Lesson 2 - All Years

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The day has arrived for Anya's second lesson of term. She's done quite fine for her first lesson, she thought, and hopes to do fantastic today. Afterall, she's made it to a second lesson without having to cancel the rest of her lessons for the whole term like she had done in the last four months. Entering inside her classroom that morning, she opens the windows to filter in some cool air as well as the bright sun.

Anya didn't have anything to write on the board since they would be reflecting the poems they have chosen into something more visual with meaning. The whole room was cleared with desks toward the walls and the center of the room had a very large piece of white canvas that stretched almost the length and width of the room.

A table stood to the front that had pails of acrylic paint and there were brushes of all sizes for everyone to use. Yes, today the students were going to interpret their poem into a surrealistic picture on that canvas along with everyone else's. And beside it, they were going to post their poem. Eventually when it would dry, Anya would hang it up in the room for the rest of the term, or perhaps the Entrance way of the school.

With the door wide open to her classroom, Anya takes a seat behind her desk with her freshly brewed orange blossom tea with creme and two cubes of sugar in it. Taking a small sip, she settles comfortably back into the cushion and waits.

[Holden J. Caulfield]

This Ain't a Scene! This is a Gawdd-mn Arm Race!

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Holden was ready for the second class of World of Literature. So far this class had been amazing. What he didn't like about it was that all the years were together. It would be much simplier to split up the years like everyone else. That's what Holden would have done. But Mrs. Slughorn wasn't Holden. Thank Gawd!

He walked into the classroom wearing a hunting hat and his new Chiodos hoodie. Yes, Holden was wearing a hunting hat like Jackson. =] His dad had sent him one thinking that Holden would like it. At first Holden thought the hat was all ghey and stuff. It looked so freakin' stupid! But it was red and black and Holden tried it on, for his Father's sakes and loved the hat. Holden hadn't taken it off since this morning. No reason Jackson wore a hat like this. It was love!

The Hufflepuff sat down and grinned. "Mrs. Slughorn, can I tell you something?" A frown shown up on his lips. She was going to kill him. How could he do something so terrible. It was just as bad as hitting the mascot with a fork! Or making fun of the guards at the Buckingham Palace. More worse than making fun of the Queen! =O

Holden waited for his teacher and Head of House to listen then he said, "I confess! I poked the badger with a spoon!" There it was off his chest. He acted so serious then a smile showed up on his face. Told you she was gonna kill him. Reasons are: 1] He told her something completely random. 2] Made a joke about the mascot of Hufflepuff. 3] He was being immature.

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[Elesy Miranda Longhorn *Rp?*]

Elesy had a quite interesting morning. Elesy had awoken earily, and, ate some breakfest, and, then had a little time for tea, yes odd, but, that's the way Elesy was when in a very calm, or even somewhat hyper mood. Elesy had on her Slytherin robes, with a jacket on. Elesy's hair was in a neat bun, which, had one headband which, went around, from the front of her head to the back, under her bun. Elesy was skipping down the halls, because, she felt like doing something fun. Elesy was although skipping slowly, because, she was in rush to get to the class, she just wanted to take in the day, and, enjoy every single second of it, while it lasted.


Elesy giggled slightly thinking of something really funny, and, she nearly tripped through the doorway of the classroom. Elesy caught balance, and, walked over near some Hufflepuff boy, who was acting immature. Elesy gave a slight grunt, and, ingored him, being completely immature. Elesy although had a slight giggle, because, it was sort of funny. Elesy looked around, and, she sort of wondered what the canvas were for, but, she pushed aside the thoughts right now, and, she began to hum softly, near silently, because, thats just what she felt like doing.


Elesy gave a slight sigh, after a moment of humming, and, thinking a little. She looked at her Professor, and, gave a smile.[/font]

[Kali Rune]

After just one lesson of World of Literature, which ended only a few days ago, the Slytherin was surprised that once again, she is headed to that class. The main concern that she has though is what poem or whatever to talk about. She does not know what her favorite is. Of course that's just one hard thing to answer. Besides that, Kali would not like to talk that much in class. Talking seems like a big waste of time, unless of course there is something to be said.

