[b]Character Name:[/b][b]Position Desired:[/b][b]IC Experience:[/b][b]Why would your character be a good choice for the position?[/b] [i]This doesn't have to be long, just enough to get the point across.[/i]
hey all!! I'd like to apply for the Medical Studies position at Beauxbatons - Diego Ortega is a 36 year old former Ombrelune. He worked as an Emergency Healer for a number of years before being bumped up to head of his floor. He recently stepped down from his position, as it was taking up most of his time and he figured working in a school night be less stressful. here it goes!Walking down the halls of Beauxbatons was never going to get old for Diego Ortega. Unlike the halls of the hospital, the halls of Beauxbatons were not full of shouting and screams of pain, but instead, mindless chatter as the students walked between classes. Plus - there was no constant reminder of mortality in the form of dying patients lying in the rooms he walked past, which made the thirty nine year old more comfortable than ever. Diego didn't have to constantly worry about losing his quill and not having time to accio himself another before someone started having any breathing problems or whatever it was that was wrong with them. Life in the castle was wonderful. After waving his wand at the door that had now been his classroom for the past year, Diego pushed the heavy door open, letting it stay ajar as he made his way through the desks and to the front of the room. The bag that was sitting slung across his shoulder was set down on the podium he had setting in the center of the room, pushed open with the man's wand as he let it swish in the air again. Tiny cauldrons, small enough that Diego himself could hold 3 in his hand, spread out across the desks that sat in front of him, still slightly messy from the day before. With another flick of his wrist, the desks were in their places and the cauldrons had started to grow to their normal size, taking up each of the desks completely before they'd stopped growing. Diego had the ingredients for the potions his students were to make in class that day tucked away farther into his bag, each separate ingredient tucked away into their own small box. The Spanish man had to reach into his bag, his whole arm disappearing into the confines of the leather before coming back out, gripping a handful of small boxes. The shrinking charm had really come in handy as soon as Diego had become a professor, if he was being honest. He couldn't think of something more useful. As Diego had started to charm the boxes back to their normal sizes, students finally started trickling in, the room slowly getting louder and louder. As the students took their seats, settling into their regular groups, Diego took the time to write his name, as well as what they were working on, on the chalk board behind him. 'HEALING POTIONS' it had read once he was done. Diego turned to the class, once he was sure everyone had enough time to arrive in the classroom, clasping his hands together and clearing his throat. "Okay, class, settle down, please! If you couldn't tell by the cauldrons sitting in front of you, we're going to be making potions today! Now, don't fear, this isn't your potions class, and this might actually be the only potion we're making the rest of this year." Diego strolled through the rows of desks, stopping in front of the classroom door to close it. "Using the ingredients that I have laid out in front of the room, you are to make one healing potion of your choice. It may be Skele-Gro, a burn healing paste, Wiggenweld Potion, a coma inducing potion, whatever it may be." The professor made his way back to the front of the room. "I'll check your potions at the end of class - feel free to ask any questions you'd like, and tell me if you need any other ingredients!" The older man leaned against his desk. "And begin!"
I'd like to apply for the Enchantement position at Beauxbatons. I'd like to use @Trystan Lecuyer, a thirty-five year old accomplished Charms expert who used to be a Defensive Charms Consultant for the Department of Mysteries. There he perfected his wand skills, and in time honed his teaching skills when he stepped up to the head of his team. He absolutely loved teaching new additions the team, so much so that it lead him to lend himself out for tutoring in charms, and later on down the road he went to school for teaching. After his time in College, the former Ombrelune applied at Beauxbatons for the Enchantement position, hoping that he'd love teaching the next generation as much as he loved teaching this one.Trystan himself is a smart, down to earth, very amiable individual. He'd be willing to help his students out in any way he can, and would go so far as to do one on one tutoring with his students just to make sure they understand. This does not mean however, that hes a pushover. He's professional and firm with his class, aside from little jokes related to the lesson. He can't stand it when people come to his class and sleep or don't pay attention. He will dismiss those students, and will fail them on attendance for that class. Attendance to him is actively participating in the class by doing the practical and at least raising a hand when a question is asked, and of course keeping their gaze on him when he is speaking. (And who wouldn't want to, hes gorgeous)-----------------------------------------------------------------------As Trystan walked into his classroom, the warm, familiar scent of vanilla and jasmine filled the air and he could almost feel the magic coalescing in the room. This was a good sign of things to come he thought. The former Omberlune walked over to his desk, set down his briefcase on the floor beside it and took a seat in the large, leather high back chair. He looked out into the empty classroom, taking stock of his new surroundings. The room was, by all accounts, spacious and open, with desks and chairs meticulously placed in 4 rows of five on either side of the walkway from his desk to the back wall. He looked to his