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Max walked into the classroom. He didn't see anyone he knew, so he just took a seat near a boy that looked his age.(Shawn Perfy) "Ello, Im Max Ryans!" He said cheerfully to the boy. He smiled politely and took out the supplies he needed. He took out his sketch pad and started to draw a heart with a special design. He hoped he wasn't late. Because the teacher hadn't started class yet. He looked up and saw a few people talking still and doing other things, so he let it go. He just did not want to be late on his first day of classes.
Post by alexander2007 on Oct 31, 2007 11:53:50 GMT -5
"M'ning Gerrikins."
A chuckle sparked upon his lost lips, Gerard giving a nod to his friend as he took the other seat beside him. The other girl Emma was there, whom he happily waved to, but he realised he didn't know her all that well. Neither did he know Master Turner that well, but even so they had talked alot in that last class and discovered they shared a few of the same interests. Alexander was happy. Happy to have another friend, did that make sense? Mhhm. Obviously, but he often thought such random thoughts, he never knew when he made sense. It didn't matter, it just made him special.
A gaze to the board, he saw what they were learning. Interesting.
Post by emmawinters on Oct 31, 2007 13:53:51 GMT -5
Emma waved to Alex as she saw him enter the classroom. She glanced up at the teacher and then hurried over to where he had taken a seat. "Gerard and I are going to the ball thing tonight, do you still want to come with your date?" she whispered.
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Post by alexander2007 on Oct 31, 2007 14:12:26 GMT -5
Alexander was glad to see Emma waving back at him. She was soon rushing over to talk to him (when the teacher wasn't looking). "Yeah sure. We'll meet you there." He gave a short smile, looking to the Professor again. He didn't want Emma to get in trouble or anything. Or him for that matter, seeing as he was talking.
Gabriella let a small sigh escape her lips as she headed into the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She was hoping she wasn't late as it was her first day of classes and that wouldn't exactly be all that great if she was late for her first day. Running her fingers through her hair she saw many first years sitting at desks and Gabriella smiled, glad she recognized more than a few of them, there was Annasophia, Evee, Emma, Sophie-Ann and a bunch more. She noticed Max sitting there beside her other friend Shawn... or as his friends called him... Peanut Butter. Walking over to where Max was sitting she took a seat on the other side of him. "Hey," she said to Max with a small wave and a smile as she set her things down and rustled through her bags to find a quill or something to write with. "Am I late?" she then asked curiously looking from her bag to Max, waiting for his response. It didn't look like she was late but she couldn't exactly be sure.
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"Thanks," she said, noting the subtle bitterness in his very manly voice. It was probably that ex of his. She put him in a bad mood, didn't she? Poor guy... she told herself, shaking her head externally. She sat next to him, and he still seemed to want to stare straight ahead. It made Brenda wonder if he was like this all the time. She swallowed instead of coughing to clear her throat, and spoke again.
"Is it just me, or is that girl bothering you like crazy?" she asked politely, her tone quiet and unintrusive. It was a genuine question; she hated it when people were upset around her, even if she'd never really met them before. She didn't lean towards him, since that would be saved for whispers behind the teacher's back. If he wanted to talk to her, that is. Which, by his current state, looked like it wasn't really going to happen. He seemed in his own little world.
She glanced up at the board. "Introduction/Curses", right? she thought. Something makes me doubt we're actually going to be getting to the whole "casting curses" part today. She shrugged and withdrew a notebook with a green pen clipped onto the metal spirals of the pages. As typical, quills and parchment wouldn't cut it for her. It was too blobby and... messy. Gross.
Trace quickly entered the classroom. He didn't expect to be late, but it was a rough morning as it is. He looked around for a sit, thus staring at his classmates with a grin. His grin was more of a shock of the minority of the Slytherins. He walked slowly to the back of the classroom, still grinning, and near laughter. To think this school would have already reached it's potential, after so many years, ascension is still at it's lowest. He sat down, grabbed a parchment and waited quietly.
Logan was one of many who entered the classroom early. He was sitting at a desk as he noticed Emma. He waved to her, smiling. Wondering whether she was nervous, he turned back to face the teacher. He always wanted to learn about this class, it always sounded interesting. His fingers tapped against his desk top, waiting for class to begin.
Isaac followed closely behind Logan into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. His fingers curled tighter around the backpack slung over his left shoulder as he paused to look around. There were a lot of first years here. Luckily, he knew two of them. While his cousin was in the midst of waving to Emma, he flashed her a smile. Alright. Whew. Not so much of a reject now.
There was an empty desk beside Logan, so Isaac quickly claimed it before anyone else beat him to it. He dropped his bag to the floor and slouched down in his seat a little, listening acutely to Logan's annoying finger drum against the desktop. Hopefully class started soon. He was actually eager to learn something about Defense Against the Dark Arts. It had a lot of popularity and fame behind its name. Better be worth it.
Post by emmawinters on Oct 31, 2007 19:47:35 GMT -5
Emma returned Logan's wave and then saw Isaac enter the class. "Hey Isaac!" she whispered. She glanced between the two and then smiled. Cousins, definately, she decided.
Post by Alexander W. Black on Oct 31, 2007 19:53:20 GMT -5
Satisfied with the amount of students who entered the classroom, Alexander closed his book and just winked at Symantha, he didn't really expected teaching her at all, he totally forgot that she was a first year anyways. Oh how he missed quidditch. With a sigh, Alexander jumped of his desk and cleared his throat.
