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Dark Marks, Vampires & Werewolves; Vampires & Werewolves
Topic Started: Nov 21 2010, 01:36 AM (991 Views)
н Donby Keel
Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher

Standing on the threshold of his new office Donby walked out onto the stairs that led down into the classroom. Briefly pausing to look over the old Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom he slowly descended the stone stairs one at a time; finally reaching the floor he gradually made his way to the centre of the room. Here the new Professor slowly turned on the spot eyeing the dominating iron chandeleir that swung ever so slightly as though it had just been disturbed by the the skeleton of a proud dragon, which hovered menicingly above the students desks. Breathing in the old familiar smell of the castle Donby began to remember some of his old lessons in this very room, how bored he had got at times, resorting to making spitballs and other gross things fly across the room. You always got the most points if you managed to land it in an unexpecting studnets mouth. Chuckling slightly he made his way back up the stairs to the platform to overlook the room once more. Leaning on his staff he found himself lost in thought

"Personlize the room, every Professor did when you were here... Professor...Me...Dark Arts" With a wince he came back to the old classroom. One of his marks was burning again. Straightening up he tapped his staff against the cold stone floor. Suddenly large tapestries bearing the fine stiching of dueling wizards and dark creatures, all constantly moving, unrolled inbetween each of the large windows which dominated the right hadn side of the classroom. Following this large velvet curtains hung themselves at each window. While observing his work Donby began to wonder what else might suit his new room. Banging his staff a couple more times an array of objects began to assemble themselves along shelves and hang from the stone walls. Many of the objects were embedded with dark magic, mementos from his wilderness years. The most bizarre was perhaps a large glass jar that contained nothing but teeth collected from all kinds of magical creatures including Vampires and one enourmous giant tooth.

Looking around the room once more he smiled to himself with a feeling of satisfaction. Though decorating a room was not what being a teacher at Hogwarts was about. "Lessons" He thoguht to himself "What am I going to teach these students...I have to be careful" As another one of his dark marks began to burn under his skin he placed his heavy brown coat back on to cover his arms and suddenly it hit him "They need to identify dark wizards....markings at least" As he thought about it he also came to the conclusion that perhaps they also needed to know about two of the seemingly increasingly common dark creatures...Werewolves and Vampires.

While lost in his thoughts Professor Keel had turned his back to the classroom, forgetting the time. A sudden sound at the door of the classroom, however, caused him to whirl round in a defensive maneuver swinging his staff...
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Sapphire Moon 1♀
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Has The teacher swinging his staff at Sapphire said " owwwww. that hurt" cluching her nose. it started to bleed. " never do that again please." Sapphire said. " sorry if i scared you but i heard you thinking to yourself and i think i heard a yelp of pain from you." sapphire said

Beside's the bleeding nose Sapphire had her her in a braide, was wearing a pink muggle skirt and A red muggle shirt with purple boots which she dyed. Och poor that's gotta hurt.
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Marissa Anderson 7♀
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((is this supposed to be a lesson? Sorry for OOC ill delete the post when you answer))
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Marissa was happy to be back at Hogwarts after spending such a long time away from it. As she was walking down the corridor to get to her first class, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of nostalgia. She used to love this place. But this was nostalgia thinly lined with grief, however. Last time Marissa was here, it was at a bad time in her life and she desperately wanted to forget about what happened. So, Marissa thought, she’d come back to Hogwarts. Come back to move on. So far, it was working. Coming afresh was getting rid of all those horrible feelings.

As Marissa passed the Hospital Wing, she knew she was getting close to the Defence Against the Dark Arts Classroom. It finally kicked in that she really was back, and about to be taught how to do spells again. A state of nervousness came on like just before you sit a major exam. ‘Will I be too rusty?’ Marissa thought. Worry started to fiddle with her emotions; she used to be such a good student, thus the prefect title. ‘Of course you’ll do well,’ Marissa told herself. ‘You’re Marissa, diligent Marissa. School work doesn’t scare you.’

The door to the classroom was suddenly there, and with a gulp Marissa walked in. She walked in to a sad site. There was a first year Gryffindor holding her nose, mumbling about how something had hurt her, and there was also the professor. It looked as though the first year was about to blame the professor for being in the wrong. “Gah, first years.” Marissa scoffed. She really disliked them, walking around like they owned the place. Hello, they were only eleven; of course they don’t own the place.

