[School Paper] T2: Meeting 1: Information

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Emery stood in the classroom wonderingly, gazing at the door across him. That was how all his lessons seemed to start, it seemed.

He had chosen, for this particular club, a room that had plenty of light streaming in through the windows, and lanterns hanging in every corner-- a huge difference compared to his Occlumency classroom. He had decided since much writing was to be done here, the room would have to be more exposed to usable light.

The room was circular, which was probably the most striking thing about it. There was a triangular patter on the ceiling, that eyes were drawn to the first few times you entered before you soon were too used to it to be fascinated any longer. The desks were not in a circular struture, like in his other classroom. Instead, they were lined in long rows, the flat surfaces completely clean with comfortable chairs behind them.

The walls were solid until they reached the average student's elbow, and then they turned completely into transparent glass, all around, showing the outside world. It was the evidence that the room was in one of the high, circular towers. Emery did always choose rooms with the most particular windows, he noticed.

On each desk, a bundle of parchment lay neatly on top, along with a single quill and inkwell. He would have required them to bring their own materials, but the ones that lay on their desks were not the type that most students carried around. Quick-quotes quills, although they were used to exaggerate stories by some, were most useful for many journalists.

The sun was still up, though he knew it wouldn't be for much longer. He wondered how many students would show up to sign up for the club, after being a part of his earlier class. Walking back to his desk, he shuffled a few spare bits of parchment before the door opened behind him.

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Liam entered the classroom cautiously. The notices around the school hadn't said to bring anything, so his free hands lingered in his warm pockets as he looked around. Naturally, the first thing that caught his eye was the triangular pattern on the roof, and then the walls- if you could call them that. They were more like windows.

The rows were neat and tidy, the classroom bright, and he had decided it wouldn't be so bad spending evenings here. Then, his gaze found the professor's back, and he felt suddenly nervous, being the first one to arrive.

"Er." He walked forward slightly, taking a seat in the third row, looking at the quill curiously. "Hello..." He managed, craning his neck toward the door, hoping to see another student.

[Thom Moen]

Thom had been devided about coming to the school newspaper. While he was cold towards all things academic, for days it had been stinging him that he should have left Hogwarts by now, yet still knew very little about writing. How was he ever going to be considered intelligent or worthy of some higher company if he could barely write properly?

He was embarrassed to be here, that was for sure. All the other students attending would undoubtably be younger than him, and have a sure interest in journalism. Would he be a joke?

Snap out of it, Thom, they're just kids - a newspaper written by stupid little kids. You'll be fine.

With that thought, although it did not entirely convince him, Thom entered the bizarre room and found Professor Walton, his steely Occlumency tutor, and a youngish Gryffindor he had never met before. 'Is this the newspaper?' he asked.

[Helia Ollivander]

"No, it's the ballroom dancing class," she teased as she walked in after Thom. "Do you prefer waltzing, or mambo?" She made her way towards a desk on the far left, close to the window-walls, trying to keep her book bag from disrupting the uniform lines of chairs. Yes, she knew the fliers had said no one was required to bring anything, but seeing as Helia kept absoloutly everything in her book bag - wand, wand making supplies, recent wands yet to be charmed, notebooks and parchment where she kept all her thoughts on classes, most recent reads, etc... - she refused to part with it so easily. Besides, always best to be prepared and what not.
She looked around, quite enjoying the layout of this room. Bright, open, cheery even. Quite a contrast from the Occlumency classroom, which was surprising as her gaze finally found the Professor running the newspaper. Professor Emery. 'Well, this should prove interesting...'

[Thom Moen]

'Hi,' Thom grinned as Helia walked in behind him, relieved to see a familiar face that was not so intimidating as Professor Walton. He paused for a moment before following her closely into the room. He felt a little out of place here amoung clever people. As an after thought, Thom added cheekily, 'I always prefered salsa myself.'

[Zachary Daniels]

Zach wasn't interested in writing, nor joining the club, but he realized that without someone there to corrupt it just slightly, the whole thing would be utterly useless and boring. Entering the door, he looked around and saw none of his Slytherin friends, so instead took a seat the furthest away from the Gryffindor, sneering in his general direction for good measure. Then, he sat and noticed with a slight jump, that Walton would be the instructor for the club.

Straightening up slightly, though he had no idea why, he played with the quill and waited for the meeting to begin. [/size][/color]

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Erin slipped into the room quietly and sat a few desks behind her fellow Slytherin. She gave a cold dark glare at the hufflepuff boy before turning her attention to the Professor. Erin has always been interested in writing and although she might not get along with some of the other students in the room she knew she needed to get more involved with the school.

[Helia Ollivander]

"Ahh, salsa. Do you prefer it with flour tortilla chips, or corn tortilla chips?" she was peaking nonsense and she didn't really care. She'd been thinking far too seriously lately and getting to joke around with a friend was pleasantly mind numbing.
She noticed curiously that not one, but two Slytherins had entered the class. She'd never really thought of Slytherins as the after-school extra curricular activities kind of people, but then again most people wouldn't peg a Ravenclaw for being the kind of trouble maker she was. She smirked slightly, then looked at the supplies on the table, "Parchment, ink well..." she stared incredulously at the quill pen. It was a shocking shade of green, and unusually long, comparative to the kind of quills she was used to. She picked it up and began looking it over, when it wiggled out of her fingers and stood straight up on the piece of paper in front of her. She smiled, "Ahh, a Quick Quotes quill." The pen began swirling about on the page leaving this notation: 'What a brilliant writing implement,' said the pleasantly surprised Ravenclaw girl, admiring her new tool for the school newspaper.'

