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Yanni took notes on what the TA talked about. It annoyed him a little that they where writing. He had expected to be using their wands. But then again, it was only their first lesson. He knew he shouldn't jump the gun. Replacing his pen in the fold of his book, he looked to the TA for another set of intructions.
Her quill flew swiftly across her paper, as she kept writing. Word by word, of what the TA said; this wasn't hard at all. She could probably handle it pretty well. A smile on her face as she stared at her paper, she doubted anyone would see her. Which meant it was safe to show that one single smile, that no one else would ever see. This was easy. This was good. She could keep us. Although the idea of Dark Arts didn't actually appeal to her, as she fingered the bracelets on her hands, signature bracelets of hers. Black, and white. Opposite colors which she loved.
Post by gerardturner on Nov 1, 2007 14:01:48 GMT -5
Like any class, he found you had to write notes. That was always the case. In a way it annoyed him, but you had to do things you didn't like sometimes. And so he neatly scribbled them into his notebook, also listening to what Alexander was saying. He cast a grin to Alexander beside him (oh god, two alexanders). Except he would be calling Alexander Black, Mister Black. Easier that way, and he also had too.
You knew he would be late. What point was there in arriving early? Classes were forever pointless. How could he think anything else but that. Thomas knew better than others. But he could not control people. Not choose their opinions. He did not have that power, and doubted he ever would. It was not a power that likely excisted. Why would it? It seemed evil in ways. Summing up Thomas Valentine all too well. But evil was not something these folk quite enjoyed. It wasn't their cup of tea, as one might say. There was nothing he could do to change that. This was how they lived. He seemed so alone. So alone in all these thoughts. And he knew - that was all he needed wanted.
Thomas entered with a frown. As always. The symbol of a Valentine Boy was a frown. In his mind anyway. But what did it matter, no one noticed. He merely turned from this man (whomever he was) finding a seat. His eyes glaring at each and every student around him. He felt he could not be around them. A demonic fury danced in his eyes. They did not see yet, but they would. One day. The day they annoyed him. Oh yes, they would certainly see.
Post by emmawinters on Nov 1, 2007 14:40:08 GMT -5
Emma glanced up at the sound of the door creaking, another student late to class. What she saw surprised her. Instead of the student (who happened to be a Slytherian) rushing into class and quickly taking a seat, this one slowly came in, and with a frown. To anyone else this boy might have just been another old dirty sock to be ignored, but he intrigued her.
Watching as he found his seat, his eyes slowly shifted over to hers. She began to smile, but then saw that he was in fact glaring at not only her, but everyone else in the room. Her eyebrows knitted together and her eyes narrowed, returning the Slytherian boy's unwavering glare. Weird...
Faye listened intently and scribbled down her notes, taking in every word the T.A. said and writing them just as he said it. She looked up for a small instant to flip the strand of hair dangling from her eyes when she caught a late student glare at everyone. She raised an eyebrow, and let it fall as she gave him a sweet smile, figuring it would annoy of confuse him. Any time someone glared at her she did the opposite of them in hopes of making them as irritated as they made her by shooting her with their glare.
His head was down, just after writing he went back to being in his own little space. He didn't think that his first term would be so boring, but it had to be expected, besides, these were going to be the best 7 years of his life. As a first year, nothing much could or would go right for him, but there is always many ways to make the best of it. He seemed annoyed though, none of the upperclassmen gave him a chance, a chance to show who he really was. He pulled himself together, forcing himself to look upon the newest kid who just happened to be lurking about the room. A glare he did, moving his seemingly awkward eyes. It disgusted him at the most. Wow...I can see it now...this kid is so unsuccessful...not matter what house he's in...pathetic disgrace to the Slytherin House, he thought. He awakened his own eyes with disgust as they placed glances for the small 2 seconds of the moment.
Charlotte was late. Great. Well, she still didn't really have a hang on where the classrooms were located. And seeing as how this was her first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, maybe the Professor would give her a bit of slack? Although, he'd probably just say something like 'You should've found your classes earlier.' So, she'd keep her mouth shut and accept the scolding.
Out of breath from rushing down corridors and back, figuring out they were wrong, she finally entered the classroom. Bright green eyes glanced around the room, spotting no one she recognized. Not even her brother was her. What a useless twat. Sitting in a seat, she crossed her legs and made sure her skirt was proper before taking out her notebook and a pen. On the board were some notes, and she supposed that's what they'd talked about so far. Quickly, she jotted it all down.
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.
Finished with that, she looked around the room. There were so many people she didn't know. Sighing a bit, she bit her lip, her Monroe piercing evident on the left side of her upper lip. Red and black hair was down and it's usual straight, messy self. Doodling on her paper, she waited for the Teacher Assistant to say something, letting the leg that was crossed over the other bob a bit to a tune playing in her head.
