INTRODUCTIONS (Demonology Class)

[ZWEI]

(Class will accept students for two days, then close and get a roll on. I'm expecting only a few people, so I'll keep it short. Regardless of year, all students take the same introductory class, since Professor Dva Pavel has just joined the Hogwarts staff this year. For info you might know about the teacher, please check the second post in my profile.)

The classroom was surprisingly small compared to the sizes of most other Hogwarts classrooms, and had room for only thirty people at most. It was sparsely decorated, and it's only occupant when it came time for the first demonology class of the semester was the teacher himself - Dva Pavel. Despite demonology being taught at Hogwarts for close to fifty years, in the lengthy history of the school that length of time was little more then a drop in the bucket, and getting a proper teacher was still difficult. Few were fully qualified, and Dva Pavel fit the bill.

What he did not fit, however, was what a teacher was supposed to look like. While his black robes were neat and orderly, his hair was anything but. Falling to his shoulders, his hair was the most absurd color of dyed blond, while the front bangs were died pure black. It was an obvious dye job, and rather contrasting to the way he held himself - stiff and proper. He waited for his students to file in, sitting in his desk as he shuffled through papers - papers that were, if anyone cared to look, student files.

[MAGNUS VON BLITZKRIEG]

Quiet. Quiet before the storm. Calm. Sullen. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Magnus allowed his blue eyes to flutter closed for a moment, taking a few more deep breaths. His Demonology class was to start very soon and though he was anything but late, he still had to make an outstanding first impression. As he had done a million times on a million different days, the German licked the pad of his thumb and slicked back a single stray hair; one strand was unacceptable. He quietly slipped the black leather glove back on and waited.

Five minutes until class started; the optimal time to be early. With a faint breath, Magnus pushed open the door to the Demonology class. The room was small, sparse and anything but grandeur. The teacher, his blue eyes found, was similar to the room. Though neat and tidy, his hair was a strange mix of colours that he would never approve of, and his judging glare fell on the man with thinly veiled guise.

”Good morning, Sir.” Though from his class timetable, the man was a Mr. Pavel; he didn’t know his first name, but he was Russian, and that was a small comfort. Russians have never treated him badly before; hell, he was raised by one as if he were his son. There was a story behind that which he preferred to leave until another day. Without a second thought, he swept himself to the front row of seats and sat down; unafraid.

[ICARUS BRADSHAW]

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Though, to be brutally honest with you, Icarus was itching for confrontation. The teenager shoved it aside though, and paused only to nod a small polite greeting to the Professor. He had some complicated name, something Icarus doubted he would ever be able to properly pronounce. The youth’s eyes lingered for a heartbeat, a little startled by the outrageous hair style, but he tried not to let it show on his face. He’d rather not get called out on thinking his professor had a crazy hair style, thanks.

The raven ducked to the back of the classroom, aiming for one of the seats back there instinctually. He hoped that, if he was back there, the professor wouldn't call on him. His stomach coiled anxiously at the mere thought of all those damned eyes turned his way.

Yeah no, he didn’t like people at all. The idea that he would be placed in a position where others could judge him, even something so small as answering questions in class, was enough to make his skin crawl. Still, he hoped he wasn’t being too obvious about this. The last thing he needed was to get called on since he was trying to avoid that very thing.

God, going to class was becoming something filled with anxiety for him. You’d think that with two years under his belt he’d be more confident, but that didn’t seem the case. He scowled to himself, irritated that he was so affected by his stage fright.

At least the class seems interesting. Icarus thought, feeling a small stab of excitement. Demonology, it was certainly a different subject, and he was quite interested to learn. Even if the teacher did wear his hair oddly, surely he was qualified to teach the subject properly?

Icarus glanced up from his desk, cherry-hued eyes flickering with mild curiosity. Well, there wasn’t much left to do but wait for more students to file in right? In the meantime he’d observe everyone else and try to get a feel for the people in his class.

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WORDS. 413
TAGS. classroom post :U
LYRICS. attack / 30 seconds to mars
NOTES. lol, unsocial icarus is a freaking creep XD seriously, hahaha. don’t talk to anybody, sit in the back of the class, then proceed to stare. way to make friends champ.

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[KAIDEN DAWSON]

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"My name's Kaiden.. do you mind if I sit here? The other student here looks like he might c-cut me or something.."[/color] the male admitted, gaze fearfully flashing to said blond as he muttered the words. Regardless, he sat down carefully beside the slightly shorter ruby-eyed boy, admittedly curious about his eye color..

Yet he turned his attention to the teacher, not wanting to be caught for ogling his classmate. Embarrassing.

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[ZWEI]

Three students, and two of them had been looking at his hair. It was an interesting start to the day. He really didn't mind his hair, personally, and had no issues with people liking or disliking his hair - but he did like people noticing his hair. Noticing his hair and making their silent judgements about it meant that they were aware and paying attention, and despite his suspicions that the first and second boy didn't quite like his hair, he simply smiled pleasantly. Especially at the first student, who greeted him in a rather formal manner.

Zwei was not surprised by the small number of students. Demonology was not a popular subject, after all, and while plenty people took it, the class was the introductory class, and most people seemed to think it was perfectly acceptable to skip a class that they believed would contain no actual teaching. They were horribly, terribly wrong.