The Slytherin had indeed, not picked out a certain poem. She needed a choice. And deciding quickly was not something that she is good at. Even if 'quickly' means days. Why must she decide, that 's something that she does not like doing. But in life, you do need to decide. Ugh.

As she hurried to her seat, she noticed that there was a table, pull of paints. Wow. Are they going to be painting? Painting is a nice thing to do. It is somewhat like drawing, which the Slytherin enjoys. But in a way it is different from it. But what would they be painting? That is something that the Professor, Anya, could answer.

[amandalarsen]

After such a filling breakfast this morning, Amanda left the Hufflepuff table to go to the first class she had for the day. She had her poem picked out for World of Literature, as well as some old clothes, and she wondered what exactly they would be doing. The teacher seemed quite creative, especially after such a long speech during their first lesson, so Amanda was excited about this new class.

She hurried past many other students before she reached the open door to the World of Literature classroom. As she entered, she caught the second to last part of what Holden had confessed to Professor Slughorn, and she gasped loudly. "Holden! How-how could you!?" She exclaimed while setting her bag off to the side and waggling her finger at him.

"That poor badger. You could give us bad luck!" Whimpering she turned away and looked to the professor, only then to give a wide grin and a small wave. "Mornin' Prof- I mean Anya," she mentally knocked herself on the forehead as she went to retrieve an old long sleeve shirt to wear over her uniform. Slipping it on, her head finally poked out and she looked around.

Noticing that the desks were all pushed aside and that a large canvas laid in the middle of the room, she gasped slightly again. And then her sapphire orbs traveled to the table upfront that had many pails of colored acrylics and there were paint brushes. "Oh, we get to paint!" She beamed as she headed to the table, glancing at all the multiple colors and choosing which she'd like to start off first. "Wicked."

[Xiomara Lang]

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[amandalarsen]

There was a variety of colors that Amanda just could not choose which she'd like to use. Obviously her choice would be all, but that would depend on the lesson today. She knew they had to bring poems and old clothes. She's got both and that is it. Well, no matter, she can just play with the paint until class begins. Or maybe not since no one else was poking their fingers in the pails.

Turning the sound of Xiomara's voice, Amanda smiled brightly. "Mornin'!" Her reply to the Slytherin was more chipper than usual, but of course this had to be the most awesome class, so Amanda was very giddy. Her finger inconspicuously dipped into red and she just randomly wiped it on her sleeve. It was an old shirt, so it could end up a new colourful shirt.

Amanda looked back to Xiomara once she asked her a question, and she shook her head. "Not yet actually. I'm actually trying to fill in a few spaces open on the team," she looks around for any first years present before she moved closer to Xiomara, "but some of the newer kids are amateurs. However, they've got some egos that range higher than... Professor Sluggy, the evil one."

She eyes to tea-sipping professor and smiles pleasantly to her as she looked to be minding her own business. Amanda had it hard with her practice and wasn't entirely sure of who she wanted on the team. "But we've been having difficulties since it rained on our first practice. Literally fought with Holden there and it wasn't very clean or professional, especially infront of them kids."

"Anyway, hopefully I can fill the team up by the end of this week to get a practice going before actually trying to have a trial game with some other team. How about you? How's Slytherin doing?" She asked since she knew of Xiomara's position through Nathaniel. Obviously Nathaniel wasn't around, that tusser!

[Xiomara Lang]

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[nathanielhaake]

Nathaniel walked down the halls on his way to World of Literature. In his hand he had a sheet of a poem he had chosen earlier that morning for today's activity. He wondered what they would be doing until he finally arrived and entered through the doorway. Head cocked to the side, he looks at the large canvas and the table full of paints which Xiomara and Amanda were talking by.

Amanda and Xiomara talking? It's odd that his two best friends were starting to confide in each other, so does that mean he should talk to...Holden? Blue eyes scanned over the other Hufflepuff and he decidedly took a seat beside the Hufflepuff. Weren't the both of them... co-captains to their quidditch team too? "Funny ain't it? The two over there talking about the teams. Actually.. talking in general."

