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 Eskin's Lecture (quills out), shhh! no talking.
Theodore Eskin
Posted: Feb 27 2012, 08:04 PM


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(Class is now in session)

Scratch. Scratch Scratch. Scratch. The quill skipped across the parchment in neat little jumps, taking time to curve through vowels and little symbols compacted in neat black ink. His brow furrowed and he flicked his finger at a bit of ink on the side of the paper.

He's a tall man in a chair, Professor Eskin. Green and mahogany robes draped over his person, and pooled under the table. He took care to sign the last of his parchment and than stood up, pushing his chair back and walking over to the nearby window. Footsteps echoed behind him. Students coming in. He did not turn, but continued to observe, putting his lecture together in his mind before he would begin. These things took practice and careful delivery. He tapped his hand on the glass.

Looking at him you'd see a man of indeterminate age. Might be in his late 20's. Early 30's, 40's even. He wore black leather shoes that came above his ankles, with long cashmere pants folding over them. A dark grey suit could be distinguished in the folds of his robes, and a tie winked out from somewhere in the center. He had a chain that came around his neck, connecting the two sides of his outer cloak.

And slippers. Are we supposed to take him seriously? One can only guess.

He began to draw magical characters on a chalkboard set on the wall while the room filled up, quietly levitating chalk and making neat, precise movements with his wand.

Looking around the room, you see a collection of posters, charts of runes. The desks all faced forward, towards his desk an unimposing sort of thing. On it sat a few jars with scrolls inside them. The lids were wrapped in some kind of paper.
A pile of books stands towering near the door, probably some of the required texts.
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Timothy Nimbus
Posted: Feb 29 2012, 02:24 PM


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Pampampampampampmapma....
SCREEEEEEEEEEEECHHHHHHHHHHHH.

A blur of scarlet and black sped through the door, straight into the stack of books.

"Oh damn."

Timothy was sprawled out in the middle of the pile, arms splayed, and in his quidditch robes, he looked like a pile of yet-to-be-washed laundry.

"I made it!" he said, dusting himself off, and ignoring a very patronizing expression from the professor, went to find a seat.
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Hanako Motoshima
Posted: Mar 1 2012, 01:09 AM


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Class. Classes were nice. Usually. They were a chance to expand one's mind; and when all was said and done, what really was more valuable than knowledge? The Fifth Year Ravenclaw, even without constant prodding from her Uncle Taro, would have been astute enough to realize the absolute necessity of proper studies and the grades that followed from it in seeking out her career. Always, when she could, the bigger picture. Things would be better, good in the future if she'd just work hard enough.

That and there was always a logic to it; a reason. No matter what else was going on in the world, at least when she was in class, Hanako Motoshima could usually focus her attention solely on it, cancel everything else out.

Today shouldn't be an exception. Probably.

Fine. She'd had a dream again. Well, nightmare. Woken up whimpering in her bed. Thankfully in Japanese. It was far, far too shameful to explain to the others what she'd seen. Nice as her room mates, fellow Ravenclaw Fifth Year girls were, there were just some things she didn't bring up. She was grateful they hadn't be awakened that night, or if they had, they at least made no attempt to bring the matter up.

It'd been slightly past two in the morning - she could tell because Orion had been prominent in the sky when it had happened, and it had taken her a good fifteen to twenty minutes to fall back into an uneasy sleep. She'd woken up a few times since during the night, but nothing else quite so dramatic. Understandably, that morning had been ... difficult to get out of bed. Had it not been for the fact that she'd had to mentally remind herself several times before successfully awakening that she had class that day, she'd probably have stayed there.

She'd eaten breakfast with the others, done the typical smiles and laughs that was expected of her socially. For a while was almost feeling it again at a particularly witty joke a classmate had made at the Ravenclaw table.

And now class. Today, today was going to be a good day, she told herself. It had to be, because she'd make it so. She'd study hard, pay attention to everything the professor said. Make an excellent impression of herself and her family...

Hana's eyes intently followed every stroke of the professor's chalk on the board, almost fixatedly. Partly because she legitimately found it a most intriguing matter, partly because... She didn't want to finish the thought actually. With a tiny, curt nod to herself, she steadied herself for the time ahead. Class was going to be great.