Marissa eyed the little Gryffindor and looked her up and down. “Excuse me, but what are you wearing?” Marissa said in a confident tone. “You do realise we have a school uniform, right?” If she had the authority to take away points, she'd probably take about fifteen from this sad, little Gryffindor. For not wearing uniform and being a dimwit. Couldn't that little eleven year old see everyone else in the school was wearing a uniform? Marissa didn't believe that someone could be so out of it. She turned to the professor, about to start conversation.

"Professor Keel, sorry about that little tad bit. Just doing my job." Marissa said sweetly. "I'm Marissa Anderson and am looking forward to your class." Marissa smiled at the teacher and turned around, scoping out spots in the class she could sit at. She eyed out the perfect place and went to walk towards it. As Marissa passed the first year she raised her eyebrow at the girl and then walked away, sitting at her favourite desk by the window.

She thought about the girl and what she was wearing. ‘Even if you weren’t wearing the school uniform, why on earth would you wear that monstrous outfit?’ She thought of those awful purple boots and horrible red shirt, and just cringed. Not to mention the skirt, now that right there was worse than the black plague.

Negative thoughts aside, Marissa could see the beautiful, sombre lake in the horizon. With a little splash of water, Marissa thought she saw the giant squid. With a shake of her head, it was gone and she started to think she imagined the entire thing. As she placed her head in her hand with a sigh, Marissa knew she made the right decision to come back. This was exactly were she was supposed to be.

((OMG that was so ewwy. I'm so rusty at roleplaying it's not even funny. Oh and sorry for sounding mean, just trying to establish some sort of character. :) ))
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Walter C. Dornez 1♂
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A world of hurt would always come to those unprepared for the challenges ahead. Time and space slowed to a crawl at the mere mention of death and pain; all damage done becomes dreadful to the weak willed and those who simply can't handle it. The idea that only the strongest may survive holds true in many more ways that any insignificant mortal could ever comprehend. Yet, the basic instinct allows them to understand that a proper defense must be acquired in order to survive, else you become lost to the world around you as they progress passed your weakness into great strengths. Anyone, even the young boy walking down the first floor hall could realize what this kind of primal behavior meant for the world of wizards; meaning a class such as Defense Against the Dark Arts would become a great necessity, even if he didn't feel the time spent on it to be worth it.

Walter C. Dornez spent his time fiddling with more material possessions than spells and magic, feeling his talents were more useful in the more logical and colder side of the world than this seemingly unbelievable magical world he had been born into. Even if he was of pure blood descent, he refused to believe his purpose in the world was any more than what he practiced day in and day out for the good of the world. He finally made it to class when he heard noises from outside the door. He sighed at the thought of people already getting into it, especially when all he heard was something frivolous like a uniform and really couldn't believe how some people were.

Walter, of course was clad in black robes, his ravenclaw crest pinned safely over his right breast; ready to uphold his own beliefs against those who differed. He ran his hand through the pony-tailed jet black hair upon his head and laughed a bit; now moving his monocle slightly back into perfect position as he pushed the door open slightly in order to make his way into the classroom.

As he opened the door he noticed a girl around his age along with another female figure who had just walked away. 'Ah, this is such a bother. Why must I have to deal with such things...honestly, one is accident prone and the other seems to really enjoy having a "position of power". I hope class is short...' Dornez thought quietly to himself as he walked over to a seat in the back of the room, making sure nobody would notice his presence until class started. His instructor caught his attention soon after he sat down, a frantic looking fellow wielding an incredible staff; causing much envy to rise in Walter, who wished for nothing more than to replace his meek wand for something of greater stature; even if the item is logically rash to carry around in a duel. Dornez sat there for a few moments pondering what to do while he waited for class to begin and tried to keep his thoughts to himself as much as possible, hoping to be left alone at least until this professor decided enough people had shown to begin.
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н Donby Keel
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Not realizing that a student had in fact already entered the cool spacious room and ascended the stairs of the plinth on which he had been overlooking his handy work, Donby's anxious behavior made an array of emotions explode within him. A sense of shame for acting in such a skittish manner mixed with anger at being caught off guard by a student and finally horror as he saw what was unfolding before him. As he swung his staff round he felt it connect with what undeniably sounded like a nose. Feeling the vibrations of the strike travel up his arm before his eyes took in the scene. There in front of him was a small first year, dressed peculiarly in Muggle clothes, with her hand clasped to her nose and blood flowing through her fingers.
As the emotions within Donby swirled, his mind began to race as the realization of what He, a Professor, had done to a student, on his First day of teaching. However, as the young girl began to speak one emotion swelled and absorbed all the others. Anger. The disrespect. He thought to himself. As he began to straighten up and lean on his staff once more, another student entered the room. Older than the first, and clearly a Prefect, she immediately began to intervene in the situation. Donby's mind continued to race EVERYTHINGS GOING WRONG. MORE ARRAGONCE. Taking a deep breath Donby began to calm himself, though the grip on his staff remained tight as his knuckles began to turn white.

