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Post by Jaxon Bronx Pietri on Nov 18, 2010 19:21:11 GMT -5
I'm late.
Not a good thing to think when you're the professor, not to mention a Head of House. Jaxon should already have been standing at the front of his class, awaiting his students as usual. Even with his recent injury, he allowed himself no excuses. He felt it unfair to expect students to class on time without being on time himself. Moving through the bustling corridors, Jaxon narrowly avoided an elbow to his newly-repaired ribs. A spell ricocheted off of the stone wall and, incensed, he turned around to face the offender but the third-year had already disappeared in the mass of students.
Growling to himself, Jaxon pushed his way through the pack to his classroom door. A quick glance around the room appeared to confirm his suspicions of still being the first to class. He had figured that his daily stop at the Hospital Wing to have his wounded forearm attended to would have made him more late than his students. Apparently, he was wrong.
Madame "Whatsername", as Jaxon called her, had wrapped his wound far too tightly. He wasn't a medical expert but he was sure that his fingers weren't supposed to be tingling. Grabbing his copy of Fantastic Creatures, he set it on his desk. Another furtive glance at the door confirmed his secludedness, but he knew that he could be interrupted at any second for class. Best to make it quick, the professor thought with a grimace, lifting the sleeve of his robe and deftly unwrapping his arm. The wound itself was disgusting. For some reason, it didn't look like it had gotten any better; however, it had only been three or four days since the incident. Before anyone could see him, he wrapped his wound once more, making sure not to touch it.
Turning his attention back to the book, Jaxon flipped the pages until he found what he was looking for: the elusive phoenix. The noise got louder and his bright hazel eyes found the doorway. At any moment, his higher-level students would arrive.
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Post by Zahara Noir on Nov 19, 2010 17:35:37 GMT -5
Zahara had dragged herself to Care of Magical Creatures class she wasn't in the best of moods but she did enjoy the class so maybe a lesson would brighten her day... But her mood was further flushed down the toilet when she found out it was not a hands on lesson. It was a book lesson. Walking down the halls wearing the skirt, sweater, and white shirt that was her school uniform with her house tie and knee high socks with four and a half inch heel mary jane's, robes hanging from her messenger bag she made her way to class.
She rounded the corner of the corridor and found the teacher just entering the room. So either she was perfectly on time or late in some shape or form. Walking to the door she swung it open and strode into the room dropping her school bag and one of the desk. The room was empty which means she was first to class. Which was a miricle in its self but didn't set well with the rebellious teen. Not to mention she was completely sober. Another record. The day just kept getting better by the moment.
Flopping down in one of the chairs she pulled out her book and other things she would need and began to quietly sing under her breath as she doodled on parchment while waiting. Bordeom quickly overcoming her. Another reason she preferred to be fashionably late. No need to wait for things to get started.
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Post by //Rosabelle Ross-- on Nov 19, 2010 20:57:45 GMT -5
Rose couldn’t be late for this class. No, it was Care of Magical Creatures. Judging by the fact that class was happening indoors, it was probably only a book lesson but otherwise, the fifth year Gryffindor was rather excited. Any chance to learn about the fantastical creatures of the magical world was enough to get the usually stoic girl bouncing on her toes.
She ran almost full speed toward the classroom, her black sneakers slapping the cobble hallway. Her rucksack, a muggle model, were slung over her shoulders and bounced against her back as she rounded the corner. The book inside were weighing her down and by the time she got to the class, she was out of breath. Maybe she had been a little too eager to get to class.
With a smirk, the blonde Gryffindor pushed open the door, proud that she was actually on time for a class. She swung the door wide open with her knee as she swung her bag around to her front and digging through it for her book. Rose, being the clumsy girl she was, it wasn’t an easy task to fumble in her backpack and attempt to sit down at the same time.
Instead of finding a chair, the girl promptly missed the seat and fell to the ground. “Damn.” The girl muttered the swear, staying on the ground for a second, her eyes never leaving the inside of her backpack. After picking out the book, she stood and plopped it on the desk and herself into the chair she had previously missed.
Glancing around, Rose saw that she wasn’t alone. Professor Pietri stood at the front of the class, still not looking his best. She gave him a sympathetic smile before turning around to see if there were other students. She spotted Zahara Noir, a girl that the Gryffindor actually was acquainted with. ‘Maybe I could sit with her.’ The girl thought briefly before shaking her head. Nah, this seat was good and close to the front, just the way she liked it.
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Post by Jaxon Bronx Pietri on Nov 27, 2010 17:39:50 GMT -5
Distracted from his book, he glanced up to see Zahara enter the room. The girl was always late (not to mention always in his office) but in class, she was a hard worker. Perhaps her attitude had decieved them all but whatever Jaxon would prefer thinking, it was probably just that she enjoyed his rather easy class. He hoped that she didn't like it simply because it wasn't as difficult as some of the others and that maybe she just liked magical creatures. With her, it was hard to tell. She wasn't social with him like some of the others. He had told his classes and his House that his classroom door was always open to them, but few ever took the initiative to come see him. Zahara wasn't one of the few but he couldn't hide the fact that he was proud that she, a Hufflepuff, had been the first to class. It was most likely a record for the girl.
A mass of others hurried in to take their seats, one of them the Gryffindor Rosabelle. Jaxon wasn't one to pick favorites in his classes, but if he were, she would be one of them. Her willingness to learn (especially all knowledge dragon-related) made teaching that much easier. At least he knew that one of them was listening to him. Suddenly, there was a crash, and she disappeared from view with a swear, only to seconds later resurface from behind the desk. Jaxon wasn't one to care much about swearing but he believed that there was a time and place. He wouldn't cause a ruckus about it; he quirked one eyebrow paired with his twisted smile to get his point across. The blonde gave him a sympathetic smile and he realized that he must still look like the living dead. The accident hadn't been so long ago but he had figured a few days of suspended classes would have done him some good.
Once the students were seated and more or less ready for class, he glanced up from his book. "Good afternoon, class. I do hope that you all took advantage of having a few days of no magical creatures. I've heard the weather was quite nice," he began. Most of his students had heard from another professor, the headmaster, or peers that his class had been cancelled, but he still hoped that none of them had waited on him for those few days. "Today's lesson will concern the phoenix. Who can tell me exactly what a phoenix is?"
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