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 Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 6:12 pm
WELCOME TO TRANSFIGURATION
SIXTH/SEVENTH YEAR CLASSROOM
The Transfiguration classroom is a large room, about the size of a large classroom, though possibly a bit larger. It is built to accommadate forty students at one time, though rarely needs to do so. The room is sparsely decorated, as the point of the room isn't to draw students in for decorations, but rather for the learning. On the board are the written instuctions for the day. Students are expected to be on time to have all their assignments completed. Professor Arashi is strict with discipline, so be warned.
RULES 1) Follow all gaia TOS and all guild rules. 2) Behave in class. 3) Homework may or may not be assigned. Post it in my office. Do not post it to this thread, as the thread will get too crowded. idea When posting the homework in my office thread, write "Transfiguration Homework #" on the first line, depending on what number it is. idea On the second line of the post, write your character's name. idea On the third line, write their year. idea On the fourth line, write their house. idea Skip a line and then should come the assignment. 4) Stay in character. Limit OOC conversation to a minumum. TEXTBOOK Guide to Advanced Transfiguration CLASS ROSTER
Vlaityn Brales (Blue Logic) - 6th year, Ravenclaw
Xurdion Dungeon (Ivalice_Overlord27) - 6th year, Ravenclaw
Damian Richards (Jackie1171) - 6th year, Gryffindor
Jesse Zeller (Jesse Zeller) - 6th year, Hufflepuff
Joel Ryan Callendente (Sarola) - 7th year, Ravenclaw
Nicodeamus Du Noir (Nina Orusa) - 7th year, Gryffindor
Angelica Ellsworth (raindrops on my head) - 7th year, Slytherin
Lucille Bell Furr (Lullubell Furr) - 7th year, Slytherin
Ascella Henther (Ruruka) - 7th year, Slytherin
Peter Lauritz (peter Lauritz) - 7th year, Gryffindor
Eloise Antoine Mason (Eloise Mason) - 7th, Gryffindor
Sezer Philips (Ikamaru) - 7th year, Ravenclaw
Seamus Riley (Morgana_Drews) - 7th year, Slytherin
Elijah Solomon (iWrite) - 7th year, Gryffindor
Vivane Winterbourbe (Dndrules3) - 6th year, Hufflepuff
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 6:15 pm
HOMEWORK
Assignment #1: Write two to five sentences on what you hope to accomplish in this class and why you chose to take Transfiguration. Be sure to observe the guidelines in the first post.
GRADES
Passing Grades - Outstanding (O), Exceeds Expectations (E), Acceptable (A)
Failing Grades - Poor (P), Dreadful (D), Troll (T)
Red=Tests, Blue=Classwork, Green=Homework
Brales, Vlaityn - ~, O
Du Noir, Nicodeamus - O, ~
Ellsworth, Angelica - A, O
Mason, Eloise - O, O
Philips, Sezer - ~, O
Riley Seamus - O, ~
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 4:50 pm
Professor Arashi walked into the classroom. It was unusually empty, or maybe it was simply early. Whatever the case, she decided to take advantage of the situation.
She placed her bag under her desk and began to write on the board.On the board, Professor Arashi Welcome to N.E.W.T.S. Transfiguration. Since you have already mastered the art of changing inanimate objects to other inanimate objects and animate objects to inanimate objects, today you shall start with turning inanimate objects into animate objects. Sixth Years: I would like you to take out an extra quill. Lay it out on your desk and practice transfiguring it into a worm. When you feel that you can do this adequately, then I would like you to call me over and have watch you transfigure the quill both to and from a worm. First person to successfully do this will receive ten house points. Second person shall receive five and third person shall receive two. Seventh Years: Your task today is similar, but you will be working with more complex objects. You must do the same thing, but with your bags. Take your schoolbags and place them on your desks. If you prefer, you may empty them. Transfigure the schoolbags into owls. When you feel that you have adequately practiced, please call me over and I shall watch you perform the transfiguration, as well as the untransfiguration. First person to do so successfully will receive ten house points, second person shall receive five, and third shall receive two.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 8:03 pm
Eloise stepped into the Transfiguration room, a small happy skip in her step as she had her fingers laced with Nicodeums'. El saw the teacher, but other than Professor Arashi, she and Nico were the only ones int he classroom. It wasn't something she was personally comfortable with. Being alone with Nico wasn't a problem, but being with Nico, and a teacher was a different story.
After a moment of straying in her thoughts, Eloise shook her head, the dark cornsilk hair tossing lightly against her uniformed shoulders. Eloise let go of Nico's hand, skipping softly over to a seat near, but not quite, the front. Taking her wand out of her pocket, she set it on the table, then began to rummage through her pockets. Unlike what a lot of people like to think about blonde's, Eloise is one of the few that don't carry any sort of school bags. She writs with muggle pens, and pencils, carries a small pencil sharpener, four pencils, and three notebooks in the pockets of her robes.
