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Post by Cyrus Thorn on Dec 29, 2008 14:27:06 GMT
Ahh… he was late. One look at the empty corridors told him this. But Cyrus didn’t really mind so much; he was often late to lessons after all, and since it was the beginning of their first week back at Hogwarts they couldn’t very well expect him to waste time being early, could they? He sauntered through the corridors at a fairly steady pace. This was before he realised he wasn’t sure where he was sauntering to- what subject would they be attending now? Ahh… crap. Cyrus’ mind told him it was Defence Against the Dark Arts. It was his favourite subject and always would be. He shone in DADA; his exam results had come back last year with that shining round O next to the subject title. He wished, of course, that Hogwarts didn’t focus so much on the defence, but put more time into the offence of the Dark Arts. But apparently that would mean they were secretly rearing a school of mini-Dark Lords, which just wouldn’t do now would it? It was mostly the manner that Druex taught the class that irritated Cy however. Last year there wasn’t really anything to challenge him, to make him consider the possibility that he wouldn’t get Outstanding as his grade that term. Hopefully this year there was a little more competition, a little more to think about in the subject.
He was already at least fifteen minutes late to Druex’s class and as he turned to head in the direction of the classroom, was delayed. A portrait caught his eye as it hung from the stone wall beside his head- and his eyes were instantly drawn to the figure there. “I say, they’re brilliant boots.” He told the young man in the portrait. In response, the other man grinned, obviously a fan of his boots himself. His feet were incased in thick black leather, fairly low and with a sharp square heel. A silver buckle wrapped around the boot and the toe was a little pointy. Cyrus had of course seen boots almost similar before- but he liked these ones. It took him another six minutes of conversing and questioning the man in the picture as to where he could get his own pair of boots just like the ones he wore (Pennsylvania) before Cyrus continued towards his class, satisfied with the answer and conversation the man had given him. He didn’t normally talk to the portraits as they rarely had anything interesting to say. But he had liked those boots.
Cy walked into the classroom just as Druex awarded one of the Chan girls- Cyrus always forgot which was which- some house points. A smirk appeared on the Slytherin’s lips as he looked at the class. Or rather, Oscar Flynn. The boy was covered in a girly lilac that made him look completely ridiculous and incredibly… well, queer. Cyrus threw his bag absent-mindedly into a corner, though it somehow landed neatly on a table top. “Sorry sir, I had to find out about some boots.” He drawled as he stepped further into the circle his classmates had made. As he did so, a movement to his right caught his eye- the professor had sent three spells off. One at an unimportant Hufflepuff and the other two at Finn Miles, a boy that Cyrus quite disliked, and Pyro- which made Cyrus snicker in amusement. The events that followed this made Cyrus even more entertained. He laughed at Finn’s ridiculous skin colour and the idiot’s lack of sense- it would not have been that difficult to both twist away from Pyro’s grasp and block the simple colour spell at the same time. Some kids just didn’t have it in them. Joining the circle beside Pyro, Cyrus casually crossed his arms. His thoughts were not on the class, not even on the colourful (and quite stupid) spells flying around. But on the boots. Cyrus liked nice boots.
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Theo Darke
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Post by Theo Darke on Dec 29, 2008 15:45:43 GMT
Theo had to restrain his chuckles when poor Oscar, Professor Druex's first victim, was hit by the lilac-coloured spell, causing his entire body to change. At Oscar's witty question, Theo had to bite his lip, a wide smile evident on his face. Really; his boyfriend could be such a tease. Whilst Druex sent further spells to other unsuspecting classmates, Theo leaned up to whisper in Oscar's ear, "It's a shame the colour fades before we could test that out." To others it looked like they were sharing a conspiratorial joke or secret, and well, they were. Grinning, Theo only just managed to catch Pyro Blackfire's ingenious method of using Finn as his human shield. Theo felt sorry for his Hufflepuff friend, though a smile quirked onto his lips at the expression on Finn's face. Theo was just about to nudge Oscar and say something else, when it was then he noticed a purple streak flying at himself.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed in surprise, a flash of annoyance at himself for not concentrating disappearing as quickly as it had come as his attention turned to defending himself. His wand flicked deftly in the air as Theo automatically yelled, "Protego!". The purple-coloured spell was less than a metre from Theo's face when he dispelled it, and he lowered his wand and breathed a sigh of relief loudly. "That was a close one. Don't distract me next time," he sent Oscar a mock glare.
