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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 26 2010, 06:46 PM (1,106 Views) | |
| н Jeanine Dusek | Nov 26 2010, 06:46 PM Post #1 |
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Care for Magical Creatures Teacher
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Jeanine had spent quite a while figuring out what she wanted to do for her first lesson. She had even begun writing ideas down, scrawling out the pros and cons of each idea. She had to find a way to keep everyone in every year entertained, because there were not enough students to separate all the classes. And, because of the single class, she was going to have to find a way to teach everyone everything that was supposed to be taught at their level. She was sure she could teach the seventh years—seventeen-year-olds always believed they knew everything (which she knew from experience) and, as well as occasionally needing to be taken down a peg, they were the ones who needed to know the most. They had a year left in school, and usually not much longer than that before they were of age and had to go out into the real world and get real jobs. They couldn’t be wasting time checking reference and how-to books when they were confronted by a boggart while they were raiding their best friend’s closet, or call in a “grown-up” for help with a pixie infestation! But she wasn’t—couldn’t—start with boggarts and pixies—she had to start small and simple. But then there was that entertainment factor that she was looking for! What on earth was she going to do? And so she walked herself in circles in her mind for days and days on end. And then, finally, while looking over some unrelated research she had been doing, it came to her. “De-gnoming!” She had shouted. She’d been told there were some pretty serious gnome infestations around Hogwarts and that they’d been raising hell in the gardens. It would be perfect! She could have students try out different ways of dealing with the infestation. Did the traditional spinning and throwing technique work best? Or perhaps luring them and trapping them in a cage, where they could be transported somewhere else (like, say, the Care for Magical Creatures professor’s office) worked better. And it would also help some with her research on common magical infestations. “Ooh, it’s perfect,” she cooed. She reached over and pulled on her “comfy boots” (though all her boots were exceptionally comfortable and perfectly worn-in)—the ones with the yeti fur on the inside to keep her feet nice and cozy warm. She put on a robe, tied it around her waist, and then ran in her pajamas, her hair flying all about her head, to sit in her office and come up with a lesson plan and build possible traps for her students to use. Two days later, she had all the traps built and ready to go. Jeanine placed her owl on her shoulder, grabbed her class list and the clipboard it came on, and then a few pieces of paper. She marched out into the garden that she had chosen to have the class in and spent an hour or so setting all the traps up—quietly, though. She didn’t want to alert the gnomes as to their presence just yet. She then looked over her class list and wrote a short letter to each student, each one reading something like this: Dear ______ Care for Magical Creatures is taking place in the gardens today, just on the other side of the greenhouses. Please arrive to class at the usual time. If you aren’t interested in getting your hands dirty, please bring gloves. —Professor Dusek Jeanine attached each note to her owl and then sent it off, waiting patiently for her students to arrive, hoping that throwing gnomes around and convincing them to lock themselves into cages would be entertaining and educational enough for her new students. She looked over at the gamekeeper’s hut and saw the smoke rising out of the fireplace. She was tempted to run over and drag Hugo over to be her reinforcement, but she knew that set a bad precedent. She would go it alone today. As you should every day, she reminded herself. |
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| Ian Samuel Shanks 4♂ | Nov 27 2010, 05:08 PM Post #2 |
