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Post by Alejandro Ochoa on Sept 6, 2009 0:41:44 GMT -5
It was late in the evening when Alejandro finally got around to looking at the Class Roster for the year. He and his daughter hadn’t had much to do once they had reached the school except unpack, which ended up taking much longer than expected with Mayra attempting to escape and explore the castle at every opportunity. He had some food sent up to their room to allow them more time to finish, and with the promise of exploring the castle tomorrow, they were finally able to get things done. With Mayra tucked securely into bed, Ale grabbed the list that his scheming colleagues had sent out for him at the end of the previous term so that students had time to register, and scanned through. Flinching in horror when he recognized his “cousin” Guadalupe’s handwriting at her most blantantly exaggerated, he read the enchanted introduction:
[glow=red,2,300]This is the official Sign-Up Sheet, so please state your name, house, and year below. If you are a 5th year and wish to register, sign below and speak to the Professor after class! XOXOXOX[/glow] Ale sighed and rubbed his temples fiercely in attempt to prevent the massive headache spawned from Lupe’s torture, muttering something along the lines of “I’m going to kill you, Lupe…” before pushing all thoughts of her aside and reading the names of the foreign students for whom he would be responsible for teaching Wandless Magic. [You can role play the moment you signed up, or simply post the appropriate information below. Whichever catches your fancy.] |
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Post by Annabelle Merlin Grace on Sept 9, 2009 17:02:15 GMT -5
Anna had managed to get her schedule, rather what she needed to register for sooner then most of the others because she had been taking lessons all summer. When she noticed wandless magic she had to find out what room it was in. She was not all that excited about a class that required more work then less, and wandless magic defiantly required more work. So she hurried along the corridor late in the evening, close to curfew, so she could be quick in registering to the class. “I sure hope that I make it back in time.” She said hurrying up to the sixth floor before bed. She had a parchment already written with her name, house and year, with some blank space incase she needed to add anything more. Some professors wanted extra effort, that always made her taste for the class go down… Arriving at the time she should be in the common room she read the rather curly writing, she had thought it was a male professor, however the text looked quite the opposite. She was not going to make any misjudgments like that again. “Sweet.” She said seeing it required only the basics, and she attached her page to the board. It fell off so she decided to give that glue charm another try, and well… it was not that good at all, she got her hair stuck on the page! And so she managed to pull away, but some rather pink hairs remained on the page, and hre paper with her information was, as luck would have it stuck in her hair. “For the love of …” she sighed taking out the pen and writing down the information Annabelle Grace, Huffelpuff, year Six
She wondered off hoping not to be seen by anyone as she had a glued paper to her head, and was out after hours. It was, after all a poor idea to go late at night after all… |
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Kendall Jones
slytherin student
sixth year
beater
occlumens
parselmouth
i trust me
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Post by Kendall Jones on Nov 2, 2009 9:25:59 GMT -5
Kendall was sleepy. He rubbed his eyes and let out a faint yawn as he approached the classroom door, last night hadn't been the best sleep he had ever had in his life what with the constant snoring of the boy in the bed next to him and the rain smashing against the window infact he had rolled over and hit the boy in the middle of the night to wake him up out of spite for the hours he had kept Kendall awake.
He cursed the boy under his breath and checked his muggle watch...
6am. Who in their right minds was up and about at this time apart from maybe the house elves or the caretaker. Kendall estimated he had maybe had one and a half, maybe two hours sleep and had awoken for the last time at about five forty and decided to give up and go and sign up for wandless magic if the classroom was open.
He approached the door and was surprisingly happy to see it was open,he was glad he hadn't come all this way and up all those stairs for nothing. He made his way inside looking around sleepily and rubbing his eyes, god they were sore from lack of sleep. In the corner he noticed the sign up board with large handwriting strewn across it.
He searched his pockets for a few moments whilst reading the sign and pulled out a rather old looking quill with a fading green and brown feather. The quill may have looked tatty but it was Kendall's favorite and carried it around with him almost everywhere apart from Quidditch, not because he needed it or that he was even fond of writing but because it belonged to his father.
He attached a piece of parchment to the board and scribbled across it
Kendall Jones, Sixth Year, Slytherin
The emerald ink glistened on the fresh parchment and as he pulled his hand away to check he hadn't mis pelt anything he smudged the N on Slytherin and got some of the ink of his hand. He cursed again, shoved the quill bk in his pocket and headed back towards the door, as he left the classroom he had the odd sensation that he could smell glue.
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