[Thom Moen]

Thom laughed at Helia's random question. He then watched, bemused, as the Quick Quotes quill struggled from her fingers and leaped to a blank sheet of paper. Leaning over her shoulder, he raised his eyebrows at what it wrote. 'Fair enough,' he smiled. 'Can't argue with that...'

[Zachary Daniels]

Zach noticed Erin enter the room, and sent her somewhat of a friendly glance- which was really just his face without a sneer- before the moving quill caught his attention. His eyebrows raised and he called out, "How did you do that?" Looking back at his own quill, he frowned. "Move!"

It stayed still for a long moment, before quivering and writing down on his parchment, After trying to cheat away the innocent Hufflepuff's hard earned points, a nasty and demanding Slytherin boy, lost his house fif--"

Zachary scowled, shoving the quill off the parchment and crumpling it up. All Walton's fault, he decided.

[Lisa Lycott]

Lisa opened the door softly, having read many notices about the school newspaper starting up and immediately wanting to join. She bit her lip excitedly, noticing familiar faces and sending them an enthusiastic grin. Feeling a bit bare without her usual bookbag, she took a seat near Thom and Helia, but not so far away from the Gryffindor. She had decided to try and meet as many Gryffindors as she could, and hopefully try to create some house unity and pride.

They hadn't done too well in the cup last year, but she was going to do her best to make sure this year was different.

Noticing Professor Walton was the club instructor, she raised an eyebrow, sending Thom and Helia searching a glance.

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Liam glared back at the Slytherin, his mind running through many foul names he'd just love to throw at the boy, before noticing the Slytherin crumple up his parchment. Raising an eyebrow, he never moved his gaze from the thing and saw with delight that it hadn't been discarded.

As the students around him preoccupied himself, he rose his wand in the air and whispered, "Accio parchment!" Pointing it strictly at the one in front of the Slytherin. Immediately, it sprang into the air before pelting itself across the room and landing on Liam's desk. He smirked winningly, his mocking eyes reaching the boy's, before he began to uncrumple it.

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Emery chose that moment to turn around, his stony gaze set on the students in front of him. It satisfied him greatly to see that the classroom was filled with faces, both new and old, and that most were getting aquainted with their newest trinket. The quick-quotes quills.

The door at the back of the classroom shut softly, with a quiet click, though it was left unlocked in case any other student should wish to join them. Studying the faces closely, he nodded in approval once, before pulling a piece of parchment from his arms, and reading it over quickly. Then, he strode across the classroom and pinned it to the door, aware of the many gazes following him as he moved.

"This here," he gestured slightly toward the parchment, "Is a sign up sheet. Unlike classes, where you choose what lessons you wish to take and are automatically signed up for them before the term begins, when joining a club you have to take full responsibility and add your names to the list yourselves." He gave them a significant glance, before walking back toward the front of the classroom with brisk strides.

He noticed a few students begin to rustle in their seats, seemingly standing up to sign their names, but Emery shook his head and held up a hand. "All of you will learn with time, that when in any type of lesson with me as your Professor, you will have to try your absolute hardest to be patient. Before you sign up, I would like for you to sit through the information session and discover if you truly want to be a part of this project or not. You may sign up after the lesson is over."

When no one protested, though a few students looked as if they were about to, Emery spun on his heel and picked up that morning's edition of The Dailey Prophet. Holding it up in front of the students, he watched them intently.

"How many of you have subscribed to this paper?" He asked, in a clear voice.

[Helia Ollivander]

She tried to pay attention to her professor, but was still rather amazed by the pen that was still scribbling in front of her:
A rude slytherin boy did not respect his brilliant writing implement enough to simply pick it up and talk, thus it began writing his most recent, humiliating mis-hap where-
"Stop that!" she hissed at the pen. "If I want to humiliate someone I'll dig up the dirt myself, thank you" The quill pen made a grand flourish with its long feather, as if saying 'Fine, have it your way' then went rigid and fell flat onto the desk just like any other quill pen. Helia smiled, then listened as the Professor explained about the sign up sheet, and how no one was to write their name until after the introduction and how 'Patience is a virtue...'

[Zachary Daniels]

Zachary had been staring at the crumpled parchment sulkily with narrowed eyes, when it began to shudder. He looked around, blaming it on an open window, when suddenly the parchment hovered right under his nose. Reaching to grab it a second to late, he saw it zoom over to the Gryffindor boy and found himself staring into a mocking gaze.

Unfortunately, the Professor chose that moment to silence the room, so he had to bite back the words, You bloody, blundering Gryffindor git.

His face immediately flushed and he pulled out his own wand, whispering, "Accio Parchment!" It fluttered in the Gryffindors clutch, before detaching itself - hopfully giving the Gryffindor a few papercuts along the way - and landing back on Zachary's desk. He hoped it hadn't caught the Professor's attention, as this particular Professor wasn't one he would readily upset.

Then, he looked back at the Gryffindor with a smug smirk on his lips.