Over the summer, since Eloise had needed new robes, she had bought a new cloak, robes, uniforms, the whole schibang. On top of that, El added a few things to her robes. On the inside she had sewn on some zipper closing pockets perfectly sized for notebooks, and pencils, and one for her wand. Eloise prided herself in her handiwork, glad that her mother had taught her to sew before she passed on.
After another moment of letting her mind wander, Eloise snapped back to reality. She read the board, and frowned. Casting spells was never her specialty, since she was never very natural at handling a wand. El would much rather work with a needle or thread, or even a computer than a wand. Every day there was that nagging feeling in the back of her mind as to whether or not she was really a which. Of course, she could do meager magic, but the only reason she was a which was because her mother had been one.
Eloise snapped back to reality once again, her habit of floating off to her own world was showing quite a lot, even though she really didn't want anyone to know that she hated living in her current existence.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 9:42 pm
Seth strode confidently into the classroom. His ice-blue gaze cast this way and that, taking in every detail of the class with somewhat unsettling accuracy. Taking a seat, he uncoiled Esrath from his neck and piled him on a corner of the desk. He took out his book, parchment, and quill, then looked up at the board. Transfiguration was one of his favorite classes, and he couldn't wait to get started.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 11:24 am
Professor Arashi looked up in time to see Seth uncoil Esrath. Getting up, she walked over to his desk. "Since bringing pets to class is not allowed, I assume you have a good reason for doing so?" she questioned. Professor Arashi was strict with rules and did things by the book, in most cases anyways. It was simply the way she was raised and she demanded strict obedience from her students.
She looked at Seth, the look in his eyes was rather unsettling, something about it just wasn't right.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 9:43 pm
Sezer gathered up his books neatly, stacking them into a very neat, very orderly pile and securing his arms around them tightly, unwilling to have any of his precious texts fall. That was be unthinkable, unforgivable, and, basically a sin in his book. His one book that were someone to go through all his books in pursuit of this said book, one would never be able to find it. For it didn't exist. Though he was planning to right a book The Ten Sins of Book Handling and How to Treat Them As The Precious Trinkets of the Past They Are. Or perhaps that was too long. Regardless. He rose from his seat with surprising grace from a non-Quidditch player, a fact he would attribute to his yard work if ever asked, and stepped from the room purposefully.
Out in the hall, he let out a breath, visibly ignoring his glasses which seemed to be hanging precariously off the end of his nose yet again. For all his near-perfectness - for perfectness could never exist, and was Sezer was pretty damn close - his glasses frequently hung askew on the bridge of his nose. Not that he was entirely conscious of this fact at all times. He cleared his head, rubbing his temples, remembering a particularly unpleasant nightmare Joel had given him last night about the raping comment, willing the memory to make haste and disperse. In the process of this, he'd managed to lean against the wall, almost as if he was depending on the massive stone structure to stay upright, and had a rather troubled look that suggested he was concentrating far too much and was going to end up hurting himself mentally or physically (perhaps both) if he didn't quit thinking so hard.
(Just to clarify, that was him leaving the Potions classroom. Now he's in the hall somewhere between Potions and Transfiguration, leaning against a wall.)
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:10 pm
Vlaityn took slow, trudging steps towards the Transfiguration room, mulling over the beginning of school. The implications. The work. The people. Time ticking slowly away. In all honesty, it hurt. The end of summer was always the worst time for Vlaityn; and it always came too soon.
In her distraction, Vlaityn had almost missed Sezer. He was leaning precariously against the stone wall, almost appearing to be in slight mental anguish. A barely noticeable frown painted itself across Vlaityn's delicate mouth, causing a small shadow to pass quickly over her face.
Sezer had always seemed like an intangible force to her, but seeing him in prose against the wall made him, well, realistic. Biting her lip and contemplating silence, Vlaityn stopped a few feet away from him and put on a small smile. "Always thinking, aren't you? So....admirable." She drawled before grinning a bit.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:22 pm
Sezer, after giving in to his mind's demand to have a moments rest, felt a tiny bit better. But, to find the margin by which he felt better, one would need an ant's measuring stick. Since no such thing was available, as it would be crushed by any wizard or witch trying to use it, no matter how careful they were, it was so tiny a margin that it was virtually immeasurable. However, the presence of Vlaityn, a fellow Ravenclaw he was actually very close to whom he was in no danger of getting his face licked from, caused him to blossom a smile on his lips.
"Why, thank you, Vlaityn. And, yes, I do think often, don't I? There's a lot to contemplate, after all." As he spoke and as his eyes took in her features, something about her after she'd studied, or after she'd had a lesson just drew him to her. Thankfully, the excuse of speaking to her had given him the excuse of practically gawking at her. Not that he'd done any such thing. For his 1940s style of being raised had raised him to be appalled at the thought of actually staring of, even, looking at any part of any female below their neck was absolutely vile. Another sin, it was. He cleared his throat, and though it was dry, that was by no means the reason for the action.