"I'm terribly sorry about your nose young girl and I suggest you take yourself to the Hospital Wing immediately. However, it would be best to remember to never use a tone like that with me or any other Professor. You should also remember that here at Hogwarts all students must wear their robes to classes. I will have to take 5 points from your house I am afraid." Dismissing the First Year Professor Keel turned his attention to the Hufflepuff Prefect. "Miss. Anderson was it? As I see from your badge you are a Prefect, however, such an arrogant attitude will not be welcome in my classroom. A Prefect should not have such a disdain for First Year's, you are to provide a supportive, welcoming atmosphere for them. Just because you have been granted the position to reprimand other students you should not let that perception of power go to your head."
As all of this unfolded Donby watched a third student quietly enter the room and take a seat at the back of the class. Sighing the new Professor began to slowly descend the stairs to the classroom. This is going to be tough. He already felt exhausted. Looking out over the room he addressed the two students waiting "I'm sure it's going to be a small class but we'll wait for just a tad longer. I'm Professor Keel if you did not know. I think we'll look at some Dark marks while we wait." Leaning on his staff again he banged it against the floor. The projector in front of the class suddenly burst into life as it began to reel through a number of images of various dark marks, each one moving as it would had it been conjured by a dark wizard. As he stood there eyeing the various marks, his own began to tingle under his heavy jacket. Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable he made his way to his own desk at the front of the room and slumped down in the large wooden chair which stood behind it.
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Tristan Ilux 6♂
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Tristan flipped the last page of his book: Notes From Underground. He had spent the first couple of hours of the night attempting to sleep because he had classes to attend the next day. Summers were easy when he could sleep all day then be awake through the night, but with nearly none of the classes starting after sunset he had to change his ways. The adjust seemed more painful then he had thought because he slept till about 4 am before waking up. The time had been well spent, although, on his latest book. His cousin sent him the books she had to read for class so she had someone to converse with about the particular book. He had a lot of time for reading, so the deal worked out well.

He glanced at the clock and grumbled. Finishing the last twenty pages had taken slightly longer then expected and his class would be beginning soon. He set the book aside before pausing to make his bed. His daily habits never changed no matter what the time crisis he was under. He slipped into his black slacks, gray sweater, green and silver tie, and black robes. With a sigh he smirked at the familiar moments he recalled by wearing the outfit. Soon, his tall stature strode to his first class: Defense Against The Dark Arts with Professor Keel. He had heard little on any of the teachers so he expected the class to be fairly interesting. Tristan didn't fear the new things in life, but he embraced them. Nothing exciting could happen if everyone stuck to their familiar lives.

Tristan began his ascent from the common room towards the first floor. Upon reaching the ground floor he had to avoid the windows, but he figured he would rather be punctual so he covered his face with his books while he passed each window. The sun only effected his energy level. He didn't fit the "typical" vampire model and honestly had no clue why. His maker had left him with little information, but Tristan tested each theory carefully. He figured that there was different tribes of vampires and therefor he belonged to one that could live during the day. Tristan planned on making a trip to the library to read more about his particular race. By the time he ended his thoughts about his race, he found himself within earshot (his, that is) of the classroom. He heard a males voice addressing some students, but the particulars didn't matter to Tristan.

He carefully slipped the door open, and with his best elegance, he slipped in a seat farthest from the windows and in the middle area. Dark Marks flashed in front of his eyes as he scanned the room. Two fairly younger students and one that looked closer to his age occupied the room. He almost missed the crouched lump behind the desk in the front of the room. He took a few extra moments to steal a glance at the professor. He looked interesting with his posture and staff near him. He predicted weird, boring, or interesting for the remainder of the classes. He prayed for interesting because he wanted to take the class again in his final year. "Tristan Ilux, but I prefer Stephen," he said cutting the silence since his arrival. He wanted to avoid awkward confrontations, so saying his name should clear up many of the remarks he, individually, would prefer to receive the rest of the class. He slouched in his seat and leaned his mouth against his arm, studying each character as it flashed on the screen in front of him.
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Sapphire Moon 1♀
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“ It’s okay and I was stopping by the Wing to See if my Friend Willow Is okay she broke her ankle and if she could come to classes I would run back up grab hers and mine Robes so I could just do that. And grab her books.” Sapphire Said in a nice Soft Tone.Then she left for the wing
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Marissa Anderson 7♀
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(( Okay I'd just like to say that the disdain Marissa had for people in year one was all in her head. She said nothing aloud. All she did negatively toward Sapphire was inform her that she was suppose to be in uniform. She didn't say it in a scornful, looking down upon or "letting power get to her head" kind of way either. Just in a "confident" tone. She was perfectly civil about it. I'd advise you to take this on board before you post, really read what someone has written and imagine it actually happening. ))