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Posted Image now, hey-yo, do ya like it like that i'm the only one who can love ya like that ••••••••••••••••••••••••••• The previous night had been a brutal night for Ian. He didn't arrive back to the dormitories until a few hours after curfew. This only led to one thing: the best nap- ever. Ian was reclined in the maroon Victorian-style chair, fast asleep. Well- at least he was- until he felt something touching his neck. Turning to his other side, he felt the object shift, he left it there for about thirty minutes- Really! Sitting up, opening his eyes- he grabbed what was bother him. It was a white envelope. Curious as to what was inside, he began to open it. Once opened, he read it aloud: Dear Ian Care for Magical Creatures is taking place in the gardens today, just on the other side of the greenhouses. Please arrive to class at the usual time. If you aren’t interested in getting your hands dirty, please bring gloves. —Professor Dusek Dang! I almost forgot! Class IS today. Jumping to his feet, Ian ran up the stairs and over to his bunk. He was still in flannel pants and a white v-neck. And class was starting SOON. Grabbing some clothes, he quickly put them on, slid on his shoes, and ran back down the stairs. He could see where Professor Dusek was standing in the gardens, so he was in no rush. And- better yet- he was ON TIME. About twelve yards away he noticed that there were only a couple other kids. And you know who those kids are... the kids who are in every class. The kids who get straight A's. The kids who never talk. The kids who look plain. The kids who... well, yeah... those kids. You know what kids I'm talking about. Now about thirty feet away, Ian threw his hands in the air with victory. And did a little dance, I'm on time, on time, on-on-on-on time! I'm early! Going in for a high five with the quiet boy, he was denied- Ouch, Jeff. Looking for a picker-upper, he went to give Dusek a high five, Give it to me, girlfriend! Pausing, he looked down and then back up, I mean... good day, Professor Dusek! Giving a charming smile, he held his hands together behind his back and swayed back and forth. What are we doing today? ••••••••••••••••••••••••••• CLOTHES • this PLACE • CFMC Class WITH • CFMC Class NOTES • N/A- Ian is in a superb mood, though! |
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| н Jeanine Dusek | Nov 28 2010, 03:41 AM Post #3 |
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Care for Magical Creatures Teacher
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((I'll post again once two other students have arrived and get the class started then.)) |
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| н Théodore Laroche | Nov 28 2010, 03:57 PM Post #4 |
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Transfiguration Teacher
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Relaxed and covered by a warm blanket, Findecano was sitting in the main hall of Ravenclaw common room, ready to dip into a new book his grandfather had reccomended to him. "The Joke" was written on the front page, with a monotonous, plain letters. Just as he sighed and took a bite of chocolate while he was skimming through the book; a loud knock disrupted him. Looking to his right, he noticed an owl was sitting outside the window, waiting for someone to open it. Reluctantly, he stood up and did so, the owl tucked the letter into his hands and flew away before he even had the time to react. With a puzzled look on his face, he opened the envelope and read the message from the new Cfmc professor, ms. Dusek. Disappointed, he exclaimed. "You must be joking!", but he couldn't shake off the warm feeling he felt, which we could describe as excitement. He gathered the things which he prepared just several minutes ago, and went to change for the lesson. About fifteen minutes later, Fin was marching through the courtyard, his destination in clear sight now; a group of students has already gathered around the new professor. Straightening his robes, he blended in the mass, just nodding slightly when his blue eyes met the professor's. He noticed a Gryffindor boy, around his age, exclaiming something to the professor and waiting for her to high five him, which forced Fin to smile. If ms. Dusek demands absolute respect from students, this will be fun. [God, Fin has no personality whatsoever *pulls his teeth out* And a bad post, sorry. edit: F me sideways, wrong char. This is Fin, or you can delete it Jeanne and I can repost later. Sorry. :/] Edited by Théodore Laroche, Nov 28 2010, 04:07 PM.