"And you, you look very studious. Your first class of the school year went well, then?" His smile managed to retain itself so far, and, though it required considerably less effort, now, he couldn't ignore the dull ache of his head. Apparently, there was such a thing as too much of a good thing. I mean, really, too much thinking? Goodness. What was The Wizarding World coming to?
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:32 pm
"Oh, just Herbology. You know how that goes; neither all good or all bad. The joyous occupation of prodding those God-forsaken mimbulus mimbletonia. Although our lovely new housemate did fling a nice quantity of stinksap at me. Truly, it's been an excellent morning." Vlaityn's expression bore a countenance that was half murderous and half pleased. She silently hoped Sezer wouldn't be alarmed; he was just bringing out the happy side.
"Your morning?" Letting her friendly inquiry hang in the air, Vlaityn did her best to resist every urge she had to push Sezer's glasses back up his nose for him. The risk of offending or startling him was just too great. Not to undermine the temptation it was, though.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:45 pm
Despite any better logic that would've screamed at him not to, Sezer found himself chuckling at Vlaityn's reminiscing of her morning. He managed to regain his composure fairly quickly, however, and held a hand to his head absently, scratching. "I apologize. I think I'm going barmy. If I'm not there already. Smarmy Joel and his.. innuendos." He made an over exaggerated face, when it occurred to him that he'd just cracked a joke. Well, damn, what was happening to him this year? After a milisecond of contemplation, he decided it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
"Mine, thank you for asking, was pleasant. I finished my potion with flying colors. Not that it was difficult, mind you." He flashed an arrogant grin. "Because, hey, I'm me. I'm good at most everything." He repressed the urge to laugh at that, for he'd said it and it would be just plain stupid to laugh. With a bit of a smile, he realized that the ache was fading.
(I'm off to bed. Terribly sorry, but I'm tired. XD I'll be on most likely when I wake up. So, about, maybe, tenish pacific standard time? Until then, good night! Pleasant dreams! Certainly none like Sezer's, I hope. XD)
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 11:12 am
"Just flying colors? You mean to tell me there was no boom of trumpets? No shower of confetti? No explosion of applause? Sezer, you could do so much better!" With a slight scowl, Vlaityn wagged her index finger at him, as if scolding, before letting an unobtrusive chuckle out. Sezer's bragging never really bothered her, probably because it wasn't exactly bragging. He just was that smart.
He was smiling more easily. That at least could put Vlaityn in a better mood. But had Joel bothered him that much? "Oh, you know Joel just can't resist!" A soft smile appeared at the thought of her good friend. "He just loves everyone so much. Especially you." Vlaityn had to laugh, remembering how Sezer and Joel had interacted the previous night in the Great Hall. It had been entertaining, to say the least.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 11:27 am
Sezer blinked behind his gray-rimmed spectacles, baffled for the smallest of measures of time. Then he let out a booming chuckle that seemed far too open for someone like him. Someone who focused on his grades more than his social life. In fact, next to Joel, the two boys could be polar opposites. He ended his chuckle shortly, ignoring the look a few passing first year Ravenclaw gave him. They admired his work ethic, that was the reason they nearly attacked him when he left the Great Hall. It had nothing whatsoever to do with his eyes. Nothing at all. "'Fraid not. Unfortunately, my own private orchestra was late. Apparently, I finished too fast. They didn't even arrive at Hogwarts when I'd finished. And their last minute substitue, a mariachi band consisting of several gentleman all named Paco, simply wouldn't cut it." He all out grinned now, any wariness from earlier completely gone.
He sobered a bit. "Yes, yes, I know. Joel is a special soul. He possesses the uncanny ability to love everyone for their faults, annoy the hell out of his best mates, and still manage to retain his face. Rare, that."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 2:48 pm
Nicodeamus had followed, much like an obedient teddy bear. Saluting to the Professor, he sat down next to Eloise and opened the bag that contained most of his things. Though he was a little disorganized, he retained his careful planning. Opening his notebook and seting up his quill, he was more fond of using a Muggle pen, but he'd be disowned by his father. He set his bag on the table, and quietly whispered a spell under his breath, perfectly turning the bag into a black owl. He returned the poor owl to it's normal state and checkd for any mistakes. Transfiguration was the one clas he was skilled in, and he loved it all too much. He needed to ask Professor Arashi today about the requirements of becoming an Animagus too... "Professor Arashi?" he called quietly, waiting for her. He then turned to Eloise and nudged her slightly.
"Are you awake, El? Hello?"
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Psychotic Daizy Dukes Captain
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