Marissa sat at her desk doodling little drawings on her parchment. A couple of other students came into the classroom whilst Marissa was partaking this action. All she really wanted was for the lesson to start, and right now it didn't look like that would be happening for quite some time. Everyone was busy wasting time. Great. It would've been more productive not to come to class and just study in the common room, which is usually deserted at this time of day.

Marissa's thoughts drifted to the events of the previous year, and everything that had happened. She had absent-mindedly dropped her quill from her hand and was imagining everything in full detail. To put it forth, she was off in another universe.

(( I really had no motivation to post. My bad. ))
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н Donby Keel
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Marissa Anderson
Nov 26 2010, 02:39 PM
"Gah, first years." Marissa scoffed.

((OOC: All I was referring too was this ^^ & the fact Donby was getting very stressed making him short tempered. Plus he was dealing with a student and another student stuck their nose in. Don't take it take personally it's just rp. Donby probably won't be a very nice Professor.))

Hearing a voice cut through the silence that had engulfed the room Donby's head snapped up. He had not heard anyone else enter the room. Eyeing the student a small smile spread across this face. Now this will make everything more interesting He thought to himself. At least there's a reason I never heard him enter...I'm not totally losing it

Placing his weight on his staff Donby drew himself out of his chair and began to walk to the centre of the room. "Stephen was it? I'll be needing you later, you fit in perfectly. Hope you don't mind" It was more of a command than a question.

Turning his back to the students the Professor made his way back to the front of the room. Banging his staff on the stone floor once more, the magic projector suddenly shut itself off and packed itself up. Returning his gaze back to the class Donby eyed each student before snapping "Wakey Wakey...Hope you all took in the Dark marks children. We're living in dark times." Pausing for a moment he looked out over the class again.

"Now I've seen a lot of dark things in my time. Lived with a lot of dark creatures. However, it seems in these changing times that the lines between wizards and others is beginning to blur as more werewolves and vampires begin to mainstream. Though most of these mainstreamers are harmless you all need to be aware of the dangers of their kind. I am sure you are all aware of a number of these mainstreamers." As he spoke his eyes slowly focused on Stephen. "So today we will be having a few guest."

Moving across the room at a surprising speed for the man who appeared to be a cripple Donby knelt by the fireplace. With a cloud of smoke he placed his head into the flames. After speaking for a few moments, too muffled for the class to hear, Donby swirled back round to face the class. He old brown coat creating an arch as he did.

"While we wait, can anyone name the potion that a werewolf take to help their condition. Theres a bonus for the name of it's creator?"
Edited by Iluvater Methedras, Dec 6 2010, 09:47 PM.
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Tristan Ilux 6♂
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Tristan watched as the Professor strode to his desk with a slight confusion, what had he done now. "Uhm, of course Professor. I will help with whatever I can." Fit in perfectly? What are we doing in class today? he wondered as he watched with caution as Professor Keel went to the front of the room. He had noticed that Keel's tone implied that Stephen had no choice in the matter and would be forced to help. Had Keel recognized Stephen as a vampire? He wasn't sure if that was possible because no one else had been able to pick him out of a crowd. His skin was pale, but coming from England that didn't mean much. He kept well fed so his eyes stayed a dark ruby red that most couldn't see without lights directly in his face. Either way, Stephen felt anxious for the lesson to begin so he would find out what the whole business was.

Stephen listened carefully to every word Keel voiced. However, it seems in these changing times that the lines between wizards and others is beginning to blur as more werewolves and vampires begin to mainstream. Though most of these mainstreamers are harmless you all need to be aware of the dangers of their kind. I am sure you are all aware of a number of these mainstreamers. 'Mainstreamers' thats why Stephen would be needed. Todays topic wasn't only the symbols of all the messed up people in the wizarding world it was all of the dangerous people, himself included. A slight smirk began at the corner of his lips as he looked straight into the eyes of Keel as he mentioned guests. He was going to enjoy this class.