The Professor seemed just about ready to speak when... it happened. A student entered the room. Or, well, no... "Entering" was what she had done; what everyone else thus far had done. Going through the doorway, speaking a bit to one's peers perhaps, then finding a seat. This...

Well, if she'd been relying on sound alone, Hanako might have been half-convinced she was hearing an explosion from an improperly brewed potion.

The girl was startled at first, jumpy for a fraction of a second or so. Naturally. It was ... unexpected, loud. A rather pronounced frown, mostly of concern formed on her face as she leaned forward in her desk to try to ascertain what was going on; more aptly, if anyone was injured.

Her expression changed only slightly after a second or so's assessment, the same pronounced frown maybe growing a degree more rigid if anything, a rather disapproving shake of her head.

A Gryffindor.

She wasn't one to stereotype really. In her experience there were courteous and civil members of all Houses, and conversely those ... lacking such graces in all. As a Fifth Year, she'd already had more than her fair share of experiences observing all that.

Still, while not a causative pattern surely, and not without exceptions... Generally speaking, the more pervasive troublemakers at the school tended to be males of one of two Houses - Slytherin and Gryffindor. Others could be just as nasty, if not more, to be sure, but in terms of sheer disruption, they tended to take the proverbial cake.

It was possible, Hana had to admit, that this was truly an accident. But she also couldn't entirely deny there was a possibility such a disruption was intentional.

Well, that was for the Professor to decide. Hopefully, if it was truly intentional, it would stop there. And if it wasn't, he hopefully would be alright. That... seemed reasonable. Yes, best to enjoy class, whatever ... odd distractions aside.

She noticed just then that she might have been staring a bit too long. To her credit, he'd caused a bit of a scene; most everyone had at least glanced over at some point. But she'd kept staring. Her thoughts off like they were, she sometimes lost track of her surroundings.

"Umm..." she flushed slightly with embarrassment, trying to think of how to justify her actions. Concern that... worked she guessed...? Probably. Hopefully.

"A-are you alright...?"

Hopefully he, and more importantly the Professor, wouldn't take her for an absolute idiot...
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Timothy Nimbus
Posted: Mar 2 2012, 12:55 PM


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Timothy tried to keep the cringe to a minimum. That had hurt quite a bit, but he wasn't going to show it after that splendid disaster of a first impression.

He took it in stride. Almost. His left foot slid a little further to the left when he walked, and a shooting pain went up his leg into his pelvic region.

Ow.
Ow ow.
Ow ow ow.

Ow.

He heard a near-whisper from his right coming from what looked to be a ravenclaw girl.

"Are you alright?"

"Peachy keen." He flashed a quick smile, and took the seat closest on the opposite side of the aisle from her.

That was interesting.

Oh, now he'd done it. The whole thing was terrifically noticeable, and worse, he'd looked ridiculous. Not that he had a problem with looking ridiculous. Intentionally, fine. Unintentionally was something to be avoided.

And the professor didn't seem at all impressed. He didn't seem very fazed either, so that was good. Maybe.

Crud.

He put his head down into his textbook and pretending to be skimming the pages. It was good though, only a few people seemed to have commented. Nobody laughed at least.
Something told him he was not going to like this class. Oh well, there was always the next one. What were the odds he'd get himself knocked down again? Pretty much zero, right? Ha. Now he felt invincible. No chance of getting bludger'd, he'd already taken his fall for the day. He changed his mind right then and there. This class was already his ace, and he was going to do right by it.
Timothy's mind wandered.
I wonder if we have Charms homework today. Guess I'll work on that at dinner. I don't want to be up late doing work. I'd rather stay up in the dormitory and have a butterbeer with the cool people.
Oop.
Better pay attention. Looks like he's starting.
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Luke Turner
Posted: Mar 3 2012, 03:07 AM


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Luke was walking through the corridors, his messenger bag hanging to the side. He definitely hated carrying all of his books in his arms, too much trouble for three books. Yeah, that's right. Three books. He only had three classes that day. One of them being Ancient Runes. Merlin, couldn't he have chosen something else? It was going to be boring, he knew it. Well, maybe not the whole time, but definitely something he wasn't interested in. Maybe he should have taken a free period instead? Nah, that would free his day up too much and then he wouldn't know what to do with himself. He'd also be in way too much trouble during the year, and he wasn't going to stand for that either.