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| Cristyna Ashleigh 7♀ | Nov 29 2010, 10:40 PM Post #5 |
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Cali was wondering around the halls of school when a owl out of no where flew by and dropped a letter by her feet. She looked down and picked up the letter, reading the letter Cali started to head to her common room. Once in the common room Cali ran to her room and changed into to simple dark skinny jeans and a simple white v-neck tank top. She grabbed her wand and put in her right boot, so all she had to do was reach down and grab her wand if she ever need it. She then grabbed some gloves just in case she or someone else needed them, while also grabbing her books for later classes. Then she flew out the door so she wouldn't be late to her class. Once out side Cali went to her Care Of Magical Creatures Class. She slowed her run down to a fast walked to get to class faster, only to a walk so she wasn't all gross for class, she didn't want to be the last one to class at all. Rounding the corner to class she saw that there where only two other students and the teacher in Class. Sighing in relief that she wasn't the last one Cali smiled and walked up to the Professor. "Hello Professor! My name is Cristyna Ashleigh but I go by Cali."Cali said in a cheery tone. |
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| н Jeanine Dusek | Nov 30 2010, 04:39 AM Post #6 |
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Care for Magical Creatures Teacher
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Jeanine found it impossible to feign composure and disinterest as her students began to arrive. She was studying them all with the trained eye of someone who could estimate the number of times a pixy’s wing beat per minute fairly accurately. She scoffed quietly to herself at some of the fashions of the day that her students were sporting while also trying not to think of some of the awful things she had worn during her days as a student. She shifted her clipboard onto her hip and stood up a little straighter, taking a deep breath. There’s a first time for everything, remember. The first one to break the silence was a boy who was very enthusiastic and looked to be about sixteen, though Jeanine was certainly no expert on age and was willing to bet she was off by a few years. He appeared to be slightly taller than her, which bothered her slightly. She knew how hard it was to respect people who were smaller than her and she was not looking forward to trying to command respect from students ten years her junior who still managed to look at the top of her head with ease. He threw up a hand to give her a high five and then pulled his hands back quickly once he got a hold of himself once more. This one’s going to be interesting, she thought. She debated upon how to greet her students in order to best get their respect and, at the same time, their adoration, while striking a good balance between the two. She decided on raising her hand, palm facing outwards towards the enthusiastic student. “You can give me a high-five. I won’t break.” Another student, a girl, walked right up to her and greeted her. Jeanine noticed the gloves in the student’s hands and said, “Good girl, coming prepared.” She patted the girl’s shoulder—possibly a little too roughly, but then, they’d have to get used to that. Jeanine noticed a boy standing in the middle of everything, smiling slightly, being very quiet. I think I’ll like this one—he looks like he’ll pay attention. She gave him a little wave in greeting. After a few minutes of everyone standing around, feeling rather board, Jeanine called out in a carrying voice, “Alright! Class is now in session. If I could get all of your names, please, so I can mark down that you all arrived on time and award each of you five points for doing so, seeing as you were able to make it even with the location change.” Jeanine walked around to each student as they gave her their names. She repeated the names again herself as she marked them down, nodding, trying to get the names straight in her head. “Ian—that’s an easy one. Findecano—not so easy… Mr. Faelivrin? If you have a nickname you would prefer, I would be happy to use it.” She waited for his answer and then moved on to the last student. “Cristyna, likes to be called Cali.” Finished with the preliminaries, Jeanine moved so that she was in the relative center of the students. She waved any students who were standing father away over. “Good morning, class! This is the first day of Care for Magical Creatures, and if you are not supposed to be here, then you are most likely missing something important right now.” A few of the smaller students turned bright red and excused themselves quietly, dashing off to find whatever class they were supposed to be in. Jeanine laughed. “My name is Jeanine Dusek. You are not allowed to use my first name during class or in front of my superiors. During class, I would prefer to be called by the following names: Professor, Professor Dusek, Miss Dusek, or simply Dusek.” She noticed a few students looking bored and took a deep breath. “I