, she decided. She loved good days so.Not terribly long after, Lilac sat in her class room. She wondered if the students who would flow in shortly were as nervous as she had been in her school days. Her school days were easy memories to summon; it had only been fifteen years since she was the little first year, nine since her seventh year, unsure of herself and of her surroundings, wondering if she could make it as a witch like her poor mother wanted. Lilac would’ve bet her last cent that her mother never saw her as a teacher one day, but here she was, teaching Transfiguration. The twenty-six year old had come so far since her days of youth in Russia. A smile crept upon her full lips thinking about all she had overcome, from a mild-mannered child to a sophisticated adult. Now if she could find a husband, her mother would leave her alone.
But now what not the time for contemplation! Students would be arriving! The brunette opened her classroom door for a quicker entrance for the students who soon piled in. Lilac smiled warmly as they found their seats, waiting until the last one sat to close the door with a flick of her wand. “Good morning, students,” she said welcomingly, her voice soft as silk yet in a tone that more than suggested but reaffirmed that she was the authority figure here. Lilac paused to allow a returning good morning from the students before going on. She was very excited, but the fair-skinned woman had the composure of a professional. Kind of.
“Allow me to begin with an introduction,” Lilac continued once her pause had passed. “As you may know, I am Professor Lilac Crosby. This, as I’m sure you all know, is Transfigurations class. Today we will be, you guessed it, transfiguring things.” Another paused followed; she had been hoping for some sort of chuckle or laugh. It didn’t seem like she’d be getting it now. “Well, I expect you’ll all enjoy today’s lesson, but first things first. Before I explain what we’re doing, get into partners. Partners, not groups. And hurry with it!“ She refused to say another word until the students were all paired off.
“All right now,” Lilac smiled, those droopy gray eyes sparkling with excitement, dazzling with anxiousness, even though the rest of her face seemed reasonably unexcited. “Decide who of you is going to go first,” she instructed, pausing once again to allow the students to do so. “The spell we’re going to use today is Incarcifors. It’s pronounced in-KAR-si-forz. Person A will point his or her wand at the nearest desk, transforming it into a metal cage, then flick the wand in the direction of Person B, thereby imprisoning him or her. I hope you all picked partners who are your friends.”
“After a successful attempt, Person A and Person B switch,” Lilac concluded. “I’ll be walking around to see how it goes. Nothing malicious now, children. Well, I guess I shouldn’t call you children. You’re seventeen year olds!… And make sure you let each other out of the cages! Also, please don’t hesitate to ask me if you’ve got questions.” With a reconfirming nod of the head, Lilac smiled. “You may begin.”
OOC: To answer your questions, yes, Lilac is insane. Please don't kill each other, that's all she asks. Be creative and go, go, go, my pretties!
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Chelsea Brockert, Aladren
September 30, 2010 6:56 AM
Let's get this over with. by Chelsea Brockert, Aladren
Chelsea sat primly in the Transfiguration classroom waiting for the lesson to begin because the sooner it began the sooner it would be over. While she waited, she sketched a few designs in what was supposed to be her class notes. Chelsea had never really needed to take notes in class especially when she was younger. As she got older and the classes got harder, she'd had to take more or not do as well in class. She usually chose the latter.It wasn't as if Chelsea couldn't get Os as she was brilliant-there was a reason she'd been sorted into Aladren after all-but it was just that she didn't care. As it was Transfiguration had always been one of her better subjects due to the fact that she tended to be more willing to do the work here than in say, Potions, which had involved touching filthy and repulsive things, and COMC which had been held outdoors. Charms had improved slightly since Professor McKindy took over even though the man's fashion sense was atrocious.
Another thing about Transfiguration that made Chelsea want to continue was that her cousin was supposedly a prodigy in it, and she hoped to show him up. It would be a damaging blow to Marshall's already too fragile psyche if someone bested in him the the thing he was truly good at and Chelsea wanted to deliver that blow. It would serve him right for usurping her parents' attention. Honestly, it wasn't as if his parents were dead, they just didn't care about him and that was just too bad.
As Professor Crosby walked in, Chelsea gave her a once over. The woman looked dreadful. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were droopy and she looked pale. Honestly, though it was an improvement over last year's tattooed freak and Professor Mckindy's downright disturbing clown wear, Professor Crosby needed a serious makeover. A brush and a little make-up would be a start. Looking presentable was important . Especially if you were going to be in front of a group of students. How on earth did Profesor Crosby expect her class to respect her and listen to her looking like that ?
Chelsea forced herself to listen as the teacher began. She rolled her eyes. Of course, they would be transfiguring things. This was Transfiguration and it wouldn't make much sense for them to do something else now would it? She sighed and turned to the person next to her. "Shall we?" The Aladren just wanted this class over with so she could do something more interesting. Chelsea was awfully sick of classes.
And her father wanted her to go to college. She needed to find a way out of that. She didn't think she could take four more years of drudgery. If only Chelsea could find someone to marry. She didn't want to be one of those pathetic girls who went off and got an education and a career rather than finding a man! She could end up like Professor Crosby that way. That woman had to be in her mid-twenties at least.
Well, that wasn't going to be Chelsea. No matter what she had to do.
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Let's get this over with.
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