His feet moved forward, and as he reached the classroom. Someone slammed into him. "Hey! Watch where yer goin', dumb fluck!" Luke wasn't much for going through with the original word so close to his classroom. Again, he didn't want to be into too much trouble over the year. Another good thing about that messenger bag was that he didn't drop his books. Thank goodness on that. His ears perked up a bit when he heard a reply from the guy. "Stay out of my way, loser."

Loser? Did the guy even know who he was talking to? Oh well, he didn't care if he did or not. Luke was going to just calm down and get into class. He was already late enough. He opened the door and a few more words came out of the guys mouth. Luke turned and opened his mouth, "Go suck a fuck." he said, simply, then walked into the classroom, closing the door behind him. He noticed a few people staring at him and he rolled his eyes. They were the least of his worries. It was the professor he had to worry about. What was he going to say? Would that be an automatic detention, well, besides the fact that he was late.

Luke walked to an empty seat in the middle of the room. Not too close, not too far away, just how he liked it. Besides, most of the good looking girls were in the middle. At least he would be entertained a bit. He looked at the professor and smiled, almost as if nothing happened. He knew that it wouldn't get him out of the trouble that may come, but who cares? Luke was trying to be as good as possible. Gotta give him credit for that, right?
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Hanako Motoshima
Posted: Mar 3 2012, 10:25 PM


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"That's... good..." Hana nodded, adding a slightly awkward smile of her own before purposefully directing her eyes straight ahead at the board. Like a good, diligent student. Like her uncle would want her to be; like she wanted to be.

Whatever ... antics other students caused, she wouldn't let it bother her.

She was just getting out a piece of paper and quill to start taking notes. Just focus on class, memorize the information - Runes were ideograms, so it was sheer memory and association, a slight amount of intuitive thinking required, but not much more than that. It qualified to her as a relatively easy class. Simple enough.

It was then the door opened again. She didn't look back this time. She wanted to be the ideal student. Not easily distracted. She'd already made an error by staring too long at the Gryffindor who'd come "crashing" into class. But if she stayed dutiful here, focusing on the task at hand instead of looking at the newcomer, surely that might make up for her earlier error in the Professor's eyes. She could only hope.

It was only then that it happened. He said it. An expletive. In a classroom.

It wasn't that Hana was a moral prude. Well, she didn't think so at least. There was nothing innately immoral about a certain sequence of phonemes. Being bilingual alone should demonstrate the ultimately arbitrary nature of language.

But that given sequence, used then and there, in a classroom of all places. Simply idiotic. Worse even than the Gryffindor who'd crashed into the books.

She couldn't take it anymore; Hana whipped her head around to see who could possibly be so ... she clenched her hands at the very thought of it.

And then, her eyes locking in on the guilty party, her heart sank. A Ravenclaw. A "fellow" Ravenclaw breaking the rules ... in a classroom. Conducting himself poorly.

Didn't he realize that such conduct would reflect upon his House as a whole, and they'd all suffer for it in terms of reputation...?

That was it. The Gryffindor at least was forgiveable in that his actions were perhaps truly accidental, and he was a member of another House, so it didn't directly affect her beyond breaking her concentration. This...

Hana, though remaining silent, shot daggers at the male Ravenclaw, her eyes flashing with indignation and sharp disapproval. If their House lost points over this, she'd be absolutely furious. Either way, as soon as class was over, and she was out of earshot of the Professor, Hana was sure she was going to make Luke Turner absolutely certain of her gross disapproval of conduct non-befitting of one of their House.

She'd apparently been wrong. Today was becoming a horrible, horrible day. And all because of a few students unwilling to give the proper respect to learning.

Turning back to the blackboard, Hana let out a pronounced, though quiet sigh, shaking her head indignantly.
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Felicia Barlfir
Posted: Mar 4 2012, 11:42 AM


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Two minutes until class started.

Languid, looking like she'd come from a much more interesting place and was now a little disappointed, Felicia Barlfir stepped through the door, picking her way past the fallen books.