will give you as much respect as you give me. All I ask of you is that you pay attention and try to enjoy the class. If you would prefer to ignore me or I feel that I am not getting the amount of respect that I need in order to run this class in a way that is relatively organized, you will receive detention. However, I would like you to enjoy this class. I will allow you to run riot most of the time, providing we aren’t doing anything too dangerous.” She paused again, shifted her clipboard, wondering if there was anything else she should say. Finding nothing, she moved on. “Now, you are probably curious as to why we are in the gardens. Many of you who grew up in wizarding households have probably run into gnomes before.” She heard a few grones and reacted to them with a smile. “For those of you who are unfamiliar with these creatures, they are nothing like the lawn gnome variety. They are small, rather ugly, and look like a bunch of potatoes stuck together. They are rather stupid, and they are a common pest in wizard gardens. The process of removing gnomes from gardens, or anywhere else, for that matter, is called de-gnoming.” Jeanine walked over to the entrance to a burrow and stomped her feet around a bit, drawing out one of the little creatures she was speaking of. “Now, most of the time,” she began as she deftly grabbed one of the ugly little things, “people just spin the gnomes around and then throw them as far as they can in order to get them out of the garden. You will all do exactly that, at least once, after you have marked your gnome.” She carried the gnomes over to where some of her things were sitting and picked up a jar of neon green paint. The gnome struggled and attempted to bite her, but she moved quickly, avoiding all of the small thing’s attacks with admirable ease. “If one of you could open that, I would be grateful.” She held out the jar. When a student handed it back to her, instead of picking it up in her hand again, she simply dipped her index and forefingers into it. “You will get some paint on your fingers and then, making sure your gnome is gripped tightly, you will mark whatever part of it you can reach—preferably the top of the head or the belly—with the paint. After you have done this, you will do one of two things. The first is spinning the gnome, like so.” She began to spin around at a rapid pace, her clothes billowing out around her a little. The gnome made little noises of annoyance and, eventually, confusion and mild discomfort, as it was growing dizzy from all the spinning. Once she had gotten some decent momentum going, she let the gnome fly—and it did fly, far from the gardens. She wiped her hands on her jacket. “The other option, which you will all have to do at least once, as well, is to attempt to lure your gnome into one of the traps, set up around the burrows.” She gestured behind her. “Once you have done both, I would like you to come back to me and say which method of de-gnoming you felt was more effective, and which one you preferred. After that, you may help other students who are struggling, and, once everyone is finished, you are free to go!” She stood for a moment, the students looking slightly confused at being bombarded with so much information all at once. “If you need any help, just ask. Let the de-gnoming begin!” [In order to catch the gnomes, you each have to answer a Care for Magical Creatures- or Harry Potter-related trivia question. Each question answered correctly earns you a successful gnome capture. Each question answered incorrectly is a failed gnome capture. Failed gnome captures will not count against your grade—however, Jeanine may mark you as a student who may need extra help. Ian Samuel Shanks: What is the name of the Hippogriff who injured Draco Malfoy in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban? Findecano Faelivrin: Who was Hagrid’s substitute for Care for Magical Creatures in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire? Cristyna Ashleigh: What was the name of the creature that Hagrid bred in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire that was a cross of a manticore and a fire-crab? |
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| Ian Samuel Shanks 4♂ | Nov 30 2010, 05:52 AM Post #7 |
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Posted Image now, hey-yo, do ya like it like that i'm the only one who can love ya like that ••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Smiling, enthusiastically, as Professor Dusek extended her hand out for a high-five, Ian nodded and joined her hand with a wonderful clap sound- not too hard, but hard enough to make a sound. He liked her already. Somebody tolerant of high-fives. Not just somebody. But a professor. He remembered one professor his first year who would just not stand them. Or him for that matter. He stood around while a couple more students gathered around the gardens. One boy- who was rather quiet- walked up to the group. Observing him, Ian nodded but was distracted when a girl in skinny jeans and a v-neck approached. Classy. She introduced herself to the professor as "Cristyna Ashleigh"... but