left, at the door the students would be marching in from at any moment. The thought of children depending on him to teach them what they needed to know to excel in the magical world both frightened and excited him at the same time. The more he thought about it, the more he was ready for it to be class time.In a few moments, a mass of students came flooding through the door of the Enchantement Classroom, the sound of the footfalls on the tile floor made it sound like an army was marching in. Some of the students took seats immediately, while other students waited and weighed their options. He waited a few moments for stragglers, then whipped a hand to the door which promptly shut and locked. He stood from the high back chair, straightening himself up to his full height and smiled at the class. "Welcome to Enchantement, I'm Monsieur Lecuyer," some students said welcome, others just nodded, "I'm very excited to talk about today's lesson, but first I feel I must lay down ground rules." The former Charms Consultant drew his lips to a line, no longer smiling. "First and foremost, please be here because you want to, if you come here to sleep or cause trouble I will have no problem kicking you out of this class. So, if you feel like you don't need to be here, the door is over there." Professor Lecuyer gestured over to the door, glancing over at his students then to the door which gave a faint popping sound like the lock had slid back open."Piggybacking off of that, I expect you to participate in my class. Charms is a very practical subject, and I am a practical teacher." As he said this, he moved his with a flourish andhis wand emerged from his suit jacket. He arched it around the room, causing the lights to brighten to almost florescence, then dimming them to his liking. "I am giving you the knowledge to function as a member of society and be able to adequately use magic to propel you forward in life. If you do not learn how to channel your magic properly, you will find it hard to cast the simplest incantations."Professor Lecuyer's face brightened a little bit suddenly, then he added, "But I'm sure you will all head my warnings and we'll have a great hour together in this classroom of ours." He pushed aside some paperwork, grabbed his briefcase and set it down. He unlocked the case, silently but left the lid closed. "Your practical Charms classes start today." The professor had a wicked grin on his handsome features, "On your feet!"
Obviously I do not have enough characters yet >>Please meet Leandra Floros (name might change but that's it for now) who wants to apply as professor at Koldovstoretz. She's a thirty-something Zhivoystya graduate who loves Herbology (and naturally has a NEWT in it) and would like to share her knowledge with the kids who return to Koldovstoretz. She is a kind young woman, quite self-conscious, a dreamer and yet she knows very much about all sorts of plants. She's a rather clumsy so some little mishaps are bound to happen sooner or later. Leandra was nervous. She had been rearranging the elements in the greenhouse at Koldovstoretz a couple of times already. She bit her lip thoughtfully, pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and mused whether the students would feel at home in her greenhouse. They were just back from a year away at Durmstrang - a year that had hardly been pleasant. She wanted them to feel welcome in her classroom, wanted them to enjoy her lesson and yet she wasn't sure if she could achieve that.Doubts were busying her, almost fogging her mind. Why had she applied for the teacher position again? She was not a professor... The young woman exhaled loudly, reminding herself of why she had applied in the first place. She loved Koldovstoretz although her time as a student had not always been easy. She loved children and wanted to help them become the best adult version of themselves. Furthermore the former Zhivoystya loved Herbology and could talk about it all the time. Besides there was no better place to work with plants than here. Last but not least Leandra liked the idea of a status, the idea of a stable position.She waved her wand again, this time to shut the blends of the entrance area of her greenhouse. The Devil's Snare would spread quickly and her plan was to see if her students knew enough to get past it to start the actual lesson. It was a little challenge on their way into the greenhouse, figuratively spoken it was like their last year - they had to survive it in order to get to a place that felt like home. This was a first task they'd have to get through in order to reach the actual lesson. Naturally the young woman would keep an eye on the students in order to protect or assist them if needed. She did not want any of her students to get hurt, after all.Inside she had a large table put up in the centre of the greenhouse with benches in front of either side. On the table there were baskets with soil, pots, watering cans (though without water in them) and some plants. She had not much else planned for her students than to identify and categorise some plants she had put there. This was going to be a sort of quiz with the students trying to earn points for their houses but most of all they should have fun.She felt how her heartbeat quickened as the time of her students' arrival came closer. Nervously the young professor fidgeted with her hair, uncertain if it had been a good idea to leave it open or if she should have better tied it up. Damn, why was she so self-conscious, she scolded herself. Her hand was trembling slightly when she wrote a brief note for her students on a huge piece of parchment."Beware of this plant guarding the entrance. Only try and get through it when you've worked out what you are facing.Feel free to work in teams - preferably of your own houses.Good luck and see you inside!"She took the back door out of the greenhouse to put the sign up in front of the main entrance and then went back into the greenhouse, waiting impatiently to see and hear her students, her class, to approach.