She wore a green coat today, and a long black scarf. A gold pin of a feathery winged serpent, brightly polished, took place in her scarf where it met her throat. Leather boots came up her calves. Her long, sun-colored hair came down to her shoulders, collected around her head by a single black hairband. Emerald green and silver earrings shaped like olive leaves finished the look. The game was on later, and she was a huge fan of Quidditch.

The class was slightly abuzz with that pre-class chatter. She was a little disappointed. It was to be one of those classes this year.

Felicia spotted the Gryffindor in scarlet immediately, and stiffened.

It was him.

That rat-faced Seeker. The ridiculous buffoon who once declared he was going to circumnavigate the world in a single night's flight. The idiot who was disguised last year in an Armenian fire horse costume and turned half the drinks at that party into some kind of extremely strong syrupy anise-flavored coffee liquor. Everyone had gotten incredibly drunk after that. An event that had caused her to snort almost of pint of the foul stuff through her nose, embarrassing her in front of at least three different guys she was interested in screwing that night.

The one she'd never gotten back for the day she'd nearly lost it out on the grounds.

The one who stood there for a lot of that misery.

My mortal enemy. I won't forget that. Ever.

She passed him, terrifically serene and took seat one row behind. He looked like he wanted to hide.

Good. He recognized her.

The professor seemed interesting. A good choice of robes and a suit. She liked muggle clothing. It was a little comforting, and people that dressed like full-on wizards tended to make her uneasy.

She scanned the room, looking for fellow Slytherins, allies. Anyone she knew?

Hm. One or two...

This class, this school year would prove interesting. A chance for her to get back at him. A chance for revenge.

Felicia opened her textbook in front of her, pulled out a few leaves of parchment and wet her quill with a little green ink. She titled her notes and sat back, waiting for the class to start.

Felicia Barlfir was patient. And burning a hole in the back of this Gryffindor was a worthy pastime. She might enjoy this more than she thought.
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Dragon Delondwa
Posted: Mar 6 2012, 10:54 AM


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Dragon walked down the corridors on her way to the Ancient Runes classroom. She had taken the class last year, and liked it so much she'd take it again. Though it was one of her favorite classes, she knew that she was going to possibly fail the class because of her lack of understanding some areas. Maybe this year would be different? Oh, she hoped so. She had on her Slytherin uniform, a black heart necklace, black star earring dangling to the bottom of her jaw, along with books in her arms. Today, she didn't take the time to pick out the perfect outfit since she really wanted to be lazy. Oh, by the way, the Slytherin versus Gryffindor match was coming up soon, so why not show her Slytherin pride while she was at it?

She pushed through the crowds of rushing students, trying her best not to ruffle her clothes in the process. This was the time of year she hated most was when there were first years who didn't know where to go. Dragon knew it wasn't their fault, but still, it usually angered her when she saw one or two running toward her. If one even touches her, she would surely go off on them, so let's just hope her dodging skills are up to the task of the beginning of the year class rush.

Finally. She arrived at the door of the classroom. A sigh had escaped her lips, relieved that she didn't have to go through all the rushing anymore. Her heels clicked on the floor as she stepped toward the door. Her hand outstretched, opening the door then closing once she stepped inside. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for a place to sit. Ah, perfect, a seat right in the back near the window was opened. She took the seat, sat her books down on the table and waited for the class to begin. 'Just pay attention this year.' she thought to herself.

Dragon looked at the fellow students in the classroom and nearly hissed when she saw the Gryffindor's that were there. Great, she had to share a classroom with a few of those bloody losers. Just what she needed.
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Scarlett Exton
Posted: Mar 8 2012, 03:04 PM


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Today was the day. Slytherin was going to take the Gryffindor house for one hellaciously wicked ride into their worst nightmare – mortal defeat. With an overabundance of confidence, smirk sported itself on her face, replacing that girlish smile. She was in the zone and after watching Gryffindors pathetic excuse for ‘quidditch practice’ well, it was easy to be a little egotistical. Especially when you know that your seeker and can fly circles around the competition and still keep going strong, but enough of that. It was reserved for the pitch – not as she walked down the corridor to class.

