7th Years : Gryffindor & Slytherin

[bellatrix]

"Severus" She answered with a small smirk on her face, glancing at Kalib once more before giving him no notice. "Just observing the suck-up rating among our house. It's not looking good I must say...." Bellatrix leaned back in her chair and ran her hands down the wooden desk. For some reason she liked to feel everything, know everything about her surroundings. "How was summer?" She asked casually, nodding her head and Mariella sat near. "Mariella" She noted her presence right before class started up.


Bella only looked on in discust as they slowly became out numbered by the Gryffindors. It was after all to be expected, more of them cared about silly little creatures than the rest of the world. Listening to Remus's long and very boring textbook explanation of a Golden Snidget, she put a finger to her temple and began to rub it. She felt a headache coming on, what a dull subject. It was labeled dangerous, which began to spark Bellatrix's attention slightly. At least she was paying attention. Not only for her grade, but because anything to do with dangerous had to be worth a bit of one's time.

"Twitchy?" She muttered under her breath so only Snape could hear her. What a terrible name. The bird flew around the room and for the faintest moment Trix had the awful wanting to knock it down with her wand. She held it back however, dodging as it past by her own head. Now Trix could see why it was named what it was. She looked at Evans often, if class hadn't started so abrupty Bellatrix could have said something to her. Seeing as it was rather prompt, she'd just have to save it until after class. Pity.

[mariellacovas]

Well it seemed that Mariella wouldn't get to have a few minutes to talk with her friends, class starting as soon as a few Gryffindors made their way into the classroom. She didn't jump as the door slammed quite loudly, having grown used to that technique in her first few year. Slowly turning, she sighed, looking at the teacher as a small frown settled on her face. Did she really have to give them the same notes they had done since their very first year, pointless repetition of the same boring statement? Mariella quickly pulled her parchment, book, quill and ink out, quickly beginning to write down the notes. Her writing was girlishly curved and curled, a combination of what looked like manuscript and cursive. Her eyebrow rose slightly as she wrote down Golden Snidget, a thought instantly coming to her mind. 'Golden snitch?' she questioned mentally, eyebrow rising slightly in questioning. But of course she wouldn't say a word about it, perfectly fine with listening to the response. She was normally more participative in class, however she had to openly enjoy the subject before that happened.

Rolling her eyes, Mariella couldn't help but groan inwardly at the eagerness of the two brains in the class room to answer. It seemed that Remus and Lily were always trying to answer some question, show off their intellect. Mariella listened loosely to Remus's explanation of the bird, her attention only picking up as she caught sight of the actual creature. She stared at the small golden creature, it's ruby-colored eyes and its small form. She couldn't deny that it was adorable. Mariella's eyes followed the bird as it flit into the air, after it's treat, a look of mild interest actually showing in her eyes. She wouldn't allow her facial features to betray her emotions though, keeping a nonchalant front, not wanting to appear childish in her attraction towards the bird.

Just as soon as the bird had her attention, she was bored with its little trick after it caught the kernel. Well, it was fun while it lasted...Mariella recrossed her legs, moving around in her desk a bit to get comfortable once again. She leaned back against her chair, giving an impatient and bored look as she waited for the Professor to continue on in the lesson. Her book sat open on the desk, her eyes skimming it as a soft sigh passed from her lips. Looking over at Kalib, she couldn't help but smirk, trying something else interesting to do while she waited for further instruction. "Is she always this dull?" she said, her voice a soft whisper directed in Kalib's direction.

[kalib]

Kalib watched the zooming little bird, finding it quite comical until it returned back to its perch looking quite proud of itself for catching the kernel. Giving a yawn, he shifted his weight a little and began drawing a small sketch of Twitchy on the edge of his parchment. He wasn’t too fond of the class, but he couldn’t deny his small ounce of loved for it – even if they were boring creatures sometimes.

It seemed that he wasn’t the only one thinking along the small lines. Through the corners of his mouth, he muttered “No, trust me. Sometimes she gets in trouble for trying to get permission to bring”-

“Hemlock!” Kalib looked up, shocked – how dare his mother try to use professor force over him! “As you are well aware I do not permit talking while I am trying to teach, understood?”

“Yes Professor,” Kalib growled through his gritted teeth. Curse that woman. It was at these times that he truly loathed his mother. However, he could really do nothing about it. Giving a resigned sigh, he tried to focus back at the front of the classroom, though he’d much rather had a good conversation about his ridiculous mother any day.