"Welcome to Demonology." He began as a few more students trickled in, nearly late themselves, as they filled in the rows a bit. No more then fifteen students - a pathetic amount. "My name is professor Dva Pavel." He spoke with a distinct Russian accent as his eyes flicked across each student in turn, already processing nicknames. People earned their names in his class, and while he'd already matched each face to a name in one of the files on his desk, they would not be called by them until they had proven they were worth it. "I have been informed that the previous instructor only taught theory for the first two years in order to 'adequately prepare' you for Demonology." Well, that certainly explained it. Two years of theory would probably send almost anyone to the mad-house of utter boredom. "I find the previous teacher's methods to be acceptable but useless. Demonology is difficult to learn because it manages to be both highly dangerous, while resisting attempts to be taught. The more you are taught of demonology, the less useful it becomes."

His fingers tapped on the desk, a faint rhythm. "So, shall we test the absolute basics of your knowledge? A British wizard summoning a low level demon will get something with red skin, horns, and wings. A Russian wizard will get something akin to a pogrebin. A Japanese wizard will get a small spirit without proper form." All of that was common knowledge, the basics of the basics - but his next question was anything but. "Why does this happen, based on your best guesses?" It was an answer someone could take a guess at, but it had certainly not been discussed in previous years.

[MAGNUS VON BLITZKRIEG]

Quiet. Quiet before the storm. Calm. Sullen. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Magnus watched with a wary eye as the other students filed in; not only his peers, but his competition. Actually, more the latter than the former. They’d be the ones he’d fight tooth and nail with to claw his way to the top, and win the favour of this Mr. Pavel that he wasn’t sure if he liked yet. Liked him or not, he’d have to win his favour if he was to survive by his own standards. As each student filed past him to sit in the back seats, the German turned his nose up at that, silently judging them.

But at least, the professor was speaking and Magnus listened with rapt attention… That was, until he heard the professor’s first name and nearly laughed out loud. The smallest of smiles made it’s way to the corners of his mouth; he wasn’t sure whether to be amused or roll his eyes at the obviousness of it all. Dva? Couldn’t he think of something better? Perhaps it was truly his name, but it was unlikely. He only raised an eyebrow though, deciding to speak with the man much later.

Mr. Pavel went through the usual first class speech and Magnus took in every word of it, despite hearing it all before. Then came a question that he had never quite heard before; why certain demons took on certain forms. Huh, quite the curious question, though Magnus was willing to take a stab at it. He raised his hand, waiting on the teacher.

[VLADIMIR ZETINA]

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[rs=2]	NO. NO! NO!! VLADIMIR! YOUR LATE TO demonology! I hate this castle! Couldn't it all be just like a normal School house?!

[/i] Vladimir thought to himself frantically as he raced down the corner and to the appropriate door. How in the wizarding world did you ever get lost?! almost to the demonology door he took a deep breath. He was late. He was a first year Slytherin and he was LATE! His first impression of himself trying to get to one of his FAVORITE classes was HORRIBLE!

VLAD BURST THROUGH THE CLASS DOOR AT full speed and slid to as stop as he realized that he was disrupting class. He looked at the front of the class seeing his new teacher. Other then his face blushing slightly, the emotion "embarrassment" was no where to be seen. Of course that's what he felt but there was no way he was going to show it.

THERE HAD BEEN A QUESTION BEFOREHAND as he was hurrying into the room. If he had known what it was he could have answered it to make up for it, but that wasn't the case. Now Vlad was dangerously annoyed. He needed something to show that this was not his normal routine.

QUICKLY HE LOOKED AT THE PROFESSOR AND then the class. "Sorry for interrupting Professor, and I'm sorry for being late." He then studied his new teacher as he walked over to a seat in the second row and sat down. He didn't want to sit in the front, mostly because the seats were taken, but he wanted to be able to pay attention in the class, because it was his favorite. Hopefully the professor won't dock house points for him. Anyway, his study of the professor. In Vladimir's point of view the male was perfect for the job of teaching Demonology. It being a slightly creepy subject Vladimir wasn't surprised by his teacher. His colored hair surprised Vlad a bit, but not much because Vladimir wasn't much for judging based on looks.

BOTTOM LINE, OTHER THEN BEING LATE, Vladimir was confident that he was going to like this class.


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TAG...pavel, blitzkrieg, bradshaw, dawson || WORDS...367 || NOTES... Haha poor Vladimir! Poor classroom! || MUSE...hehe its a bit funny to me.

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[ZWEI]

It was always a test, always a little trick to see who would react to his name. His name, after all, was universal, and it was always good to know who spoke the language of your cover, and would be the most likely to catch him if he made any mistakes. Those were the people to tread carefully around, and it was immediately obvious that only one member of the class spoke Russian, and Zwei's eyes shifted, fixing firmly on the student in the front row. Zwei was very good at picking up little ticks, and the eyebrow raise was not even hidden.

He would have made a comment - and then the door burst open and another student burst in. Zwei's eyes flicked over, and after a moments assessment, he flicked through the files, plucking up Vladmirs. "A Mr. Zetina?" He asked quietly, giving the faintest of nods at the apology. "I am not excessively concerned. Today is the first day of class, and not every student knows his way around. Please take a seat." He continued, waiting for the newcomer to take a seat before continuing.

"The question posed is why demon summoners of different cultures produce demons that look different, despite their capabilities being the same. Yes, Mr..." He paused, fingers deftly flipping through the files to draw out Magnus's. "Oh, I apologize, how do you say your last name?" It was a test - a very, very specific test, just to see how the student would respond. Zwei could pronounce it just fine.

(Feel free to assume Zwei calls on you from this point on if you raise your hand. I'll be speeding this lesson up a bit from now on.)