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Post by Deputy Head Morley on Feb 25, 2007 0:44:10 GMT
The first class of the term. She could only hope it would go better than the last class of the last term, which had fairly well bombed. When she realized only one student had showed up she didn't feel like making him go through the hideousness of Switching Spells alone, and sent him off a case of chocolate frogs for a consolation prize.
This term she planned to make her class a bit more fun, a bit more intriguing to those who were not already as in love with it as she was. She already had her first set of lessons planned, centered around the Transfiguration of Beasts and Beings. After the Animagus Tutor disappeared last term, she thought this class might give any not-yet-past-the-breaking-point students of hers the gumption they needed to finish what the esteemed Miss Vedette had started.
Yes, her first class was going to be a simple introduction to the thought of Animagi. Nothing major, just a simple lesson on why they were what they were, what they weren't, what they could and couldn't be, famous Animagi through history, and why they were important and useful to both Wizarding and Muggle society alike.
She doubted she would be as insightful or as helpful as her colleague had been, but she hoped to try and assist where she could. That was her job, afterall, as the new Deputy Head Mistress. To help students and faculty alike in any way, shape or form they might need it; And that was exactly what Professor Morley intended to do.
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Post by crash on Feb 25, 2007 2:49:45 GMT
Walking into the room, his appearance neat and his demeanor polite, Adair glanced briefly around. He had been given off the first few days of lesson due to his abrupt transfer, and had missed Divination-- he had not been so lucky to escape Transfiguration.
Although, the class was mildly entertaining. He had rather enjoyed the class at his previous school-- which, then again, had set quite higher standards. He wondered briefly how much these Hogwarts' Professors were qualified to to teach.
Stepping into the bizarre room, he took a seat near the middle, sending a small glance toward the woman up front. She seemed rather distasteful, and had some sort of obsession with the colour red. He was vaguely reminded of Layla, and grimaced, although secretly hoping the girl would make an appearance soon.
The castle was quite large, and unlike at his last school, there weren't any familiar faces or anyone forced to be his friend (and vice versa) because of business connections. Having been forced into companionship with the Gryffindor had brought back a sense of familiarity, as horrible as it sounded.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Feb 25, 2007 15:59:07 GMT
Girty ran down the corridor. She had heard a rumour about what will be happening in the Transfiguration lesson, and it definitely exited her. As she approached the room Girty stopped in front of the door. Making sure her robes were straight and hair was not a complete mess she pushed open the door and stepped inside the room.
Upon entering Girty noticed that the class was rather empty, but she was sure it would soon fill up if the rumours were correct.
Girty took a seat in the middle of the room and she gave the teacher a small wave, however she did not want to break the silence that was in the classroom unsure of what the temperament of the Slytherin in the room was. Looking around the room with a smile on her face Girty could not quite work out what to say. With a slight shrug of her shoulders she leaned down toward her bag and pulled out some parchment, her quill and of course her wand.
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Post by Deputy Head Morley on Feb 25, 2007 20:24:17 GMT
Imelda smiled as she watched the door swing open allowing an older Slytherin boy whom she did not recognize to enter the class. She watched as he looked with some disdain around the room. She shrugged, she was used to people not enjoying her style of decorating. It was rather unusual compared to other classrooms.
No two desks or chairs were exactly alike, for one thing. Every holiday she got she was at flea markets buying tables and desks and stools and chairs of different kinds for the students to feel more comfortable in her class. Her own desk and chair were no different. They didn't match at all. Her desk was something like a brass junglegym in the shape of a desk, with cubbyholes and compartments all over, standing nearly six feet in height. Behind it was a dark silver throne-like apparatus with jewels encrusted into its high back. The walls were a bright red, and colorful silk scarves hung from the seiling. It made Imelda happy just to walk into her classroom.
A moment later the door swung open again, this time to let an excited Hufflepuff enter. There could only be one Hufflepuff in the entire school who was that excited about this particular lesson, a name which she'd heard in the dark silence of the staffroom, and that was Girty Hubbles. A prize student if she'd ever heard of one. She smiled at the girl, then focused on both students and said, "Welcome, welcome. I think I'll give your classmates a few more minutes to arrive, then see where we are, hm? In the meantime, how does a Pumpkin Pasty sound?" she opened one of the drawers in her desk and pulled out two of the bright treats.
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Post by extreme on Feb 25, 2007 20:32:58 GMT
Torin walked into the classroom, momentarily stunned with the decor, before taking a seat at an oddly shape chair. He looked around at the other students in the class, noticing he was quite early - as he preferred - and pulled out his quills.
"Animagi?" He said to himself interestedly, before looking at the Professor and smiliing in greeting.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Feb 25, 2007 21:06:39 GMT
Girty’s eyes grew wide at the prospect of food. She smiled at the Professor and thought she would break the silence. Raising her hand into the air Girty opened her mouth to talk.
“Professor is it true? The rumours that is. Are we going to be studying Animagus?”