[debbie]

Calling the Snidget back to his post, Twitchy dived back through the students and landed easily on his perch. His eyes seemed on fire, wanting more food although he was certainly well fed and needn’t need any more then that. With a small smile, she returned to the class…

“Hemlock!” Kalib looked up, aghast, “As you are well aware I do not permit talking while I am trying to teach, understood?” He muttered his apologies and she went:

“You can see why it was so popular for the Qudditch players to want such a creature for finding. In a mass stadium, they were not easily spotted and once they were, it was something of a ‘thrill of the chase’ type of feel. Now…”

The class continued on in something of a similar fashion for the next hour or so and after she had finished up the lesson for today, she added “Before you get too excited, homework: I will need a hand drawn labeled sketch of a Golden Snidget and in the labels must have along a separate attachment with their definitions and why it’s an important trait for the Snidget to have.” Glancing at her clock, she addressed the class for the last time: “You have about ten minutes – get working.”

After the class had given their natural groan to the assignment, Professor Hemlock strode to the back of her desk and began finishing up her work as the steady buzz of talking started.


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Homework:
No, of course you don't actually have to do the assignment. In the world of cyber space you do it's up to you to decide if your character finishes it or not. Either way, have something to turn in next lesson! [/blockquote]

[megazostradon]

There was an almighty crash outside the door. The wood of the door creaked unpleasantly. A couple moments of silence followed, in which several eyes were locked upon the door in confusion. It swung forward, and framed in the doorway was the tall, slender form of Sirius Black. His robes swung about his uniform gray slacks, and black-and-white converses. The long fingers of his right hand were gripped tightly around his wand, which he waved as he darted inside, causing the door to slam back shut behind him.

He gazed around at the silent classroom for several long, silent seconds, then grinned cheerfully. "'Ello all!" Sirius waved his left hand in a merry greeting. He looked over at Hemlock, his expression morphing into one of complete, overwhelming remorse. "Sorry about being late Professor," he explained, "I was.. doing some research, you see." Sirius' expression changed again with such speed that it almost made him look like a cartoon with his highly animated face, and gave her one of his signature, winning smiles. "May I add that you look absolutely ravishing today?"

The VERY tardy Gryffindor inched towards the vacant seat beside James. His silver eyes flitted over to the clock hanging on the wall and widened in surprise. T-Ten minutes? TEN MINUTES? He hadn't taken nearly that long, had he? He kept walking as he stared incredulously at the clock, and had he had not collided with the side of the desk, he would have spanned the whole room in his shock. Hurriedly, he sat down between James and Remus.
Sirius' silver eyes flicked down at Remus' notes, then gratefully at the gentle-looking brunette, knowing that the extensive notes were probably meant for Sirius. 'Mental Note: Buy Moony a pound of chocolate from Honeydukes after class.'

[debbie]

Professor Hemlock looked up to her door, just as alarmed as her students. Just when she had been about to charm it open herself, the tardy Gryffindor flung himself into the room. Sirius Black was always good with his words, but as he had caused quite a disruption to the class, she felt no sympathy for the boy. With a rather stern expression placed on her face, she answered “That is all very well Mr. Black, but that does not excuse your absence to the better part of my class.”

She pulled open one drawer and pulled out two slips, carefully filling them out. One for the Black boy, tardy and disruption, and filling out the one she had set aside for the Potter boy, tardy. She hardly accepted misbehavings in her classroom and felt no need to let them slide by, early in the year or otherwise.

“However,” she continued briskly, turning her attention back to Sirius Black, “You will find that I do not permit tardiness. If you would kindly come here to receive your detention. Oh, and you’ll want to bring Potter with you as well. You see, he was tardy as well.” A cool smile was placed on her lips and she turned back to the slips. Detention to be served with I, Professor Hemlock, seven o’clock this evening she scribbled onto both of them. “Black, Potter,” she called once more.

[megazostradon]

Sirius exchanged a glance with his best friend, before looking back at Hemlock. He placed both of his hands on the desk and pushed himself up. His hair hung around his face, and for half a moment, he looked as someone about to receive a detention slip should: a bit sour, gloomy, and annoyed. However, it didn't last long, and he tilted his head up, allowing his hair to fall back from his face to reveal his almost-perpetual smile was back in place. "Yes, ma'am." The Gryffindor boy slid from behind the desk and strode up the aisle towards their teacher.

He kept his eyes forward, not bothering to glance down at the Slytherins that were doubtless sneering at him as he strode past their desks. The word 'blood-traitor' met his ears, and a cocky half-smile played across his lips. Damn right! He was Padfoot, proud Marauder and blood-traitor, and he wouldn't be in their slimy house if they paid him. Sirius let the look of arrogance fade from his smile as he reached Professor Hemlock, lest it be misinterpreted as impertinence towards her. She was one of his favorite teachers, after all.

Sirius took the slip from her as if it were a ticket to an exclusive rock concert. "Thank you," he said. "I cherish the time I get to spend with such an educational individual as yourself, Professor." However, he knew when to stop pushing his luck, and turned back towards his seat. He folded the paper in his hand and stowed it into his pocket, then sat silently in his seat. The boy stole a piece of parchment on James' desk and tugged his infinite-ink quill from his pocket, took off the cap and began scribbling upon it.