He'd only heard a sliver of the two's conversation about the try-outs, and he remembered that Slytherin's was difficult with those couple who have tried out. Not to mention that Lara Rookwood confused them with Rainne Fall being the current captain. Slipping off his messenger bag and then his cloak, Nathaniel rummages around for an old button-up shirt and puts it on for the activity. Amanda had hers on, so he may as well do the same by the looks of how messy they could get into today.

[doru]

Doru woke up rather late, to his brother shooting rubber bands at him and threatening to hide his guitar. He rushed to get his robes on and get down to class, he had already missed the first lesson for not being at school. He walked down the halls wondering which door the World of Literature class was in. One of the paintings caught him off guard, nearly making him jump, and asked him if he was lost, obviously it could tell D was new to Hogwarts. After a few more minutes, thanks to the directions from a very helpful painting Doru arrived at the right door.

Hesitantly Doru looked around the room, noting there were only six other students and a woman sitting behind a desk, most likely the professor. He walked into the room and saw the paper stretched across the class, and the table of paints. Wondering what he missed Doru stood at the back of the class room looking rather confused.

[Jade "Lizzy" Silvernacle]

Time for the second World of Lit. class and despite recent events Lizzy was kind of excited. They were doing thing with a poem of choice today and she was curious to see what they were doing. Leaving the Great Hall after a small breakfast of orange juice and an orange she headed towards the World of Lit. room.

Once there she gasped. They were going to animate their poems. Smiling to herself she walked around to where the paints were. Paints of every color imaginable. It was perfect for her Memories poem. She needed many colors of paint for her multi-colored footprints of memory.

Pulling herself from the joy of it all she looked around the room for someone she knew. She recognized Holden from classes, and she saw two friends Kali and Elsey. Smiling she waved at the two and sat down on the ground looking through the colors of acrylic paints that Anya had set out

[stickeen]

A smile played on Maci's lips as she walked through the corridors to World of Litterature. She was not late today and last lesson, Anya had told them that they were going to paint! There was nothing in the world that Maci loved to do more that paint, and she was looking forward to this lesson very much.

Entering the classroom, Maci took a seat near the middle of the clump of desks and took out her selected poem: The Sound Of The Sea by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Smiling, Maci looked up and waited for class to begin.

[josie]

Josie grinned as she walked along the corridor to the World Of Literature classroom, she'd been looking forward to it all week. She'd spent her spare moments between homework, classes and Quidditch figuring out what her favourite poem was.

She was an avid reader and had a few favourites but an all time favourite she'd had to think about. Now it was safely in her bag ready for the lesson, along with the oldest clothes she could find.

She entered the class room and smiled at the few familiar faces and of course the professor . . . Anya . . . she was going to have to remember that.

She spotted the canvas and paints and her grin grew wider. She could see this being entertaining and messy. She couldn't wait.

Taking a seat she dropped her bag on the floor by her feet, fidgeting slightly she couldn't wait for the lesson to begin.

[Holden J. Caulfield]

Holden looked up to see Amanda. "Okay look. He was making fun of me. I lost my voice and he was all 'Hahaha' so I poked it. I'm sorry. Gosh." He gave her a smile before she got all giggly over paint. Girls he would never understand.

Xiomara came in and Amanda and her began talking. Amanda seemed to know everyone. Go figure. Then Nathaniel walked in. Holden looked back to his desk in the corner waiting for Anya Slughorn to tell them to write the poem that they had found on the paper.

Nathaniel came to sit by him. o.O Was the world coming to an end? Woah. =] He looked to Nathaniel as he spoke about something being funny. "What is funny?," he asked. Holden didn't understand.

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[nathanielhaake]

Right, it wasn't like Holden would understand Nathaniel anyway. For his two best friends to converse infront of him was something new. If Alessa were here, matters would turn either for him or against him because of Xiomara. Amanda was like his sister, even if they did share some infatuated feelings for each other in their younger terms, but he was protective over her.

And then there was Xiomara, the love interest he wasn't sure he wanted to let go of. But after the Halloween Ball, his mind was made up, and he would still like to keep their friendship no matter what. So Holden wouldn't understand Nathaniel's position with the two talking over quidditch. To him, it was the next stage of getting over what mess he's created last term.

