FIRST CLASS; (all years)

[ANGELO POTTER]

angelo potter!

Charms 101

"Come on, settle down now students."

It was once again that time of year, when students regathered at Hogwarts to attend classes. There was still the same young new rebels that venture into the school for the first time and think they are the greatest. There was still the little clusters of students in their little groups of friends. There was still the picking on the new students by the bullies of some higher years - Angelo knew very well what happened amongst the students. The bullying, the rebelling and the gossiping. He wasn't going to stop it. It was a teenager kind of thing.

"Welcome to Charms and welcome back to Hogwarts," he began loudly - his voice magnified by a charm so that students in the back could hear him clearly. "And for those of you who are new to Hogwarts, I welcome you to the school and hope that you learn many things here in the future."

He strolled on over to his desk where charms textbooks and leather bound journals were piled highly. He flicked his wand and the books floated out towards the student filled desks where one textbook and two journals landed on the tables lightly in front of the students.

"These are your textbooks. They have been charmed so that you cannot lose them. So nobody can take them, hide them and then laugh as you scurry to look for you lost book. If someone hides it, the book will be smart enough to vanish and appear before the owner of the book." Angelo smiled at the simple spell he had created that nobody had thought about before. How could no professor think of something as simple as that.

"You must always take both of these books to class. The textbook will always be used. One journal is for classwork and homework. The other is for creating spells - ideas about spells and other stuff that you find to go into said topic. I do not want to see Herbology notes in any of these journals. Or any other subject notes to be precise!"

Angelo once again flicked his wand and all the textbooks opened on page two hundred and twenty. The tittle on the page was 'bewitching'.

"Can anyone explain the term bewitching to me?"

[SHELENA SUMMERS]

And then another year had officially started. This was Lena’s second year at Hogwarts and she could finally, with confidence, say she had gotten used to the magic. Coming from a muggle family this was a big feat for her, but then she had always had a good imagination so the idea of magic being real did not come too foreign to her; she had dreamt about it, wished for it to be true, and then it was… Like… like magic! She was muggle no more, instead a witch, and man did she love Charms. No it had nothing to do with the fact the teacher was a hottie, but it certainly didn’t hurt that he was.

The Charms teacher, Angelo, strolled to his desk and the books were delivered out. Lena took the liberty to zone out; surely it was the same speech as last year, or at least something resembling it. First when the books opened up did she turn her focus back to the man, and then down to the letters inked into the paged. Bewitching- she knew this; she knew she knew this, but her mind blanket out the moment he asked. This was not a good day to get an iron-veil floating over her, blocking all thought process.

Lena turned her head about in the room, taking notice of the strange faces, the first years. Wow, it was unreal to think that she had been here a year already. This was so different from the magic prep-school, which had been far more muggle-like, it was first when arriving at Hogwarts that she felt truly magical, and now she felt normal again.

She waited for someone else to answer, too curious now about the new arrivals, the fresh blood. Was there anyone interesting looking? Someone she wanted to get to know? Was there anyone here who she knew from her neighbourhood? Were there any younger classmates from prep-school that she had hung out with? From the desk she sat by her view was limited, and all too many familiar faces and older students blocked her little sightseeing.

[VLADIMIR ZETINA]

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CHARMS. YES CHARMS. OF COURSE HE WOULD get stuck in this class with the school headmaster. It wasn't the WORST subject in the entire school. Just the most BORING subject in the entire school. He didn't mind Charms. It was just easy and really annoying being taught by the headmaster himself. But Vladimir Zetina wasn't arguing. Charms was better then Herbology or Divination. Those were the classes that he had the most trouble in. He knew that by the end of the semester he would have bad grades in those. TEXTBOOKS AND JOURNALS. COOL. AT LEAST he gets to write something down. Something that is at the very least SEMI-interesting. Vladimir shook his head unenthusiastically. What was the Wizarding World coming to? Why did he have to get stuck in a Pureblood family. Why couldn't he be just a regular muggle kid messing around with electronics and crap. What did this have to do with Charms class? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. At the sounding of a simple question Angelo once again caught the attention of the zoned out Vladimir. "CAN ANYONE EXPLAIN... BEWITCHING TO me?"