Less than a minute left. She was going to be late and sadly, to the first class she had for the day. So much for being prompt and on time. Fingertips mussed through blonde strands in an attempt to add a little style and lose the windblown look. Not a full a success, but it worked well enough. At least now everyone could see one of her silver serpent earring ear cuffs. They had been a gift and what better way to show house pride than to wear them? Movements were quick as she weaved through the other students ahead of her. They were just moving too damned slow. Good Merlin. “Excuse me..” Maintaining her manners? Attempting to.

Green and silver robes clung semi-loosely to her form, allowing those feminine curves to retain their visibility. Yeah, she was sporting her quidditch uniform. Looked good didn’t it? Of course it did! Anything bearing the Slytherin crest rocked. There it was. That bit of pride she felt for her house and her determination to get their extreme awesomeness across.

Three seconds before she was officially in front of the door, she paused, attempting to regain what she could of her composure. ‘Just breathe. Surely you’re not the only one that’s la-' Thoughts halted mid-sentence as she stepped through the doorway, noting that practically everyone was there and already seated. Idle chit-chat rolling across the room. Eyes darted from the center of the classroom back toward the desk that was front and center. There he was, the all knowing Professor Eskin. There would be no sneaking past him this time.

Surely he could be understanding because of Quidditch practice, right? Go team! Yeah, right, okay.

Ancient Runes. Why had she signed up for that class again? Okay, underneath that blonde ambition, full of perky and smug annoyance, little Scarlett was quite the nerd. She hadn’t always thought of it that way. At one time, very long ago, she would’ve been proud of the fact that she was into books over fashion – but now? No. It wasn’t something she wanted broadcasted to the entire world. Appearances had to be kept and what would people think? ..Exactly.

There it was. The look. The one where those eyes seemed to be a tell-all. Where was she going to sit!? Merlin.

This class was going to prove to be interesting though. Some cute boys and quite a mix in variety.

With all the seats nearly full, choices were limited. Sidestepping a couple of fallen books, wow, there were a lot of those, feet nimbly carried her to the back of the classroom.

Huzzah! An empty seat. Just try and tell her that she can’t sit there. A brief smile flashed at whomever was lucky enough to be next to the girl. “Hi.” Friendly much? She was just everywhere today.
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Theodore Eskin
Posted: Apr 12 2012, 01:07 AM


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Eskin put down the chalk.

"Good morning everyone. It looks like we're all here, more or less..." He stares at a few students. "...and we can now begin."

"This is the Study of Ancient Runes. A subject I am sure a number of you find dry, dull, and a period most of you use for sleeping in. A few of you are... repeat offenders, I am told. This year, however, I am in charge."

Eskin smiles. It's a little unnerving.

"So, you'd best pay attention. I'm going to run a very tight classroom."

He begins to pace down the aisle, drawing his wand, and flipping all the textbooks open to the introductory pages.

"Starting today, your education is going to take a sharp turn. Ancient Runes is both a history class and a hands on delving into the more esoteric and ephemeral realms of magic. Now..."

He turns down the lights, and the runes written on the board begin to glow.

"I want you to repeat after me. Aleph! Glinna! Bedragassi!"

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Felicia Barlfir
Posted: May 6 2012, 10:49 AM


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"Aleph! Glinna! Bedragassi!"

Oh, another mindless chant. We're learning the alphabet today, children.

Felicia skimmed the textbook in front of her, as Eskin sunk into a power lecture on what runes could be used to determine the magical density inherent in the radius of a charms accident or something. Whatever. It was halfway interesting.

Tap Tap. Tap Tap.

She was getting very bored.

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Dragon Delondwa
Posted: May 6 2012, 08:39 PM


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Dragon rolled her eyes when the professor began talking. There was something about his voice that just made her want to sleep. She wasn't even tired until he began talking. Nevertheless, she began writing down notes and repeated the words he told them to say. Even though she was paying attention to the professor, her eyes began to wander around the room. There were several people that she knew, and most possible hated her, but she didn't care. Her eyes went to Luke and she sighed. A year ago she had "dated" him, but there was no spark between them at all. When it all ended, it didn't end well. She had gone through the trouble to make him mad enough to hit her. Dragon never knew he had a dark side to him, and well, that kind of made her wish she got to know him better. Not that being abused was something she liked, but that he could have been a great friend when it came to pulling pranks on people.

