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Post by Maia Rothschild on Apr 6, 2007 15:49:56 GMT -5
Maia smirked at Ian, and opened her mouth and spoke in an icy tone. "I do not have an older sister. Only a twin brother who is somewhere off the coast of Bermuda." She waved her hand dismissively. Maia stood up and eyed her bunch of students. Ian's flaming red hair was quite overwhelming and she smirked as she saw a boy with blond hair talking to two girls at once. Zack's state of sobriety was obvious so she took several swift steps toward him, and glared at him. "There will be no drunkards in my class." She led him to the door and before she closed it, she said, "You may make up the lost time in detention. And I am no 'bitch', Mr. Moore." She shut it quite angrily and walked over to Trish. "Miss Tran, what is the idea of putting a whoopie cushion on my seat? Detention." Her two different colored eyes glinted and she walked up to the front of the classroom, and waved her wand. The following appeared on the board:
Professor Rothschild
Curses, Hexes, and Dark Rituals
TAKE A SEAT AND TAKE OUT A QUILL AND PARCHMENT Maia raised one of her eyebrows to let the students know that they better sit their asses down and get to work. She picked up the whoopie cushion from her seat with two fingers, as if it was infected or something. "Miss Tran. Come get your little pranking item. Now," She said with a mocking quality to her voice, letting them know exactly where they stand with her – nowhere at all. |
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Post by Zachariah Moore on Apr 6, 2007 15:56:49 GMT -5
Zack knocked on the door "Dude, give me my notebooks." It took all he had not to laugh. "Seem like a bitch to me." He mumbled.
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Post by Lexi Summers on Apr 6, 2007 16:57:10 GMT -5
Lexi eyed the boy's books still laying on the table he had, seconds ago, occupied, and she stood and walked over to pick them up. Holding them against her chest, she walked back over to where she had been talking to Tyler and raised her hand. "Professor, can I just bring these to him? He might need them..."
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Post by Maia Rothschild on Apr 6, 2007 18:42:22 GMT -5
She nodded to Lexi, and placed a few strands of bright blonde hair behind her ear. "Miss...?" She inquired, asking for the girls name. Maia sighed and clapped to get everyone's attention. In a steely voice, the Professor said, "Class. Take your seats or shall have you all expelled." Inside her a flame roared, her anger sizzling. "I said, EVERYONE TAKE YOUR SEATS." She didn't shout, it was more of the way she said it. It probably could have made a bear whimper in fear.
Her brother had always described her of being some sort of a goddess - with her beautiful appearance, powerful voice, and commanding personality, the description certainly fit. Even at 4 years older than her students, she felt like she was in complete control. Maia was not one to mess with. You do something against her and she'd hunt you down and make sure your last hours on Earth were very . . . . unpleasant.
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Post by Lexi Summers on Apr 6, 2007 18:47:36 GMT -5
"Summers, m'am. Lexi Summers." she told her confidently, though made sure that her voice was as gentle and polite as possible. This teacher was obviously not a force to be reckoned with, as she seemed strict and more than ready to punish anyone who misbehaved. She hastily grabbed the books and gave them to the drunken boy, who had been standing conveniently right outside the door. Once the books had been exchanged, she immediately walked back to her seat and pulled out her textbook.
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Post by Madeline Koraskaya on Apr 6, 2007 18:53:13 GMT -5
The morning started off quickly, the previous night Madeline couldn't sleep and when the sun rose she was almost falling asleep as she pulled on her robes. It usually took her only moments to reach the new classroom from the Hufflepuff Common Room. She woke up as she heard the Professor's voice loud and clear , nearly leaving the words ringing in her head as she straightned up. Madeline took out a peice of parchment as she looked at what was written on the board. Professor Rothschild
Curses, Hexes, and Dark Rituals She begin to write on her paper before she noticed some of the students were missing. |
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Post by Patricia Tran on Apr 6, 2007 19:05:36 GMT -5
"Awww..." Trish walked dejectedly towards the professor and plucked her whoopie cushion then walked back to her desk and slumped in her seat. Great, detention on the first day,Trish thought. Following instructions, Trish took out her quill and parchment. Looking around class, she noticed that there were hardly any students around. Oh boy, this is gonna be a long day.
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 7, 2007 7:41:52 GMT -5
Ian pulled out his quill and parchment as directed, subtly irritated as authority and displays of it grated on him horribly, but he felt a respect for this teacher and realized now that she had come from his own house . . . the picture of the old class . . . it was possible even that one of the last-year students knew who she was. He made a mental note to ask around; if she'd graduated from Knockwood just recently there were sure to be those who knew her nature. Was she dark? Would she teach fairly the classes about the Dark Arts? She'd been a Wolfsbane after all . . . so maybe. Maybe she would. He smiled to himself again as he directed his attention to Rothschild.
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Post by Charlotte Loper on Apr 11, 2007 14:35:35 GMT -5
Charlotte stood outside the door for a moment, fully well knowing she was late. She recollected her books up, listening into the room. As she rested her ear on the door, she heard shouting, *shit* she rolled her eyes. She heard the door creaking open, Zack leaving. Charlotte's head shot up, she frowned towards him. She took in a deep breath, ready to walk in, she heard even more shouting. She halted on the spot. Managing to peak her head around the door, she saw the room was pretty much empty. Charlotte let out a sigh, and stood in the doorway, ready to be screamed at.
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Post by Brandon Diggorced on Apr 11, 2007 16:02:55 GMT -5
Brandon sneaked over to charlotte and tapped her on her shoulder. "Hey..." he whispered softly. "I'm guessing we're late. Do you think we could go in?"
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Post by Charlotte Loper on Apr 12, 2007 10:40:07 GMT -5
Charlotte almost shot around in terror, she let out a sigh of relief when she realised it was just Brandon. She listened to his words, "Yes, I mean we'll have to face her one day..." she replied, she sounded totally intimidated, and a little stupid. "But we must do it together, too scared to do it myself," she admitted.
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Post by Brandon Diggorced on Apr 12, 2007 13:47:39 GMT -5
Brandon nodded. "I guess you're right," he said against his will. "On three then?" He counted, "One, Two-" and not waiting to see if Charlotte did the same, he shouted "Three" and dashed into the classroom. He looked around and took a seat.
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Post by Tyler Dias on Apr 13, 2007 1:34:49 GMT -5
Tyler had snatched his hand off Lexi's book the instant the teacher had 'popped' out of thin air, but that was just what he thought because he hadn't really noticed even a girlish figure sitting in the front of the class. He didn't turn around fully and only leaned on Lexi's desk; the table behind him being quite comfortable compared to sitting straight and doing work upright.
As Trish had returned to her seat, having won herself a detention, he smirked then hid the delighted look on his face from Maia, being surprised she had kicked Zack out of the classroom.
He felt lazy though, and despite being impertinent enough to not take out his books as soon as everyone else had, already, he proceeded to waste more time and only unzipped his bag slowly, knowing she'd probably notice and scream at him; that was what he was asking for and wanting to see. It'd be a test for her; there'd be something learnt from her behaviour and he was ready for it.
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Post by Charlotte Loper on Apr 13, 2007 4:55:25 GMT -5
Charlotte nodded, and at his words bolted in and took a seat towards the back. She put her books down carefully, trying to not make too much noise. She kept her head down, trying to not get notice. A smile for some strange reason spread across her face, she couldn't help but want to laugh.
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