[/b] Professor Angelo asked the class. Vladimir looked down at page in front of him that had 'mysteriously' opened to page 220. Bewitching. Vladimir didn't have to think to much about it to know that it meant to charm, to enchant, or to fascinate. Quickly he raised his hand in an attempt to be acknowledged.

"PROFESSOR, IT MEANS TO CHARM, ENCHANT, or to fascinate. It also means to affect by witchcraft or magic or cast a spell over."[/b] He said in this strange tone of voice that almost sounded like excitement.[/size][/div][/td][/tr][tr][td]

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[Héctor Alvarez]

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[MALAKAI RYDER]

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[atrb=valign, top][atrb=style, border-left: 8px solid #d1d1d1; background: #417548; padding: 4px 4px 4px 7px] Another year, another wave of fresh students. Supposedly this meant he'd shifted up by one in the school's hierarchy, and such a lift supposedly dictated that he and the rest of his year were to feel slightly superior. Or so Malakai had overhead from a pair of snickering second years, trailing just a few yards behind when he stepped into the Charms classroom. He had squashed the urge to sigh in exasperation. It had nothing to do with him, but it seemed utterly foolish to so quickly assume the rookies would have any less knowledge of spells. Particularly since there were always those who still had yet to master the charms they'd been taught during their first year. At any rate, their blatant self confidence was irksome. From where he sat near the middle of room, he calmly appraised the students who sat around him. There was one girl whom he vaguely recognized as another student in his year, and another older boy who looked to be fidgeting with excitement. Both were Gryffindors. There were others, of course, but at that point the professor began to speak. First came the expected welcoming speech, then the actual productive part. As the textbooks and journals distributed themselves, he couldn't help but wonder, Is it really the books being "smart enough", or the cleverness of the caster who cast the spell? If intelligence could be so easily bestowed, I doubt half of the students would bother showing up. "Can anyone explain the term bewitching to me?" And not a heartbeat later: "Professor! It means to charm, to enchant, or to fascinate. It also means to affect by witchcraft or magic or cast a spell over." Malakai couldn't help a slight smirk. Not a bad answer, but practically quoted verbatim from a common dictionary. At least it was a contribution to the class, and from a fellow Slytherin.

[ANGELO POTTER]

angelo potter!

SUBJECT

Just as the headmaster asked the question about the bewitchings there was a reply from one of the students. A Slytherin student and a new one at that. Angelo just guessed that he was trying to get the attention of the teacher. Most new students did it. It was something that happened every year - even when he was a student attending Hogwarts. There always had to be that one student who would try and grab the attention of the teacher.

"Professor! It means to charm, to enchant, or to fascinate. It also means to affect by witchcraft or magic or cast a spell over." Vladimir had said in a rather enthusiastic voice. Angelo saw other students from other years and houses smirk at the response to his question. He could practically hear the thoughts of some. 'What is he doing?' and 'This is too early to be that loud'.

"Yes, that is precisely what a bewitching is." He flicked his wand and a chest that was beside a wall opened up and he took out a few things one by one. The first thing he took out of his box of tricks was a brown ball with a few created dents in it. A bludger.

"I'm sure you are very aware of this item, if not, then where have you been? Either way, I shall tell you. A bludger is an item used in Quidditch that is a bewitched item. It's main task is to try and knock people off their brooms." He cleared his throat as he tossed the ball in his hand and smiled.

"Can anybody else give me another sample of something that is commonly used that is bewitched?"