preferred the name "Cali". Rather dumb, if you ask me... Ian never understood people like that. Why prefer such an awkward nickname- nonetheless, one that doesn't even go with your name. That'd be like him wanting people to call him "Tiger". Ridiculous! But- she looked like a decent gal, so he was not to judge. But- for his sake, he would call her Cristyna. Class began, and all that Ian could think of was that darn nickname: "Cali"- stubborn, he oathed to call her Cristyna. After-all, it is her name! Professor Dusek was talking to the class, and he heard, about, every other three sentences- Good morning class... During class, I would prefer to be called by the following names: Professor, Professor Dusek, Miss Dusek, or simply Dusek... However, I would like you to enjoy this class. Well, I could get used to this lady- she seems pretty chill! Now... if only that WAS really all that she said. A gust of wind blew, and the girl who was standing next to him was freaking out because he hair was messed up. Deciding to move, Ian took one big step to his right- now he was centered with Professor Dusek. It was now best that he choose to pay attention. Professor Dusek began talking about gnomes how to de-gnome. The de-gnoming sounded like something that Ian would come back at a later date, in his own time, to do. Heck- anything to do with paint and spinning around- and throwing things!- was a win in his book. Once she finished talking, he got right to his task. Picking up one of the nasty looking things, he gave a look a disgust- then dropped it when it snapped at him. Hey! Picking it back up, he gripped it firmly, and ran over to the jar of paint, slathering it with green neon paint, he shook it a couple times- just for kicks- and began to spin in a circle. Once he himself was almost unable to stand, he threw it and fell to the ground. Next-after stumbling to his feet- he had to get another gnome, this time- using the method that sounded less appealing. Spotting a gnome that looked smaller than most of the others, he picked it up then placed it back down. Looking for one of the traps, he pointed one out a couple yards away. Picking up the gnome, once more, he used a gentle touch- promising that he wouldn't hurt it. It wrestled a bit, but he refused to let it win the battle. Placing it just inches in front of the trap, he struggled for many minutes trying to get it in. Finally, frustrated, he went behind it and acted like he was going to chase it. The gnome moved a tad-bit, so he repeated his action until it made it's way into the trap. Aha! Sucker! Gotcha! Doing a small victory dance, he made his way back to Professor Dusek. Dusek! I'm done... ch-ch-ch-check it! Also. The alternative method- the one where we were supposed to lure the gnome thing into the trap... yeah, not fun. Not fun at all. And it took forever! For me, at least. Taking a breath of air, and giving her time to process all that he was saying, he paused- but then quickly continued his explanation. The paint and spinning method was more effective. Needless to say, it rocked. That one was more fun- and took less time to complete, although the jerk tried to bite me! Giving her a big smile, he raised an eyebrow- Did I do it right? [[ The Hippogriff who injured Malfoy was named Buckbeat. ]] ••••••••••••••••••••••••••• CLOTHES • this PLACE • CFMC Class WITH • CFMC Class NOTES • N/A- Ian is in a superb mood, though! |
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| Marissa Anderson 7♀ | Nov 30 2010, 11:43 AM Post #8 |
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((Oh dang nabbit. Sorry I would've posted in this class earlier but I forgot I signed up for it :/ )) Marissa was laying down in her bed, on top of her crisp, cool sheets. It was a beautiful day outside, and all Marissa felt like doing was relaxing and being lost in her own thoughts. She had a fruit smoothie in one hand and was sipping on it occasionally, a delightful feeling coming with every taste of that liquidy goodness. 'What a perfect moment this is,' Marissa thought fondfully. As she smiled at whatever journey her train of thought took her on, she unknowingly drifted into light and pleasant sleep. When Marissa woke up, she felt surprised at the fact she fell asleep. While rubbing her eyes, she found a letter on her chest. Marissa read it and her jaw dropped to the ground. It said that her Care for Magical Creatures class was on today in the gardens. Marissa reached for her watch and upon glancing at the time, realised her class started 5 minutes ago. She wasn't even dressed yet! Marissa was running around her dorm room like wildfire, racing to put on her uniform and collect up her class supplies. The she careered across the school and toward the gardens, hoping upon hope that she hadn't missed out on too much of class. When Marissa arrived, she was ten minutes late. She was a little dissapointed in herself, this is the first time she'd been late for anything in ages. But what's happened has happened, you can't change the past. So Marissa thought it be best just to try and redeem herself as best she could with the teacher. She walked through the garden and up to the teacher. "I'm so sorry I'm late, professor Dusek is it? My name is Marissa Anderson." Marissa put a stray hair behind her ear. "So, what exactly are you teaching in today's lesson?" Marissa asked, although looking around she could pretty much deduce they were doing something with gnomes. All the same, she awaited the teacher's reply. |
