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| Class One, Herbology An Introduction.; All Years. | |
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| н Oreius Falco | Dec 6 2010, 12:08 AM Post #1 |
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Oreius leaning heavily on his walking stick walked slowly about the cold greenhouse, He had gotten up early before the morning light. I was his first class and he was determined to make it go well. The temperature had plummeted over night and was still dropping lower as the morning rolled on. Ice and snow lay heavily on the glass panels making them opaque, looking around he could tell that this place could do with a bit of redecorating. He waved his wand, several rows of desked benches popped into existence replacing the single desks, waving it once more a blackboard appeared floating in mid air, with a final flick of the wand a piece of chalk appeared and started writing words of it’s own accord. ‘Herbology An Introduction, All Years’ After lighting all of the hanging lanterns that provided a welcoming glow around the greenhouse, he stowed the wand in his belt he sat down at and ornate desk covered in vines and Ivy he picked up this mornings copy of ‘The Daily Prophet’ avidly reading and interesting article regarding the Werewolf Registration Act and weather or not it should be reinstated, frankly, it was the only thing interesting in the paper theses days. He spent the intervening time while waiting for students to arrive idly doing the crossword. After filling in the word. Hippogriff with his quill he rolled up the sleeve of his staff robes and looked and the gold and silver watch on his wrist, just in time, breakfast should have finished by now and students should be making there way to classes. He got up from his seat and stood by the floating board his gnarled hands clasped on his walking stick, and faced the door waiting for the first of his class to arrive. |
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| Walter C. Dornez 1♂ | Dec 6 2010, 07:19 PM Post #2 |
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The idea of moving back and forth between classes had not made Walter any less aggravated, nor would it ever as he walked slowly through the grounds of Hogwarts towards the one last class of hope for Walter, Herbology. He wondered how it would be ruined already, knowing he couldn’t just have one class that focused on the kinds of things he had been most interested in. No, he knew in the end, all the classes would fail to peak his true interest and take him soaring into a world he hadn’t been able to reach in a very long time. Yet it was the price he had to pay in order to progress in his own private hobbies. Because of this, he had been willing to pay any price for this pain, even if it meant such a demeaning set of classes that would steal his very soul by the end of the term if the headmaster would allow it. Dornez walked down towards huge glass buildings filled with various plants he had never seen before and knew, even if the class would continue his aggravation; this garden of fantastic dreams would never do so. The possibilities to learn exploded beyond one’s imagination and the endless paths one could take to gain all the knowledge had been impossible to calculate. This type of center of knowledge had to be illegal, or maybe it had just been the first break Walter would receive the entire set of classes he had been through. He walked up to the greenhouse dead center of them all to see someone sitting in the center looking over the newspaper. Oh, how Walter would love to look through the articles at this point just to clear his mind of the day’s classes. He slowly made his way around to the door, cracking it open slowly and he reaching a foot in as if to sneak in unseen through a transparent door. He made his way to the back of the rows of desks and took his seat, silently and gently; as if not to make a noise. He looked up at the professor in front of him and bowed his head slightly, his mangled black hair from before his last class now straightened as he heading out from said class; the monocle in front of his right eye sitting perfectly atop his nose. “Hello Professor. My name is Walter C. Dornez, and I’m happy to see you in this class. I’ve really been looking forward to this all day,” Walter began to relax a bit as he let out a warm smile, deep down wondering how the teacher would actually teach in the given situation; unable to avert his gaze now to locking eyes with such a professor. He knew he would have to break his glare eventually, yet now had not been that time and he hoped the professor would not mind too much. |
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| Cristyna Ashleigh 7♀ | Dec 6 2010, 07:39 PM Post #3 |
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((Bree and Cali wont be around because I have finals this week and I need to study for school sorry but I will be back around the 20 :) bye!)) |
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| н Oreius Falco | Dec 7 2010, 12:54 AM Post #4 |
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Oreius, looked at as the door swung open he kept his eyes on the young Ravenclaw as the boy slouched he predictably made his way towards the back off the class and silently groaned. So it was going to be this type of class. He looked around the greenhouse and wondered how many students were still two come. Rubbing his hands together he reached for his wand and waved it lighting several paraffin burners that dotted the greenhouse adding extra warmth to the wintry air. Upon hearing the boy speak he turned his attention back to him as he introduced himself. ’Looking forward to this all day?’ Oreius thought. “I would never have guessed that seeing as you sat right a the back.” He let the silences and the locked gaze last a few seconds longer. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Dornez.” Said the old warlock stiffly. “For being the first to arrive for class I shall be awarding four house points to Ravenclaw.” in the same laborious voice. He turned to sit down behind his desk absent-mindedly twirling his wand in his fingers. (OOC: Forgive the short post I’ll wait for people to show up before I start.) |
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