"Wolfsbane Potion, sir." He remembered when he had been found and his aunt had taken him home. The next night was supposed to be a full moon and, considering his condition, she had given him Wolfsbane in the case that his illness was because of a werewolf attack. He had been missing for weeks and when he turned up with little power and a sudden temper she feared the worst. upon drinking the potion he promptly threw up his stomach contents for hours. He had only taken a few drops in the case that he wasn't a werewolf, but he slightly cringed at saying the word out loud. Now for the creator. . ."Something with a D, Damocles maybe?" he mumbled to himself. ((<---intended for a fellow student to say because i don't want to hog the class.))
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Walter C. Dornez 1♂
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((I swear...I'm having such a difficult time rping with Walter x_x.

Sorry for current double, but I'm OCD and must have it on Walter x_x I'm trying to get the Vince post cleared asap so please bare with me ^^"))

Walter sat there, unable to truly avert his gaze from the images displayed in front of him. The marks that had passed his vision seemed like a gold mine of information, a true fountain of intelligence for him to absorb. One by one as they flashed before his eyes, Dornez took in and looked for every little detail in each mark; allowing him time to let the data sink into his files within the storage amongst the working processes that were his memory. Nothing escaped as long as he could see it at this very moment and Walter made sure to capture every detail as if with a photographic memory.

The teacher however stopped the showings and had spoken to another student, now watching intently the fireplace that professor keel had allowed flames to engulf his cranium; now asking a series of questions. Walter, not really wishing to get involved too much with the class, could not pass up the opportunity to test a few of his own theories he had been developing about the people amongst the school that roamed and acted the way they did. Walter raised his hand slowly, his monocle moving slightly, now being repositioned by his other hand in order to keep it in place.

“Damocles is the creator Professor. However I cannot take credit…you see, Master Ilux stated it under his breath much earlier than the rest,” Walter explained calmly as he calmly closed his eyes and looking down at his desk, wondering how the older student would react to his behavior. Truthfully, it wasn’t as exciting as a test as Dornez hoped, however he did feel pleasure in learning new things about the people around him; obviously wanting to be able to learn every little detail he can without pushing too far. Yet, the question had no affect on the student either way, to tell you the truth; Walter had more interest in learning what kind of reactions this Stephen had to each situation he might be placed in. Dornez nearly fell asleep when he hung his head, yet he knew not to lift it; not just yet to make sure he didn’t attract any unwanted eye contact that would potentially cause any harmful feelings towards one another.
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((i have finals so I wont be posting till the 20th bye!))
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 ▞ Iluvater Methedras 
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Iluvater had been spending most of his time in his office, awaiting the summons. He had mixed thoughts about participating in this Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Oh cause he wanted to teach the students about his kind, but he knew that most of the wizarding population hated and loathed werewolves, such prejudice had made it almost impossible for Iluvater to get a job, It was only thought strict use of that foul potion that he was allowed too keep his job. Iluvater rarely spoke about being a werewolf for he knew that the subject made people uncomfortable, in fact only four people in the castle knew about His condition, the Headmaster, the Deputy Headmistress, Professor Keel and Emily Lamisha where the only ones privy to that information. Yet know he was about to stand up in front of an entire class and loudly announce it? Was he entirely prepared for this?

It was that moment when the fire in the grate besides his desk burst into bright green and silver flames, apart from scaring him half senseless, He thought the professor Keel would have provided a more subtle approach like a flying memo or an owl. But the man had always been fond of the in-your-face methods. He spoke to the flames. “Yes, I’ll Be there in a moment.” He stood up and straightened his neatly fitting grey robes around himself paused to collected his thoughts and muster his courage he stepped into the fire.

The silvery-green flames engulfed and swallowed him brief flashes of various wizarding fireplaces flashed before his eyes a the roaring flames bore him along the rapid of the inferno, Iluvater knew he shouldn’t have eaten before travelling by floo powder. After barely three seconds of nauseating rolling, Professor Keel’s fire can rushing to meet him, After the spinning stopped he opened his eyes, he stepped out of the fireplace bumping his head on the mantle along the way.

He brushed ash and soot from the hem of his robes and strode to the front of the class, careful not to make eye contact with any of the students. He shook hands with Professor Keel. “Good day Professor, I got your ‘note’ Where would you like me to stand?” He turned to face the class still uneasy in his thoughts.
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