Amelia Decessum
Slytherin Head of House
Transfiguration Professor Animagi Professor
This is me when I'm not eating children for lunch.
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Post by Amelia Decessum on Jan 18, 2009 23:15:55 GMT -5
The storm from the night before had refused to let up completely; its steady, repetitive downfall stayed just as repetitive throughout the day. Hogwarts students were used to these storms, though, so paying attention certainly wouldn't be a problem -- and in Transfiguration, paying attention was a must. Naturally, one could study information out of the textbook, but practical lessons were much more efficient. Entering the Transfiguration classroom, there were quite a few rows of desks with plenty of space between each. The professor's desk rested at the front of the classroom, and one couldn't help noticing the large, black animal lying beside it: a panther, jade green eyes observing the students as they entered. Repeating students would probably know that the beast before them wasn't just any panther -- it was the animagus of their professor, Amelia Decessum. First year students, however, probably had no idea what was going on. On the board in Professor Decessum's neat, stylish hand was the following. Professor Amelia Decessum - Review the rules, if you have not done so already.
- Take your seats. Keep your mouths closed.
- Take out your textbooks and be prepared for notes -- I'm not one for introductions.
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Post by Maeve Campbell on Jan 19, 2009 11:03:24 GMT -5
Wow! The storm was definitely throwing some rain down. Maeve dashed into the castle from where she had been visiting her Herbology class. Soaking wet and maybe five pounds heavier as a result she paused in front of the Transfiguration classroom to wring out her robes.
Entering the classrom she felt confused and a tiny bit scared. There was a panther lying in front of the desk, no teacher to be seen. Exiting the class quickly she reentered. Yup, this was Transfiguration all right. Edging to an outside seat she couldn't help but feel the panther was staring at her.
Her neck ached as she watched the other students file in too. Finally, Maeve looked up at the board. Oh. her mouth silently formed the sound as she read what was written there.
She quickly retrieved her parchment and quill as well as her Transfiguration textbook from her bookbag.
This class seems like it will seriously be serious. Trying not to giggle at her thoughts she bit her lip and studied the first few pages of her Transfiguration textbook. It contained the Professor's rules and some information about Transfiguration.
Maeve was a decent student, her natural smarts taking her farther than studying, which constantly annoyed her teachers. As a result, her attention began to stray and she began doodling on her parchment while waiting for the teacher to show.
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Mike Blaze
Ravenclaw Sub Admin
Sixth Year
Indestructible, determination that is incorruptible.
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Post by Mike Blaze on Jan 19, 2009 12:46:26 GMT -5
Mike walked in, bag over his shoulder. He looked up at the front of the room, seeing the panther, well looked like Professor Decessum was here already, good thing Mike hadn't decided to come in late. He sat down in a seat away from other people, most of whom were Gryffindors. No sign of any Ravenclaws yet, he took his books and set them on the desk, along with some parchment and a quill. Leaning his chair back, with his feet up on the desk, crossing his arms. First class of the year was always enjoyable, none of the first years of course knew the panther was Professor Decessum, so of course, she'd transform, the first years would freak out, Mike would be cracking up laughing, as always. He smirked at this thought, surveying all the first years in the room right now who seemed more than calm, for now.
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Post by Katelynn Creperum on Jan 19, 2009 15:32:26 GMT -5
Katelynn strolled into the Transfiguration classroom, nonchalant to the weather and the panther on the desk. Everyone knew that Professor Decessum was an Animagus; it was just common knowledge that all Transfiguration teachers were so. Otherwise, they wouldn't be learning from the best, now would they? Tucking a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, her blue eyes scanned the room. Oh, hey, there was Mike. Any polite person would have plopped down right next to their friends, but Mike and her didn't get along all the time, so she refrained without difficulty. She instead slid into a seat a few desks away from the other two students who were there.
Obediently, the Slytherin took her textbook, parchment, her long, eagle owl quill, and a bottle of plain, black ink. She was fully prepared for this class, which most of the older students knew you had to be. Decessum wasn't one of the less strict professors, and she wouldn't hesitate to take points or hand out detentions -- even to members of her own House. Because, after all, she'd been Head of Slytherin House for the past several terms. To be honest, Katelynn sort of liked her. She was much better than most of the other professors, and taught them much more valuable stuff. Plus, it didn't hurt that Transfiguration was her favorite subject.
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Audrey Hitchcock
Gryffindor
Sixth Year
I ain't into the idea of living without you.