"If everyone now can please settle down, now that class with begin." Turning to Symantha, Alexander smiled "Ms. Grey, I'd suppose you'd have to call me Mister Black, for now" He grinned and looked over at the class, clapping his hands together. "Well as you all should know, this is Defense Against the Dark Arts, and here you'll be learning various of things that will help you as you progress through the many terms you'll be attending."
Taking a breath, Alexander began walking in front of the board, crossing his arms, and biting his bottom lip, which was still pierced of course. He wasn't going to let work stop him from wearing his piercings especially his eyebrow XD.
"Now to introduce myself and well a little bit of info. I'm Alexander Black, a new Teacher Assistant, and a recent Slytherin Graduate. I really expect the best out of all of you, and if there's anything you might just need, my doors are always open. You can always contact me either in person or by owl." Taking a small cough, Alexander stopped for a moment, facing the rest of the class.
"So, let's start. Defense Against the Dark Arts, what is it exactly? Well of course the name says it all doesn't it? Self explanatory. But what exactly is the Dark Arts? Anyone care to answer?" With his arms still crossed, Alexander bit his bottom lip, awaiting for any student to answer the question.
Despite Isaac's former intentions to remain quiet throughout the entire class period, he couldn't help himself. His arm lifted slowly, and soon his hand was in the air. "The study of magic, except the wrong way." His hand returned to the desk as he continued, trying to justify his answer a little bit. "Or, well, the bad way. You know, to practice spells and potions for malicious purposes, right?"
Post by emmawinters on Oct 31, 2007 20:09:51 GMT -5
Emma nodded, agreeing with his answer, but wanting to add her own spin on the definition. "Dark Arts can be basically anything related with evil practices, but specifically in this class it'd probably be referred to as being black magic, and demons, like Boggarts."
"Hahaha...wow...", whispered Trace. "I'll explain this better. Dark arts is a spin off in using magic for personal purposes that can effect others in ways that they might resist to. It's also known for it's dark usage in spells, Jinxs are known as Dark Arts for example, no matter how seldom they may be, it's still dark usage of magic. Dark Arts is mainly an art that we have adapted, it's been with us since the beginning. When there is light, there is darkness, but anyways, it's just an art that follows in with creatures of the unknown, how we use spells in malicious ways, and possibly mutation. Fact, the Basilisk is believed to have been created by during an experiment using the chicken and a frog.", he said leaning back. He looked at the teacher for the results, positive of his answer that he was right,
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Xiao had quickly stopped by the kitchens to get something to eat, before heading back up the stairs and then down the hall eating as she went. Before long she reached her DADA class, she quietly walked into the classroom smiling at everyone as she went and found a seat. Being the shy girl she is she didn't start a conversation, she just sat there quietly waiting for class to start.
Post by Alexander W. Black on Oct 31, 2007 20:47:14 GMT -5
Alexander began to nod, scratching his chin, facing the kids. "Well lets stop right there for now. Yes, each one of you have answered has the answer correct, but there's something to it I must disagree with. Now, the Dark Arts ladies and gentle is basically magic being used for wrong causes. As Mr. Maniaci here mentioned, magic that is used for malicious purposes is basically dark magic, not black magic."
Smiling slightly, this is where Alexander felt a bit uncomfortable. It reminded him of the times back when he was in charms with Professor Slughorn. At some points Alexander was correct but at times there was something that wasn't exactly correct as much. "Now, about boggarts and the basilisk. I won't be touching much of that at all during your first years becuase you'll be learning that as you progress later on. But may I just clear that boggarts may be considered dark creatures but they are harmless, including demons as well. Now about that basilisk, I'm not so sure about that."
Taking a breath, Alexander gripped his wand, tapping it on the board, with the following appearing:
The Dark Arts: The Dark Arts is a practice of magic that is used for wrong causes. Magic in fact is neutral. There's no such magic that is either good or bad. Though there is a type of magic that may be considered dark to many wizards and witches and that is curses.
"I expect for everyone to be writing this down, and make sure you have the right idea of what the Dark Arts is exactly. Does anyone have any questions before we move on?" Crossing his arms. Alexander went back to his habit of biting his lip and playing with his piercing. Taking a seat on his desk again, he forgot one thing to say "And by the way, Ms. Wong, next time I expect you to be early."
Trace dipped his feathered quill in the bottle of black ink. He grasped his parchment and began to write. First, the date was written to keep himself organized, thus the subject underneath. Looking at the board occasionally, he put the words down on his parchment, sentence by sentence, each neatly written. He paused after finishing the last jotted note on the board and gave a wide look around the class and returned back to his own little space.
[red]Grabbing out his "DADA Journal" Alias copied down exactly what the teacher had written on the board. Sighing, he mumbled to himself "[white]When are we going to get to the spells?[/white]". He didn't want to push himself, but he kept listening, his ears perked and ready to take in any information - afterall, this wasn't as boring as Muggle Public School, as he remembered it. Alias hadn't really wanted to answer any questions, he was brought up in the Wizarding world, but never really payed attention to what his parents said when he was younger. Copying down what the teacher had been saying, word for word - he realized he had started writing down that Mrs. Wong had been late! Scribbling that out, Alias brought his eyes up and started to listen again for the next question.
Emma listened intently as Black presented the correct definition of Dark Arts. Quill flying, she had written down all of the facts that had been up on the board, along with some side notes that she jotted down for her personal use.
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