Her heart pounded even thinking about it, she had come so close to achieving a transformation. Girty waited with baited breath, the sudden surge of excitement filled her once more. It was enough to put her off thinking about food, which for Girty was an achievement.
As she waited a Ravenclaw appeared in the lesson, he too mumbled about Animagi, it was not just Girty who was exited.
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Post by Deputy Head Morley on Feb 25, 2007 21:17:02 GMT
The professor laughed whole-heartedly. "Ah, it seems word has gotten out about my lesson plan, has it?" she asked joyously. She walked around the room, putting Pumpkin Pasties on every desk, table, and stand in the room. When she got back to the front of the classroom she leaned against her desk and nodded, "Yes, we will be studying Animagi."
She held up her hand before any cheers, applause, or dreams of metamorphesing into a Chimaera or Mountain Lion could begin, however, "Don't get all excited and uppity just yet. These lessons will be entirely theory, there will not be a practical application as to how you actually transform. I just want you to figure out what the use of Animagi are in our society. With the Ministry buzzing about I can't exactly go about teaching room full's of student how to make the change... Well, I could try, but I'd get sacked for sure. Or worse, sent to Azkaban for poisoning the minds and bodies of impressionable young children--Though be wary, because if you do something to oppose them they'll work their arses off to try you as an adult..." she smirked, trying add a bit of humour to the end of her depressing rant.
She looked at the clock, then back at the three pupils, back to the clock again, "Alright, any questions not pertaining to today's lesson before we actually begin?" she asked clapping her hands together.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Feb 25, 2007 21:24:25 GMT
Once the Professor had finished stating that they would not be transforming in her lesson Girty could not help put feel depressed. Reaching for her pumpkin pastry she took a bite out of it mumbling to herself. Although the lesson was still going to be fun, and Girty had experience in almost every matter concerning changing into animal form whether through being an Animagus and darker ways.
“Professor. Might I be able to talk to you after the lesson please, regarding some extra curricular work?”
Girty prayed that Professor Morley knew what she was hinting at. According to Dan teachers have a habit of talking about there students to each other and the potential they have, Girty only hoped that the Professor may have over heard something to give her a hint of the process Girty had made in her earlier lessons.
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Post by layla on Feb 25, 2007 22:35:45 GMT
Layla was headed for Transfiguration. It had never been one of her favorite classes, she had never been good at Transfiguration. Once she tried a switching spell that was supposed to turn a Beetle into a Button, but somehow got the incantation wrong and turn it into a swarm of Bumble Bees. Ever since she had been slightly apprehensieve of the class, but thought that since it was on her time table she should probably show up. Didn't want to make a bad impression at her new school now did she? Well... actually she did, but that wasn't the point.
The point was, she had heard rumorus that the Transfiguration teacher had a lesson plan centered around Animagi. She couldn't imagine that someone would flat out teach a whole class of under age witches and wizards how to do it, but then again that Vedette had attempted it last year... Yes, she had done her homework, and it had nothing to do with her class.
Upon reaching the door she heard similar murmurings about Animagi and smiled. "It may very well have been worth showing up today..." she thoguht with a smile. And then she opened the door-
Her jaw dropped, "No, no, no, no, NO!" she thought both shocked and worried. Of all the people to be in her worst class, it had to be him! That stupid, insolent, aggravating- "Well, hello Telbor," she said as cheerily as possible, sitting down near, but behind him, in a red-cushioned captains chair, behind a massive wooden desk with a map of the world carved into its top. Although she wasn't one for sailing, she certainly liked the empowering-ness she felt from the furniture set.
She picked up a pumpkin pasty that was already set in fornt of her and began gently munching on it as she watched an exchange between the Professor and a Hufflepuff girl. She quirked an eyebrow, could this girl have a problem with Transfiguration too? She sighed, doubtful, but that didn't matter. She wasn't really all that worried about her grades anyhow. She was just here for looks.
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Post by Deputy Head Morley on Feb 25, 2007 23:05:04 GMT
Immi looked on as a Gryffindor girl entered and sat down by the Slytherin. Neither of them looked all too keen on being here, but at least the girl was enjoying her Pasty. 'One from each house... this works out well afterall,' she thought happily. Last year she'd had such an odd class it had almost been hard to remember what she was supposed to be teaching, but four? Four she could handle. Especially with this lesson.
She smiled over at Girty, knowing what she had in mind as far as 'extra-curricular work' was concerned. She heaved a heavy sigh and tilted her head, trying to act as if she were very troubled indeed to have such an untalented Transfigurer in her class, then said in a sorrowed voice, "That class hasn't even started and you're worried about your grades, Miss Hubbles? Hm, I suppose I can take a look at your time-table after class and see where we might could schedule a private tutoring session of some sort," she hoepd that the girl would catch onto the fact that withotu having asked the girl's name, she knew it, and that she did indeed know what the girl was talking about.
Then, with one last look at the clock, she flicked her wand. The door slammed shut and transfigured itself into a giant slab of marble. That way there was no chance of having to deduct House Points for people walking in late. Although to the students it might have seemed a drastic measure to keep any late students from entering, she really had the best intentions at heart.
