Arithmancy Class With Professor Vector[8]

[Elena Elias]

*inhales and smiles broadly*
*thinks to self: oh, this is going to be good...*

[Priscilla Medusa Chimaera]

vector said:

may i ask you what your opinion is Priscilla, since you are doning very little from hiding it?

*glances at Priscilla and then looks up at Ginny*

But don't worry about it Ginny, just have that work on the board in by the end of class and you'll be absolutly fine.

*looks down at her work and then addresses Pricilla*

Proceed....

*Priscilla's mind startes churning like a clockwork when she realizes she has been caught out with a big old smirk on her face. However it widens into an innocent smile as the sollution was lying right in front of her. Picking up the parchment with her writing on it, she answers the professors question.*

Why, professor, I wasn't really paying attention to the late-comers. I've been thinking about the tasks you gave us, and having answered the first one now, it got me thinking about several other persons of historical imortance and what their numbers are, and I just found some of them rather amusing. My apologies, of course, if I should have been listening, but as this is an arithmancy class, and my piers reasons for late-coming isn't really my business, I kept my mind occupied with the subject we are here to learn.

[Elena Elias]

*rolls eyes, disappointed, and begins flipping the pages of her textbook, peeking ahead at chapters to come*

[Anna Bellacoure]

*anger boiling inside her at this teacher, she sets he quill down and looks at Professor Vector*

Professor. I don't think you are being fair to her.

*takes a breath in, wondering what exactly to say*

She...she is trying her best and has a note to excuse her absence, so you shouldn't be angry with her. The girl looks exhausted and probably doesn't want to be yelled at. You're giving her a hard time and she doesn't deserve it. So, if you want to give someone a hard time, give it to me. Because I've probably no use of any of these classes and don't intend to be here much longer. She, I am sure, is planning on finishing school. Me? I'm not sure. So make my last year *thinks to herself: Or less...* be miserable.

*picks up her quill and starts working again*

[Professor Septima Vector]

*snorts at Priscilla's response amusingly but glares at Anna when she speaks*

Silly little girl, learn from Priscilla, who aparently has learned to stay out of people's business, unlike yourself. You have no agruement of my fairness, i didn't even take points from either of you... some teachers prefer to tell there students nothing about what they mean when they are disappointed, I, however, believe in a practical approach to teach older students: Treat them like adults and they will get a taste that utter freedom is not all you learn.

Irresonsibility is unacceptable, and i would see to it if i were you to never be so inclined to question me again.

*turns to the class*

Homework? an essay on what you expect and what you would like to learn. Dismissed.

[Elena Elias]

*turning to leave as soon as possible*

ouch, such bitter homework!

*laughs her way out of the room*

[Troy Joy]

What the…

Did I just see her hair (Priscilla) slither like snakes? Hrm.

*his mind is interrupted by the entrance of late comers*
*decides to complete his class work amidst the chit-chat arguments*

Girls…cannot live with them…cannot live without them…

*smiles to himself*
*taps his half-broken pencil on his chin*

My heart number is 12 in Agrippan, 14 in Chaldean. I only know my mom, and she probably changes her name as we speak. You know. Cops, FBI, CIA, the whole shebang.

1) What does the word arithmancy originate from? Explain.
Greek words. Divination with numbers.

2) What is another name for the agrippan method?
Pythagorean method.

3) What, in your opinion, is the most reliable source of “fortune telling” and why?
The best one, especially when you’re hungry, is the fortune cookie.

Speaking of hungry…

*hears his tummy rumble*

-Dismissed-

Lunch time baby!

*scribbles messily at the corner of the class work paper*

I expect and like to learn how to eat pi.

Accio Troy to Professor Vector.

*feels a tug on his body*
*moves forward passing the girls*

Hey ladies, wanna ride?

*smacks forward onto Professor Vector*

My aren’t you lovely up close. Here Prof.
*winks and hands her his paper*
Never rush a genius at work.

[Priscilla Medusa Chimaera]

*Priscilla's eyes narrow as she observes Mr. Joy, and an eerie expression crawls onto her face, as if she's seeing something no one else can see. Then her eyes widen again, and she looks dangerously pleased with herself. She puts her paperwork from this class on the professor's desk and heads out of the classroom.

[shelybaby]

[glow=red,2,300]*walks into the class and sits into the nearest empty seat*

*looks around to see who's here*[/glow]


*sees no one is about and says to self*

sod this im leavin

*leaves the room*

[Anna Bellacoure]

*storms out of the classroom, knowing where she was going, and what she was about to do*

[Professor Septima Vector]

*glares at Joy, advancing even closer, towering above him*

Why thank you Mister Joy, but i would advice you to leave this classroom for your lunch period before you raise your ego any higher.

*snatches the paper from his hand*

Please write with an ink quill next time Mr Joy, and i attend to see an extremely detailed essay in a few days when your homework is due, considering how well this paper is completed.

*turns around and glides to the front desk*

Goodbye Troy.

[Troy Joy]

Still charming as always, Professor.

*smiles simply*
*gives a bow*

God be with ye too my lady.

*casually walks out*
*pauses near the door*

And by the way, Mister Joy is my dad. I'm TJ.

*laughs and disappears*

[Professor Septima Vector]

*laughs fr about ten years and then cleans up the papers on the students desks*

[Professor Septima Vector]

*walks in to preare for the next class, hoping that more students will bother to show up this time*

*sighs sitting down at her desk looking at the few scattered desks and the tiny class lists that were posted, Hogwarts was practically deserted, no longer seen as a safe haven when it was the safest place for students. It seemed to her that it wouldn't be changing very soon, but she had to pull herself together and teach, or what students they had would eventually leave as well*

*gathers herself and whips out a huge lesson plan and waits for there arrivals*

[Professor Septima Vector]

*glances up at the clock, seeing that there was still time for them to arrive on time, but still... students needed to show up to class, they couldn't all be out on there own*