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| Findecano Faelivrin 4♂ | Nov 30 2010, 03:27 PM Post #9 |
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[Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank was the substitute.] Findecano smiled as the professor raised her hand and high-fived the enthusiastic Gryffindor. He really liked her gesture and she is quite gentle and kind-hearted by nature, although due to her inexperience as a teacher she will demand a hefty amount of respect. This proved to be true as she began to write down names and marks, seeming more like a busy little student again, than a serious adult. When his name was called, he raised his right hand, pulling it out from the pocket of his black coat and stated: "Fin will be just fine." He nodded and laid back into silence, listening to the instruction miss Dusek was giving them. The wind was blowing hard that morning, and several girls were annoying since it was messing up their hair. What Findecano noticed in that moment was: he desperately needed a haircut. His hair was falling down to his forehead, covering his sight and he constantly needed to take out his hand from the warmth of his pocket and put it out in the coldness which was biting the skin with its icy fangs. When the introduction to class was over, the fun part began. Findecano could spot several faces turning into wide grins as they heard the word "gnome", yet Fin didn't find it extremely amusing. He had helped at home in de-gnoming, his grandfather enjoyed spinning and throwing part a lot, but he was fed up with it. This summer they had to clean the cabin, which was pretty much in the middle of nowhere; set deep into the woods in the northern part of Czech republic. Gnomes were the major issue, since whole familes settled in and were in a middle of a "party", as he called it, when the Faelivrins came in. Both himself and the gnome weren't particularly happy about the spinning issue, but what must be done isn't hard, they say. Fin put his green bag aside and dipped his fingers into the paint, painting a neon "F" on the creature's belly. Muttering a silent "sorry" while doing so, didn't ease the gnome's look on his face, since this rather large gnome was looking at him with a frown. Or at least he thought it was a frown, Fin wasn't really sure. Gripping him firmly, he began spinning around in several circles, before releasing the grip and tossing the creature yards away. Putting his left hand on the forehead he looked as the gnome flew up in the air, before disappearing somewhere on the horizon. While waiting for the crowd to clear around the cages, Fin discovered several Bertie Bott's beans he had in his pocket, and started munching on them. When he got closer to the cage, he noticed that one of the smaller gnomes was staring at him, his eyes glued to the colorful bombon he held in his hand. Fin was puzzled, and looked at the gnome, quite confused since he couldn't discover what he's looking at. He accidentaly waved with his hand, and the gnome tried to reach out and get the yellow bean Fin was holding. Findecano grinned as he realized what the gnome wanted, and took him out of the cage. He laid down a path of Bertie Bott beans which lead to the cage. The small creature seemed really happy and started walking with a rather fast pace, completely focused on getting the colorful sweets. When Fin caught him in the cage, he continued to give him the sweets, as he carried him to professor Dusek. Standing near the Gryffindor boy which had an unusual way of greeting a professor, he waited for miss Dusek to notice him. The gnome, Jack, as he called it, grew fond of him (or should we say, the sweets he was giving to it?) and Fin seriously considered the thought to bring him up to the common room for some fun. Maybe some sort of a board game could be thought of, but he wasn't really sure if that was bullying the creature. With a frown, he decided to inquire miss Dusek about that information which was still a mystery to him. |
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| Cristyna Ashleigh 7♀ | Dec 6 2010, 07:36 PM Post #10 |
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((so I will post soon as Cali, but Bree is gonna post today hopefully, anyways its like finals week so yea I am gonna be busy with school between not and the 17, and then I have a party on the 18 so i will be back by the 20 :) bye)) |
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| н Jeanine Dusek | Dec 11 2010, 09:01 AM Post #11 |
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Care for Magical Creatures Teacher