"Nevermind. Well, you just don't often see the most important people of your life who are so opposite, start talking to each other off a whim. Neither have met until recently, and for me it's sort of.. I dunno, a blessing? It's funny because it's like a sign to me, but it can't be if Alessa is also friends with Amanda. She's like the glue, you know? Ah well, I'm talking in riddles."

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Anya watched as her first student arrived, Holden, and took a seat against the wall along with the other desks. She sipped her tea peacefully until he interrupted her with a question. "Sure," she murmured, waiting for him to spill whatever it is he needed to tell her. She's known Holden only because of his friends' concern, but she wondered how he was doing now.

However, it seems like he was perfectly fine with such a reply like that. "Oh really?" She arched a brow in seriousness. "You know that's an offense against school policy. I mean, poking the house's mascot, tsk tsk Holden." She watched as other students filed in, along with a fellow Hufflepuff of Holden's, Amanda Larsen. Already chiding in him, she smiled delightfully, sipping in her tea.

Once all was settled, she stood up from her chair. "You know Holden, if I were serious about these matters though, I'd turn you into a badger myself," she winked as she set her tea aside. "But who hasn't poked the badger? Can't say I was very innocent myself when I was a young Hufflepuff back in the day." Memories of her first and second years here at Hogwarts were her best.

"Anyway," she looks to all her students present. Almost all the numbers that had attended her first lesson. "Good morning all! I hope you've brought your poems as well as some old clothes. As you can see, we have paints here on the table that Amanda has so graciously used already. Today we'll be painting. You'll paint a surrealistic picture of your poem through these colours and at the end you'll present it by reciting."

[doru]

Doru became even more confused “Painting?” he muttered to himself and glanced around at the other students. He remained quiet not sure if he should ask the professor if he should get some clothes or not. He wished he had convinced Milo to join the class with him, his brother would ask. He pushed his glasses up on his nose and thought about what she had said. Sure he knew many poems, so if it was just interpreting and reciting one of them it would be easy, but the painting part….. Well let’s just say not so much. Doru was literary and musically artistic but not visually.

[xxbrokenheartxx]

Aaryn rushed into class just in time to hear Anya speak. Something about a poem? Crap. She didn't realize there had been any homework. How stupid did she feel? Perhaps when the time came to do whatever need to be done, she'd just do some random things and recite something random to the class. Who knew, perhaps something good would come from it. Teehee. Hopefully.

She quickly scanned the room. She knew Holden, Captain, Haake, Elsey, and Rock. Wow. She knew a lot of people. 0.0 She hadn't known she'd known so many. She slipped into a seat in the back and looked up at the teacher, waiting for something else to happen and silently dreading the time when it came to recite to the class.

[Jade "Lizzy" Silvernacle]

Finally unable to resist the urge anymore Lizzy dipped a finger in one of the colors, bright green to be exact, and taking it she drew a rose on her forearm. Smiling at it she looked up as Anya started the class. Oooh this was going to be a fun class. Maybe she could take some of her anger out on the painting, or at least become a little less stressed thanks to it.

Hoping that by Anya's little intro to the class they were allowed to start Lizzy set her bag down, and pulled out a piece of parchment that had her poem on it. Studying it she decided that she was going to start with a beach at sunset, and then add a person before adding footprints with color accents to them as if to personify her poem's metaphorical meaning.

Looking up at Anya again she waited for the go ahead. She was anxious to start and really wanted to use the most of the time she could since hers would take a while to complete, but be absolutely beautiful when finished.

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"Hm, for those who haven't a poem, you can look through your books or on the shelves in the back where there is a library load of literary works. All are alphabetized by section, I'm sure of it," she smiles since she had one of her students do it for her terms ago. The books have never been touched since. "And those who do not have old clothes to wear, I suggest returning to your dorm and retrieving some, alright?"

The only thing her closet included in her room were costumes for various plays as well as props and older books. "I hope that straightens out everything for you. Any questions just come up to me. Just have some fun with this activity. You all may begin."