((Sorry it's short.))
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Post by Ephraim Eades R7 on Jan 21, 2009 4:14:56 GMT
Leave it to Finn to deflect a spell right at him. Ephraim laughed it off after his cousin accidentally turned him purple. E knew it wasn't intended, but it was still something that only Finn could manage. The entire mess itself had originated from Pyro, and had Ephraim been expecting the unexpected, maybe he'd have been able to block the spell. But, alas, E was caught off guard, despite the spell not even being inteded for him. At least it was only purple skin. It could have been a lot worse.
"Thanks, professor," E said, wathcing his skin return to it's normal colour. Shortly after, he was somewhat surprised when the professor cast another spell his way. Only this time, it wasn't a counter spell. It was the same exact spell that had just turned him a different colour once. E wasn't about to let it happen again. At least not this time when he knew it was coming.
"Protego!" he shouted, firing the defense spell at the oncoming spell. Enough of the other students had already cast the successful protection spell for Ephraim to feel confident in his own attempt. Half of him was tempted to deflect the spell at Pyro, but he knew that would only lose Ravenclaw points. Plus, it was somewhat amusing to have been turned purple anyways. And, it was equally amusing to watch his crazy cousin manage to always keep class entertaining. "That's how you cast it," he joked, whispering to Finn after watching the protection spell dissolve the colour attack spell.
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Post by Professor Kendric Druex on Feb 4, 2009 20:21:08 GMT
"Good job. Good job indeed. Ten points to Ravenclaw. Five to Mr. Darke, and five to Mr. Eades." Kendric heard his door open and close and didn't need to look to see that it was Cyrus Thorn, Slytherin seventh year who was incredibly late. Kendric still surveyed the room, observing the last few victims that he had left. "Five points from Slytherin, Mr. Thorn," he said resting his eyes on the boy for only a second. "You are all N.E.W.T's, not first years who don't know their way around the castle. There is no reason any of you should be anything but on time for my lessons. Tardiness will not be tolerated in my class, and seeing how class is almost over, I wonder why you even decided to show up."
Kendric then whirled around and sent three identical green jets of light at India Nightingale, sixth year Slytherin, Jack Reid, also a sixth year Slytherin, and Aurora Chan, seventh year Hufflepuff. Part of Kendric was angry at the boy's tardiness. This was his last and final, and probably his most vital year at Hogwarts. These students needed to have some type of drive or motivation to do well. Kendric wasn't going to make any of them do anything if they didn't want to, or constantly stress the importance of the students carrying themselves appropriately. If they didn't learn it by now, then they never would, and he wasn't about to hold anyone's hand.
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Post by Cyrus Thorn on Feb 4, 2009 22:23:48 GMT
He smirked as the house points were given out – and the smirk disappeared when Slytherin lost five points. But it was still there. If anything, it had grown; he just wiped it from his face, his expression showing pure guilt. His fellow students would know this guilt was a total façade. Cyrus was never guilty. Or at least, very rarely. To Cy, guilt came from your heart – it was not the same as your conscience, which he saw as a mental thing. And Cyrus didn’t pay attention to his heart in that sense, so had no need for guilt. His lips twitched ever so slightly at the mention to finding his way around the castle – and especially at Druex and what he was ‘wondering’. The Slytherin was tempted to press on the matter of the boots, and would not have completely cast aside the notion of taking the professor out to the portrait to show him the boots; surely then, upon viewing them in all of their splendour, the man could not scold his student?
Cyrus did not care for the house points in the slightest – what use were they to him? “To watch this.” His smirk returned as he absently answered the professor’s question without looking at the man – instead, his eyes following the green jets of light. More specifically, the one aimed at India Nightingale. He wished for a moment it was not just a harmless colour charm, but something more serious. That girl was not a good example of how Cyrus liked his girls to be. Raising one eyebrow as he looked on, he didn’t actually expect the girl to fail in any attempt to block the charm, but she was far more interesting to watch than Reid and Chan, the latter being one of the most boring girls Cyrus could think of. By boring, he meant Hufflepuff.