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Jeanine watched her students begin to attack the task she had set them at. She sat down on a gnarled old stump that seemed very vulnerable to pressure, ignoring the sounds of the bark cracking. She could hear little things moving about inside it. She was tempted to crack open the stump to see—what if there was some interesting little creature inside, rather than simply termites and grubs and spiders, as there no doubt were? But, of course, she was not the student here. She absolutely had to pay attention to the lesson—her very own lesson. She still wasn’t quite able to wrap her head around being a teacher, a professor, in charge of molding young minds and leading them to success. She looked at some of them—her youngest students were only thirteen years old! That was a full twelve years of experience she had over them! They looked so… well, small! It was strange that she was in charge of them now, that she and Headmaster Shanks had decided that she was responsible and smart enough to handle a group of children—for even the oldest among her students were just that, absolute babies, all of them thinking they were all grown up. For a few moments, responsibility weighed heavily on her. Then she focused again upon her class and her students. She laughed quietly and smiled broadly as she watched students twirling around with the gnomes. Some of the students got so dizzy that they simply flopped down onto their bottoms, the gnomes scurrying away, back into their burrows. Other students were more successful. She pulled out a notebook and began writing observations about how the gnomes were reacting to different forms of capture. She could already see some of the gnomes beginning to return from where they had been thrown, looking the slightest bit battered and tottering funnily, but not too much the worse for wear. She jotted down how students were luring them into the cages, how many times people tended to spin before they released, what direction the gnomes were being thrown in. She was lost in her note-taking, her near-ruthless attention to detail so necessary to observation. A student came up to her. She looked up at the student—a Miss Anderson, she had heard—and stood. “Good morning, Miss! Yes, you are a bit late, aren’t you… well, I won’t penalize you for a first offense, but just know that I won’t tolerate lateness again.” She reached over and grabbed her clipboard and jotted down that Marissa had been late beside her name. “As for what we are doing, we are de-gnoming in two different ways—an easy class, and it should be a fairly enjoyable one.” She gestured to the cages. “One of the ways you will do this is by luring one gnome into one of the cages. You can do this any way you like. See, like that young man there.” She pointed to young Mr. Faelivrin, who was using jelly beans to complete the task. “To complete the second half of this task, catch a gnome and spread some of this green paint—” she picked up the jar to show her “—on the gnome somewhere, preferably the belly, though wherever you can reach is perfectly fine. Then, I want you to take the gnome and begin spinning in circles until you think you’ve gotten it dizzy and have gained enough momentum, after which you just let it go and it’ll go soaring off and, hopefully, never come back to this garden again.” She noticed that many other students were already finishing and that Marissa had gotten a considerably shorter explanation and had no visual examples to follow, like the others had had. “I’ll get you a partner to make sure you understand, alright?” Ian then walked over and explained to her how his de-gnoming session had worked. She wrote everything down in her notebook and then looked up at him. “You did do it correctly, and you were the first one to finish. Which means,” she paused, shifting her notebook and clipboard in her hands for a moment, “that you will now be assisting Marissa here in her de-gnoming. I am sure you will be able to provide a good example.” Other students walked over to check in with her and she wrote down their observations. One girl was sobbing and complaining that she had been bitten hard enough that she needed to go to the nurse. Jeanine sent her off quickly with a short note and then returned to her teaching, dismissing students as they finished. She heard gnomes complaining loudly in their funny little wordless way about being locked up—except for one. One of her students—Fin, she remembered—walked over with his cage in hand. The gnome was staring reverently at him as he popped Every Flavor Beans into the little guy’s mouth. “Are you going to steal this sweet little guy away?” She could see the gnome drooling a little. “Well, I’m afraid he’s going to have to remain in my custody, at least for a while. You can come and visit him in my office if you’d like, or try and find him again once I’ve re-released them.” She looked around to see if any other students who needed attention. She had found none—a successful first lesson, in her mind. You can do this, see? It’s even easier than a slice of apple pie. [Ian Shanks: Correct! Findecano Faelivrin: Correct! Cristyna Ashleigh: No answer as of yet Marissa Anderson: Who teaches Care for Magical Creatures before Hagrid takes over?] |
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