[ANNIKA HOLMSTRÖM]

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[VLADIMIR ZETINA]

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OHKAY, HOW EMBARRASSING. HE COULDN'T believe that his competitive style had just decided his decision and that he had spoken the answer out loud without waiting for the instruction to go. So when the professor asked the next question Vladimir's had shot up quicker then the engine of a locomotive. This time, however, he held himself back from spitting out the answer. THEN HE HEARD FOOTSTPES COME INTO THE classroom and he spun around to see whom had come in. It was a beautiful blond haired girl from Gryffindor house. Great! just what he needed! Another Gryffindor in the classroom. That made three against two. Maybe he could win a few more points before the Gryffindors caught up. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? VLADIMIR! WAS that house rivalry talking or was that Vladimir Zetina's jealousy talking? Damn boy, get a hold of yourself before you go all crazy like and become an idiot!

[/i] What was up with him today? Sure, he was competitive in the prep school, but not this bad!

THEN AUTOMATICALLY HE SAT FORWARD once again, the whole time keeping his hand up so that the professor would notice him in a little bit better circumstance this time.

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TAG...angelo, shelena, hector, malakai, holmstrom || WORDS...209 || NOTES...none || MUSE...slow muse.

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[Héctor Alvarez]

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[ANGELO POTTER]

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[Joan Bishop]

No one owes you anything, I think you need a shotgun blast;;
The darkest hour never comes in the night, when you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?

"Can anybody else give me another sample of something that is commonly used that is bewitched?"

It was a simple enough question for the attentive student. Joan puffed out a sigh, making her bangs flutter a bit. She was strongest in Charms, but why did it always start off so slow? She quirked a brow at the late coming student, and the way Potter had scolded her. She's older than me...Shouldn't she know better? A mental shrug was all the silent question got. Joan was always early for Charms, and most of her other classes. And she never sat in the front. It was the way she liked it. A happy middle, between over-achiever and school bum.

Joan hardly blinked as the bludger flew past her, making her hair flutter. She didn't scare easy. For this reason, she had considered several times to join the Quidditch team. But, alas, she had chosen not to. Maybe later, but not now. Last thing she needed was the female players yelling at her for distracting the male players, friend and foe alike. What a drag...

"Golden Snitches, pictures, quills, and children's toys are but a few commonplace items wizards bewitch in everyday life. The list goes on." It almost sounded as if she were hinting that wizards were lazy.

NOTES:: Sorry, but I was looking for a place for Joan, and this was too perfect. x'3

[OLIVIA HOLMSTROM]

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[ANNIKA HOLMSTRÖM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=CellPadding,4,true][atrb=CellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 350px;][style=background-color: 000000; padding: 5px; line-height: 80%; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 10px;]FIRST CLASS (CHARMS)[/style] [style=width: 300px; color: 797979; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify;] Well, it was as she had expected. Annika sat quietly as her professor reprimanded her for being late, listening but not interrupting. Of course, his question as to why she was late was rhetorical - she wouldn't jump in with some excuse. It didn't really matter why she'd been late; what mattered was that she hadn't arrived on time, and that was not to be allowed. She did, however, comment when the boy near her spoke up. Héctor, a fellow Gryffindor. She smiled wryly and said in a light, indifferent tone, "Nope. Just finding my sister and helping her figure out where class is." Then she turned pointedly away. But that brought up a good question - where was Olivia? Her younger sister had been behind her a minute ago. Annika looked to the doorway and saw a pile of books on the ground. Oh, lord. Olivia must have been startled by the bludger. Annika knew that the Quidditch ball wouldn't harm her - she'd been in Charms long enough to know that the headmaster wouldn't have loosed a real bludger on them without charming it to avoid them - but this was Olivia's first class of the year. Hopefully the Holmströms wouldn't get a reputation for being late. A moment later, her sister reappeared, gathering up her books and apologising to the professor before hurrying to a seat. Then she sat down next to a Ravenclaw, who was also younger than Annika. She didn't know her name, but at least Olivia had someone to sit next to. And it seemed like this girl knew a bit about charms. Hopefully Liv wouldn't be too lost on her first day back. [/style] [style=background-color: 000000; padding: 5px; line-height: 80%; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 10px;]WORDS 278   TAGS angelo, héctor, olivia, charms class   NOTES lalala[/style]