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Post by India Nightingale on Feb 6, 2009 13:57:41 GMT
India barely paid attention as the class revolved around her. Her attention was mainly focused on her thoughts of the last few months, as usual: Duke, Madeline, Skye... She wondered, a little, what her father had been like too. Madeline had not spoken about Christopher, not once. India assumed her mother knew he was dead. Madeline had heard Duke's confession too, so she was aware of the facts; aware of the life she had had taken away from her for seventeen years. Such thoughts caused India to frown. She wondered, curiously, if what she felt towards her mother was empathy. Skye had said so, but India could not be sure. Emotions - true emotions that were not anger, pain, sadness - were new to her, and although she no longer evaded them and pretended they did not exist, a small part of India was still fearful of what merely feeling would do to her.
Professor Druex sent useless spells at the students beside India. She gave the task little heed, merely readying her wand for when - because there was no doubt he would do so - the professor sent the same spell her way. It was simple, easy... boring; not at all challenging in any way. India's thoughts continued to remain in herself as Druex tested Oscar Flynn, Ariane Chan, Pyro Blackfire, Finn Miles... It was then India's attention was briefly caught by a familiar figure stalking confidently into the classroom - late. India watched with apathetic eyes as Cyrus Thorn took his position in the circle and observed his arrogant smirk with distaste.
India withdrew her gaze from Cyrus. The professor continued the lesson, but she was vaguely aware of Cyrus losing five points to Slytherin, which India was also indifferent towards, for she had no house pride whatsoever. Druex targetted Theo Darke and Ephraim Eades next, and just as India's mind turned to the thought of Drake Manning, the very odd boy who seemed to be stalking her, claiming to know her, Druex's wand aimed at her. Green light erupted from his wand and three jets sped towards herself and Jack Reid, and someone else whom India did not have time to look at. Immediately she raised her wand, and in a bored voice, muttered the correct spell to deflect the colourful sparks. Due to her lax reaction, the professor's attempt had been less than a metre away from hitting her. India would have been rather miffed to be coloured bright green, frankly, and she wouldn't have let it happen, but she refused to raise more than a finger for this pointless task. She watched the sharp green fade to nothing with cold, indifferent eyes.
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Post by Aurora Chan on Feb 6, 2009 14:15:43 GMT
It was no surprise Ari had defended herself so skilfully and well. Defence Against the Dark Arts was a stronger subject for her friend than it was for herself, though Aurora nevertheless enjoyed it. When she came to choosing her NEWTs, she had found the decisions relatively easy to make: Charms and Transfiguration were musts; Potions and Herbology must-nots. The thought enduring another two years with Professor Snape made Aurora want to leave Hogwarts altogether; never had she had such a tumultous relationship with a teacher. Generally, they loved Aurora; Severus Snape just had to be an unique exception. After choosing her favourite subjects, Aurora had selected Muggle Studies, Arithmancy and Defence Against the Dark Arts. The former was another subject she excelled in, and it helped Ariane and Harmony lived with her, as they could always correct her mistakes in her muggle knowldge. Arithmancy came easily to Aurora, but it had never been a favourite of hers; still, she had chosen it over Ancient Runes purely because of her parents' persuasion, as they had both done Arithmancy for NEWT.
Aurora watched the class with mild interest as Professor Druex sent the flashes of colour round. Oscar's mistake made her chuckle, and Pyro's move had bemused her, but everyone else was more than capable of deflecting the spells. Even Aurora found herself thinking they should probably advance to something more complicated. She could tell, after all, that the simple task was beginning to bore Ari, who remained silent and stoic beside her. Aurora waited her turn patiently; she knew the spell was coming, so her wand was ready. When it finally came to her and sparks of green flew her way, she said, "Protego," clearly, dispelling the spell as it had neared her. Putting her wand down, Aurora smiled a little and waited for the next task, which she hoped would come soon. This one had been simple, but at least she would be earning points for Hufflepuff, right? Well, she wouldn't arrive to lessons late and lose points for her house, certainly, Aurora thought to herself, remembering Cyrus Thorn's late entrance a few moments earlier. She didn't know the Slytherin well, but she got the feeling that the last thing Cyrus wanted do was get to know her, so she was rather indifferent towards him, really. She knew he was arrogant... which wasn't saying much, as nearly all Slytherins shared that trait. Aurora wondered when it would be his turn to have to deflect the spell.
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