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Post by Audrey Hitchcock on Jan 21, 2009 1:28:05 GMT -5
Audrey Hitchcock donned her robes for the first time since she'd been back at Hogwarts and half-ran to Tranfiguration. There wasn't too much of a chance of her being late, but she was familiar with Professor Decessum's fondness for punctuality. She'd rather not push her luck.
As Audrey walked through the door (with plenty of time to spare, thank you very much!), she spotted Mike and took a seat next to him, glancing towards him only for a second before doing as the board instructed.
Audrey would have loved to use her spare time to talk to Mike, but she was not about to directly disobey something Professor Decessum had instructed them not to do. She was no first year. Audrey was well aware that the panther at the front of the room was really Ameila Decessum, and she also knew that she would be paying attention to who was doing as they were told. Plus, she was a Gryffindor is the Slytherin HOH's class. She wouldn't do anything to piss her off too much. No use in racking up her negative house points all on the first day of class. So, instead of talking, Audrey stared straight ahead, trying to head of the growing temptaion to speak to Mike.
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Post by Katarina Devanport on Jan 21, 2009 16:08:35 GMT -5
Katarina took a calm and collected step into the transfiguration classroom. For once, she was completely prepared; her uniform and hair was neat and her satchel was filled with supplies. Before even glancing around the classroom, she read the board. Review the rules? What rules? Eh, okay, I'll do that after taking a seat and taking out my text book. She allowed her eyes to glance around the room searching for Audrey. Upon finding her, a smile appeared on her lips and she took a seat and removed her text book, parchment, ink, and quill. "Good morning lovely" she directed towards Audrey.
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Hunter Kelly
Gryffindor
Seventh Year
Every man has a Molly...
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Post by Hunter Kelly on Jan 21, 2009 16:09:41 GMT -5
Hunter walked into the Transfiguration class room and looked around for a second. He spotted the seat he would take. Just behind Audrey. That's pretty much where he always sat when they had classes together. He noticed Professor Decessum was at the front of the room in panther form. He smiled and went to her side. Laying a hand on her head, he said, "Good morning, Professor."
Laughing as he walked to his seat, he read the board and took his supplies out. "Hey Mike, Audrey." He looked at the two of them, neither of them looking at each other. "Everything alright?" A cocky grin spread across Hunter's face. "Trouble in paradise?" Hunter laughed again. He didn't particuarly want them to break up, but it was funny to see them squirm. That's why you don't do relationships. he thoguth to himself. It all just gets awkward in the end.
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Mike Blaze
Ravenclaw Sub Admin
Sixth Year
Indestructible, determination that is incorruptible.
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Post by Mike Blaze on Jan 21, 2009 16:20:45 GMT -5
"Trouble in paradise?"
Mike who didn't want to get himself for trouble, or worse, get Audrey in trouble, hadn't said a word. But when he heard Hunter spoke these words, his mind spun, where the hell had he heard this before? Then he realized, Julia had said this the first day he met her, after Mike told her that he hadn't seen Audrey, ah well, Audrey wasn't as busy with stuff, so she and Mike were together once again, so no, no trouble in paradise. "Nah everything is great." Mike said nodding at Hunter, then looking at Audrey, smiling, taking her hand in his. "How's it goin Kat?" Mike said nodding at Katarina after he had turned around to answer Hunter.
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Post by Katarina Devanport on Jan 21, 2009 16:31:39 GMT -5
How's it goin Kat?
She cast a glance from Hunter, to Audrey, to Mike. "Eh.. it's... going..." she replied awkwardly. Despite the fact that Mike was the quidditch team captian AND Audrey's boyfriend, she just hadn't built trust for him yet. Therefor, no technical friendship existed.
Mike better hope there's no trouble in paradise, otherwise he'll find out what it's like to have a broomstick shoved up his ass. She looked back at Hunter. "Long time no see, mate. How are you doing?"
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Post by Annabelle Delacord on Jan 22, 2009 22:54:14 GMT -5
Annabelle skipped into class. That is right she skipped dammit, have an issue take it up with her narrator...which is me, and if your smart you'll shush it. Anywhooo. She skipped into Transfiguartion and plopped gently into an isle seat towards the front. She liked the front. Was easier to pay attention there. Her gaze came first to the bored, and she sighed with relief upon the realization that for this class there would be no introductions, one class less, yipeee. She glanced around the room only to recognize a couple people. Well, she supposed there would en no reason for distraction in this class. Which was good since they'd be transfiguiring things and for some reason, things tended to explode when Annabelle tried them...her and potions lesson never meshed well but she was oddly nifty at Charms...so perhaps she'd be okay with Transfiguartion, she never knew with new subjects which way they'd go.