The professor's voice brought her back from the past and straight into reality where she knew things were going to be a bunch of crap. Dragon put her attention back onto her paper and wrote whatever she thought was important down. She had to force herself into paying attention, which would be hard for her. Especially if she had to share a class with a few Gryffindors and Luke.

"I'm sooo gonna fail." she whispered as her hand moved across the paper.
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Theodore Eskin
Posted: May 15 2012, 11:51 AM


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Eskin smiled at the half-hearted chorus. It was alright for now. He understood that about students. They needed to be fired up in order to be interested. And interested students usually received a lot more from their studies. Unfortunately, this lecture was pandering more to some of the technical bits of magic. He made a mental note to devote more showmanship to the next discussion section.

"That was... passable. Let's turn our attention to the scriptwork on these three runes outlined on the board here. I want everyone to note the calligraphy inherent in these. Ancient Runes is an exacting science. For instance, this one here" - he pointed - "has an Aramaic source. You can tell because the tapered stroke patterns are both exteriorized - here - and can turn in on themselves - here. Many wizards tend to produce runes like these as arabic forms of lettering, but the fact is that this particular scrollwork no longer functions as a form of magical writing in that part of the world..."

Which is really curious, seeing as how I have a textbook secretly utilizing that same language dating back only a hundred, two hundred, years...

He looked at the class. A few blank stares. It can't really be that early, can it? He'd better get them moving.

"...I think it's important that we review the practicalities of this type of thing. Observe."

Eskin picked up one of the jars sealed with paper on the rim. He drew a curious little closed shape with a piece of charcoal on the paper, and then traced his wand over it.

That'll do. Mem, the symbol for.... well, let's see if anyone's read the textbook yet.

"Pass this around," Eskin tossed the jar to an available student, and it started making the rounds. "I want you to try and open this jar."

"You can use your wands, use anything you like."

"Now as I was saying..."
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Amelia Coote
Posted: May 15 2012, 01:11 PM


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Amelia knew she was going to be late. She knew from the moment that she was stopped by the History of Magic professor. She had asked for a note right away and then stood and listened as he talked on and on about what they would be going over in the next couple of weeks. Yes, it was all well and good, but she really needed to be getting off to her next class.

It was just as the final bell was ringing that he realized he too was going to be late for his first class. So Amelia trudged off, glad to be headed to Ancient Runes, one of her favorite classes. She carried her books in her arms, hair trailing behind her as she rushed down the corridors. Sliding to a halt outside the door, Amy paused to catch her breath before slipping into the classroom.

The classroom was very full and as she had expected, class had already started. At the moment a jar was being passed around the classroom. Hmm. What was it? She didn't know, probably wouldn't until it reached back here. As she slipped into a seat in the far back corner, she glanced around the room, looking for anyone she knew. There was Lukas, a fellow Ravenclaw. She glanced forward at the runes on the chalkboard. Yes, they were going over the alphabet. Rudimentary, but always helpful nonetheless. Everyone needed a little catching up on everything to get them going for the rest of the year.

Amelia opened up her textbook to the introductory page like everyone else, placed her note on the edge of her desk and waited for more instructions.
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Timothy Nimbus
Posted: May 16 2012, 08:56 AM


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The jar passed around the students, and reached Timothy. He put down his quill, and took the object. The paper was crackly, clean looking, and unmarked except for the small symbol on the top. He'd seen a few other student hit the thing with spells, but nothing was happening.

He was FASCINATED.

What is this thing?
What do I do with it?
What's this little - he shook his head.

Hmmm. He tapped the top of the lid.

"Alohomora."

The paper glowed yellow for a moment, and Timothy tried to unscrew the thing under the paper.

"...urrrrr."

The lid was like a rock, unmovable.

Frustrated, Timothy pointed his wand.

"REDUCTO."

The spell hit the container with a good deal of force, but dissipated with a small fizzle.

"....this is impossible." He wasn't used to giving up. But this was quite the wall he'd come upon.

Timothy handed the object of his frustration over to the right, and it progressed around the room again.

Hmmm... on second thought...

Maybe there's something in the text? He flipped the book open.
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