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Post by Prof. Filius Flitwick on Jun 20, 2009 10:04:05 GMT
*The professor strode into the classroom, several thick books tucked between his arms. He gently placed the books over the desk and slumped onto the cushiony chair, removed his wand, stowed it back into his robes after giving it a light jerk. A thick fog erupted over the blackboard, revealing a long heading which read:* Defensive Charmwork and Shield Charms *He then conjured some gillywater for himself and started bibbing. He hopped off the chair and clipped his way to the center of the classroom, his body language seeming very lively and energized. The next thing he did was a bit of tapping work with his fingers while thrumming a classic, which commoved all the chairs and the desks of the room in a much neater and organized manner, even the dark room was suddenly illuminated with lamps floating in mid-air. He got back to his desk while continuing to hum the tune, looked at the arrangement, grinned at the look of it seeming contented with his job.* *Soon after this was done, he directed a long pile of books towards the desks in front of him. The books went shooting into the air, eventually resting over the desks, one on each. All the arrangements were done, and the room appeared all set for the next Charms Lesson.* *Prof. Flitwick then again settled himself in a snug position over his chair, awaiting the students' arrival.*
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on Jun 20, 2009 20:18:36 GMT
*Strolls into the empty classroom, yawning behind her hand, not looking forward to another dull lesson. Slowly she slips through a row of desks, opting for one toward the back of the room.*
*Looks down at the desk and the book settled upon it, rolls her eyes and drops her bag at her feet. Her eyes travel to the front of the classroom, landing of Professor Flitwick, and a charming smile slides onto her lips.*
*Smooths out her long hair and slips quietly into the desk, ready and waiting.*
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Post by Prof. Filius Flitwick on Jun 22, 2009 12:40:44 GMT
*Lays his eyes upon Bronagh entering the classroom, her body language seeming very lazy and dull. Conjures a gilded goblet full of claret for himself, sips a titchy amount and holds it below his desk, trying to avoid it being noticed by Bronagh, who seemed intent on the book*
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Aurora Brightmore
Respectable Ravenclaw
7th Year
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.
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Post by Aurora Brightmore on Jul 7, 2009 14:18:43 GMT
*Bounces into the classroom. She had no idea why, but she was hyper today. Rose walked toward an empty seat in the middle of the room and sat down. She sat her bag in the seat next to her, and folded her hands on the desk.*
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Post by Sélène Bordeaux on Jul 13, 2009 3:34:53 GMT
**fairly skips into the classroom, brimming with schoolgirl zeal**
**chooses a spot behind Bronagh and takes out her textbook, parchment, quill, and ink**
**shyly**
Hi Bronagh. Where's the Head Boy?
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on Jul 13, 2009 18:53:10 GMT
*Turns in her seat to face Selene, expressionless.*
If I were you, I'd worry more about my boyfriend before someone better comes along, and snatches him up.
*Smiles smugly, snapping her head forward, hair fanning out behind her, and almost smacking Selene in the face.*
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Post by Leo Ivanovitch on Jul 14, 2009 0:56:42 GMT
*slips in silently, almost late once more*
*chooses a seat next to Selene, slipping a hand under the desk and squeezing her thigh gently*
*whispers*
Hello, lovely....
*pulls out his book and looks to the front of the class*
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on Jul 14, 2009 1:08:34 GMT
*Rolls her eyes as Leo enters the class, gathers her things, and raises from her seat. She turns to look at the "happy" couple, makes a gagging gesture, and moves to an available seat on the other side of the classroom. Just the thought of having to overhear any mushy words to each other made her nauseated.*
*Settles into her new seat, pulling out her text book, parchment, and quill. She places her things on her desk, and faces the front of the class.*
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Post by Prof. Filius Flitwick on Jul 16, 2009 11:28:30 GMT
*Finishes his claret, the goblin disappears as soon as it gets empty. Wipes off his face with the help of a cloth lying on his armchair. Watches students entering the classroom. Decides to wait for a a few more to show up. Grabs a book, starts reading it.*
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Post by Leo Ivanovitch on Aug 10, 2009 16:40:58 GMT
*begins to fidget in his chair, wondering when class is going to start*
*flips distractedly through his book, trying to find the page that deals with the subject of the class*
*sighs heavily and turns to stare at Selene, having nothing better to do*
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Post by Prof. Filius Flitwick on May 11, 2011 14:34:51 GMT
*Squints at the few who'd managed to appear for the class, cursed his ill luck. He thought to himself.*
What could possibly keep students away from a subject like this? God alone save this generation.
*He frowned, and continued reading the book.*
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Post by Wyman McCalman on May 11, 2011 14:39:52 GMT
*Runs fast towards the Charms Classroom. He was already late for his class. He reaches the class' door and finds a very few students.*
Good Morning Professor!
*He wishes the Prof. and enters the class. He settles in a seat and waits for the class to start.*
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Post by Tina Griffin on May 17, 2011 12:19:06 GMT
*Even though she received her best marks in Charms she didn't like places in the front. After she had greeted Professor Flitwick Tina had chosen a seat in the middle of the class. With wand, quill, a piece of parchment and her copy of the required Charms book on the desk she had occupied she waited for this lesson's beginning.*
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2011 19:52:55 GMT
Jennessa hurried in after the two Ravenclaws. She really hoped she wasn't late this time as she had no clue what time it was. She smiled to the Professor and moved to take a seat, drawing her wand and placing it upon the desk she had chosen. She adored Charms class. Out of all the classes, she liked those dealing with Wandwork the best. Especially Charms. And thus, this being her Favourite class, it was one of the few that she truely looked forward to. Jennessa chose a seet right around the middle of the class, still not liking the front of it either. She sat quietly, awaiting the class to start.
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Aurora Brightmore
Respectable Ravenclaw
7th Year
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.
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Post by Aurora Brightmore on May 19, 2011 16:00:14 GMT
Rose rushed towards the Charms classroom. She had just finished her free period and had been so concerned with her potions essay that she had completely forgot about Charms. She grabbed the door just as it was about to shut, nearly flinging it open in the hurry she was in. Rose cringed as it smacked into the wall, pulling it shut slowly behind her.
"I...I'm sorry Professor Flitwick."
Rose bowed her head and headed to a seat near Tina.
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