As a sort of late reaction she noted the panther, rather magnificent if she did say so herself...she of course held no qualms well aware she had no reason to fear it.
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Richelle Geet
Slytherin
Third Year
love songs for the genuinely cunning.
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Post by Richelle Geet on Jan 24, 2009 20:48:38 GMT -5
Richie was simply ecstatic about tranfiguration. NOT. They only reason she joined this stupid class was because the Slytherin head of house was the teacher. It is always good to kiss a little arse, especially since Richie was often in trouble. Some people didn't take kindly to be called a hideously idiotic mudblood. Whatever, it was true. She can't be blamed for their oversensitivity. She wasn't suprised to see the panther, it was transfiguration class.
She looked around and saw that Mike and his girlfriend August or something and their posse were in this class too. Great. That is two outta three so far. Then she saw her savior. Katelynn flippin' Creperum. Thank god. She hurried back to sit next to her "Thank god you are here, I think I would die if I was the only one with a brain in this class," she said smiling. It was a rare thing, Richie smiling. She quickly got out her parchment, inkwell, and quill. Her father had bought her a set of quills with her intials, RMG, engraved in gold on them. If you can afford it, buy it, that was her motto.
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Post by Katelynn Creperum on Jan 24, 2009 21:20:09 GMT -5
The classroom began to silently fill, each student taking tentative glances at the panther as they did so. It seemed to be going rather slowly, this class did, and it made the Slytherin mildly disappointed. As this was the only class she was excited for, Katelynn was revved to go. Her blue gaze roamed the class, most of which, she was surprised to see, had opened their mouths and begun to speak amongst themselves. If any of them possessed any sort of intelligence, they'd probably shut up -- but from the looks of them, they probably didn't possess any brains at all (except, perhaps, Mike, about whom she had come to the conclusion that he was decent).
Just then, another Slytherin entered the room. To put it lightly, Richelle was not Katelynn's favorite person. However, she wasn't her least favorite, so she wasn't totally opposed to the younger girl sitting next to her. "Trust me, Richelle, you wouldn't be the only one with a brain in any class. Mainly because you don't have a brain to begin with." Even though the blonde said this playfully, there was some truth behind it. Richelle had the impression of a snobby, self-centered rich girl -- which was exactly was. And as everyone knows, those kinds of girls tend to not be the most intelligent. They count on their daddy and money to get them where they want to in life. Katelynn didn't have either of those (at least, in the sense that she wanted), so she was forced to reach the top by her own skills.
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Richelle Geet
Slytherin
Third Year
love songs for the genuinely cunning.
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Post by Richelle Geet on Jan 24, 2009 22:27:55 GMT -5
Richie would be insulted, if she cared about what anyone said, ever. She was smart, most people didn't know that, she could make her own money, she just didn't want to. Usually Richie would not associate with someone so... different from her, but Katelynn was saucy and sarcastic, and she really didn't like most of the rich girls around her, they were idiots. "Well I make up for it with my money, we can't all be geniuses like you" she said with an tinge of mockery in her voice but a smile stretched across her face. She was used to the whole rich dumb girl stereotype. She got it all the time.
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Post by Zachary Pyler on Mar 13, 2009 21:20:26 GMT -5
He was pushing for time, walking in just a few minutes before schedule. Zachary Pyler was still unfamiliar with the halls of Hogwarts, and making it to the transfiguration classroom was an accomplishment in itself. Upon entering the classroom Zachary immediately knew he was going to like this class. A few first years sat together, a few slytherins, and a few ravenclaws (Accompanied by Audry nonetheless), and a few griffondors whom seemed to be spread out. Zachary read the board before taking another step. Zachary walked past the group of his "friends", or whatever you'd like to consider them, and with a nod of the head he continued to the front row, center seat. It was obvious this class wasn't going to be a simple waste-of-life. If Zachary wanted to succeed in this subject, not for the future, his money problems were nonexistent. He wanted to succeed for a deep sincere love for magic.
He removed is imported overcoat revealing his proud demonstration of his ravenclaw colors and reached into his perfectly organized bag. He removed a Transfiguration book, in perfect condition, some parchment, and a flashy quill, coated in silver.
He could hear first-years talking of the panther, but they were so...... first-years. It was transfiguration, duh, obviously the professor would be transformed. Zachary had no intentions of any distractions in this class, and knew it was going to be an interesting adventure.
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