Professor Morley pulled out her wand and turned to face her desk. She had never been fond of blackboards, they were useless most of the time and took up a lot of space. Instead she used Magic Writing against the back of her desk to write the following:
Gryffindor: 5
Ravenclaw: 5
Hufflepuff: 25
Slytherin: 5
She turned to her class, "Thank you all for showing up. Now, if you would please state your name and year for my future reference we can get started, hm?"
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Post by crash on Feb 26, 2007 7:43:29 GMT
Adair narrowed his eyes as Layla entered the room, though secretly harboring feelings of relief. Twisting in his seat while the Professor was preoccupied with a Hufflepuff, he arched a brow at her. "Decided to grace such a humble class with your stunning presence, Beauxbaton Queen?" He said rudely, eying her pastry. He still wasn't quite over the fact she had questioned his methods of manipulation.
The Professor's talk was ending it seemed, and Adair quickly shoved a parchment over to her that listed what could be found of Imelda Morley's history.
"Deputy Headteacher," He whispered with a serious look, before turning back around and sending his pastry a less-than-happy look. His previous academy had never given out treats in such a way, and he was almost frightened to eat it, fully expecting his old Headmaster to barge through the doors and give him a disappointed glare.
The Hufflepuff wandered back to her seat, and Adair waited patiently for the class to begin. As the ambitious Slytherin he was, he decided to answer first, never having been shy and always having been straight-forward.
"Adair Telbor, seventh." He said politely, giving her a pleasant smile. He almost wished the Gryffindor wasn't sitting behind him, soe she could see it wasn't painful.
Physically, anyway.
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Post by layla on Feb 26, 2007 18:56:41 GMT
"Better I the queen than you, Adair-" she said airily, "-so you might want to calm the drama down a bit," she nodded tersely and began twirling her wand through her fingers like a baton, reminding him that it wouldn't be good to start this up again right here and now. Though she couldn't help but think it would be amusing if in the middle of Transfiguration class his mind happened to change into that of a turkey's.
She gave a disgruntled look as he pushed a paper onto her desk. She was surprised at how short it was... barely one-third of the tiny page was filled with the Ministry's regulation type font:
Professor Imelda Jane Morley, 29
Wand: Willow, Phoenix Feather, nine and a half inches.
Registered Queen Alexandra's Birdwing Butterfly Animagus
- Uncharacteristic Bright Red Wingtips
- Large red spot on the Animagus' head
- Three brown stripes on right wing
Employment History: World Traveler until recently. Now working at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Transfigurations PRofessor and Deputy Head Mistress of the School.
Family History: Muggleborn. Engaged seven times, never married. All men MIA during a trip with Miss Morley. Investigations pending.
"This is all you could get on her?" she asked in disbelief. "Surely you and your amazing powers of persuasion could have at least found out her parents names?" she sighed. They must be trying to keep everything in both the Ministry and the School under wraps. Très confidentiel.
She waited a moment or two after Adair had introduced himself, then said "Layla LeMoine, Sixth Year."
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Feb 26, 2007 19:11:40 GMT
Girty could not help put let out a small laugh. The professor did know what she meant and was kind enough to agree, well she had said enough to put Girty’s mind at ease anyway. With a content smile she listened to what the other people had to say in the class, taking another bite out of the Pumpkin pastry.
She did notice that the Gryffindor who announce herself as Layla LeMoine had a piece of parchment on her table, which she was studying carefully. With a slight frown Girty turned to face the Professor once more.
“Girty Hubbles, sixth year.”
She nodded at the professor, she must have already knew something about Girty to agree to the ‘extra curricular activities’ so easily. This would be a fun lesson, a small class with a representative from every house could make it interesting.
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Post by crash on Feb 26, 2007 20:52:16 GMT
Adair scowled as a whisper of chatter reached his ears from the table behind him. It seemed she had read through the parchment already, which was quite small, and wasn't too satisfied. Tapping his finger irritatedly on his desk until she was finished insulting his work and introducing herself, he waited until the class had moved onto introducing themselves before twisting around again.
"She's the Deputy Headteacher," He said slowly, "I wouldn't expect to find her records on display in the Great Hall, if I were you, LeMoine."
Then, he moved back to his seat, pulling out his own copy, writing down the name Girty Hubbles in shiny ink just below Imelda's name. He had an itching feeling that she was someone he needed to get close to, he had heard something or another about Vedette, but as she was long gone he had reached a dead-end.
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Post by extreme on Feb 27, 2007 5:24:45 GMT
Realizing he was all that was left, Torin looked up curiously before smiling at the Professor. "Torin Paley, seventh year."
He tapped his quill quietly on his circular desk, before noticing the top was removable. Raising a brow, he pulled it open and peered inside with a frown.
Snapping it shut suddenly, he made a displeased face. "Mice." He said in explanation, though to no one in particular as there weren't many students and all seemed to be preoccupied.
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