Victiore finished brushing her hair and she put it up in a nice french bun. With her hair up she packed her parchment, books, quills and ink wells into her bag, she grabbed her wand and her timetable. Victiore decided to take her laptop and data projector, because she did not want it to get stolen of damaged.
Victiore walked her usual stride to her classroom she knew where it was because in her free- period the day before she went to find all her classroom, so she wouldn't get lost and be late to class. She opened the door the walked in, she found a seat next to where Emma's stuff was because she read the name on Emma's stuff.
She took out her quick-Quotes Quill and it started writing down every word the TA said.
It disgusted him. Utterly disgusted him that such things as these people would have the nerve to even glare back. Eyes rolled in their sockets. One girl meeting his eyes. Glaring back at him. It felt sickening. He felt sick. Sick in his stomach. People didn't do this to him. So why were they now?
Thomas shuffled away from this girl. He'd have words later. Nasty, unwanted words. Another girl looked to him. She gave a grin. How dare .. How dare she. A grin at one like him. It was not meant to happen. So why did it? So many differences. From the muggle world and the magical world. One obvious one, but so many others. Why? People had no need to return the glare he gave them all. It was how he lived. Lived his life. People did not need to interfere. Things weren't going as they were meant too. But it didn't mean he backed down. Didn't mean he stopped being whom he was. Never. The demon child - that had been what his parents had called him (he'd been listening into their conversation). That still made him one. Demon Child. Nothing magical, just him. Just a child. But with a demonic fury within.
"What? Do you have some sort of problem?" he whispered. Not only to this final boy that shared a glare to him. But the others. His voice had been sharp. Threatening in some way. Just a way of getting a message through to these other students. In hope of them understanding, he was not one to hurt.
Post by alexander2007 on Nov 4, 2007 4:01:54 GMT -5
There was a boy in class. Glaring at each and one of them, as though they were a piece of filth. Alexander wasn't like the others to repay glaring back at them. Instead ignored him, and let him get on with whatever he was doing. A sharp voice however escaped his mouth. It was the 'glaring boy'. He tried his best not to laugh at him. Ooh. What a 'ard man.
Post by grimvalentine on Nov 4, 2007 18:07:55 GMT -5
Raven bounced into the classroom silently sitting into a seat near her friend Evelyn. She put her stuff on her desk. She then looked around the room for other people she new. She of course avoided eye contact with anyone she didn't know. She soon turned back to the front of the classroom to read the board.
Post by Alexander W. Black on Nov 4, 2007 20:01:05 GMT -5
Alexander smiled slightly, looking over at the class. "If everyone may please quiet down, and discuss your matter far beyond from today's lesson. Now Ms. Evans, what is it exactly that you don't understand?" Alexander just simply ignored the rest of few first years who entered the classroom. He'd have to deal with that later on.
Alias, posture perfect, sitting on the edge of his seat - ready for anything, anything at all. He dozed off while listening to some fly hit the window several times, staring off into the window after what seemed like ages, watching the Whomping Willow's branches sway back and forth in the winds steady rhythm. Alias saw Mr. Black move to speak up, alarming the class all together - he had asked them all to be quiet, but - Alias didn't really find this a problem, he barely even spoke at all. Sighing, he started to pack up all his excess material's he didn't even use, putting them on the top of his mind - afraid of losing them before he needed them.[/red]
Hmph, quickly ignoring the professors words, he came to a swift tone of voice, that could be heard at least two or three desks away. It's not like he wanted to start a fight, but it's the fact that he was actually glared upon. It insulted him with disgust to be looked upon like that. His high honor of pride and just was not to be let down by someone who barely knew him at the least. Simply disgraceful. A boy of his kind needs to be respected, whether from his house and especially the opposing house. Leaning back he let out his words of pride, and with that evil grin of his he came to a halt, expressing his every rights of speech, "You should be asking yourself, do you have some sort of problem...coming in here and disrespecting me like that...you shouldn't even have the rights to look at me, let alone be in the same house as me. Pathetic", he said, with a calm, strong, yet firm tone.
Emma flinched when Thomas spat out, "What's your problem?" She felt bad about glaring back but that's how her whole life had been like...up until this point. She had always been hated and separated from the crowd and she had learned to just put on a mask and deal with it. Now, here where she actually belonged, she was finally loved but what did she do? Just glare at everyone else, she was disgusted with herself...
"Sir, I'm confused about why we should just learn about the [glow=red,2,300]dark arts[/glow], when we should learn about defending our selves against anything and everything, as first years I mean."
Pfft. Late for the first lesson. Typical Molly. 'Sorry I'm late' she said to her professor, walking into the room and taking an empty seat. What a great start. It was her first lesson at this school, and she was very late. And now she had missed the whole introduction thing, great. What was she meant to do now?
Molly took out her quill and began to write some notes. The Dark Arts she wrote in her fancy writing. She loved the dark arts, it was her favourite subject by far. She just had to work on getting to class on time and she was good.