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Minerva McGonagall [ Professor ]
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Re: [Announcement] Positions
« Reply #15 on: May 18, 2019, 01:57:48 AM »
Hogwarts and Beauxbatons positions have been updated!~

Ann [ OOC Account ]
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Re: [Announcement] Positions
« Reply #16 on: June 26, 2019, 10:35:33 PM »
oh, lol.... like.... can I apply for the history professor at BB using the name already provided? wine is not influencing this....

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Carl was in a good mood despite the auror ‘invasion’ of the palace. He sympathised with poor Olympe, he really did, but he had no intention of getting involved. He had said when he first started teaching that he had no interest in the politicking behind the job. He did not want to deal with administration, he just wanted to ensure that the students went into the world with a breadth of understanding on how it was formed and influenced. And, to be fair to Olympe, she had never pressured him, never even hinted that he was expected to do more. So, he had watched as the administrations changed while he kept his classroom and office the same that they had been since he took the role nearly fifteen years before.

Carl was in a good mood because he was about to start his first class after the long summer holidays. The welcome feast had been tasty for sure, but he could not stand how ceremonial it was, lacking the informality that Carl was comfortable with. Therefore this was the first day that he was actually able to interact with the students on a personal level. Finding out their ambitions, fears and what made them tick through careful observation of class discussion, their questions and answers and just some blatant prying. He was, after all, well known for biography writing. He liked to know what made people who they were. And it would certainly be interesting to see how each student reacted to this class, he thought with a jovial grin on his face. He had a surprise in store for them.

Sitting back in his comfortable chair, shaped to his body after years of wear, Carl looked at the empty classroom in front of him. Soon it would full of eager students ready to engage. His sarcasm, despite being internal, amused him. Though he was far away from his teenage years with a fading recollection, even he could remember positively dreading class first thing on a Monday. Well, he hoped that the students would rethink their opinion when they were presented with pastries upon entering the classroom. Who doesn’t want to have a petit four, an eclair or a macaron at 8am? It was the perfect apres-breakfast snack. Carl stared at the mouth-watering goodies, spread out buffet style across the desks nearest the door. Luckily, he was clever enough to have brought his own nibble plate and had already indulged in finishing off his macarons and was making good headway on the eclairs too. He hoped that all the students would eat one, and those that would normally not be inclined would do so out of respect for little, old him who had gone to so much effort to make their first class better. Carl chuckled at his wit.

He knew it was unusual for a professor to be waiting in the classroom for the students to arrive, but he did so much love the little chats he could have with the early arrivals. It was just another way to build a picture of the student body, and Carl wanted the best picture possible. He always actively encouraged socialising outwith classes and rather than having set office hours hosted study groups where he could interact with the students as they did the homework. There was no point in them getting themselves stressed out when he could easily help. Stress was an useless emotion and took up too much brain space which could instead be focused on other, more positive, things.

As the first students arrived, Carl smiled at them warmly, ushering them into the warmly lit classroom. Well, as much ushering as he could do while remaining firmly in his seat. He taught most of his classes from the comfort of that chair, only getting up if he absolutely had to. If the kids got to sit, why couldn’t he? He kept a table to the side of his chair so that he did not have to lean forward to see the students and could generally remain relaxed while teaching. Today, before breakfast Carl had even placed several large mirrors around the room, allowing the light to bounce around pleasantly, but also allowing the students to see themselves. That would come in handy for later.

Once most of the students had settled, and he as pleased to note, had taken a pastry or two, Carl flicked his wand at the door to close it, and gave his best welcome smile to the class. “So, unfortunately there will be no nap time this class I’m afraid. Instead we will be discussing something nearly as exciting.” With another flick of his wand, words appeared on the blackboard.



As there was first years present, Carl decided he should probably do the standard introduction spiel rather than launching into it. “Welcome to Beauxbatons’ obviously best course. You are in Wizarding History and Traditions. I am sure you will love it. I’ve spent my whole life studying this and I still love it.” He paused, then chuckled, “If you don’t, well that’s a shame but you are now stuck here for the year unless you want to go to the bother of switching class. And I’ll be truly disappointed and probably pester you in the library to find out if it was because you were just too distracted by my superior robes!” Carl had chosen black robes with sugary treats over them for today’s lesson. One of the other professors had said it was an eye sore. They were clearly jealous.

“I am Monsieur Böhme, and as the board implies, the pastries are there to be eaten. Please do so. I can’t eat them all myself!” As more students had some goodies, Carl estimated he had about four minutes before chaos would erupt. Better get through this quickly then! “This course challenges you to think and examine how we view things, including attitudes and it can sometimes be a bit heavy. So, as always, if anything in today’s lesson leaves you needing things discuss it further then you may either wait behind at the end of class or if you want to talk in private you can come to my office later. Please do not feel you cannot talk to me, I am perfectly lovely as long as I have eaten!” He chuckled at his joke.

“Now some from Moldus backgrounds may recognise the phrase on the board but replacing ‘us’ with ‘them’,” Carl began, examining another eclair eagerly. Could he eat it and continue talking? No, best wait until the students began their discussions. He was sure they would have plenty to say. “Is anyone able to tell me who is credited with this? And what you think it means?” As Carl spoke he realised that the students were probably going to think they were getting a Moldus history lesson today. Oh well, that couldn’t be helped. He had only used it because it was one of his favourite phrases, and without the meaning that it had behind it, he fully agreed with it’s sentiments. Yes, he would eat cake. Lots of cake.

“Of course, there is no evidence the poor woman actually ever said it. It was actually written down years before and attributed to her years after her death. And that is an important lesson.” Carl was actually rather fascinated with the Reign of Terror, but that was not the point, “Do not believe things without fact checking first.”

It would be fascinating to do more Moldus history though. Especially to help understand the link between the Moldus and wizarding worlds. Maybe he should add it to the curriculum at some stage? Carl was getting off topic. With a gleeful smile on his face that he was trying hard to contain, he finally turned to look at the students. Oh this had gone even better than he expected. Fantastic work! He wished that these goodies had been around when he had been a schoolboy - what fun he would have had. Trying to keep his face the picture of innocence, he raised an eyebrow, “Is there something wrong?” Carl almost wished he had a camera. He couldn’t wait to tell the others later how it had gone!

[[OOC: Carl has given the students altered pastries that will change their appearance for the duration of the class. The potions in them range from skin changing colour to gaining antennae… They are in no danger and it will not cause any pain or lasting damage. Feel free to get creative with how they’ve been affected!]]

Olivia [ Beauxbatons Admin ]
2637 Posts  •  28  •  played by Olivia
Re: [Announcement] Positions
« Reply #17 on: June 26, 2019, 11:01:03 PM »
oh, lol.... like.... can I apply for the history professor at BB using the name already provided? wine is not influencing this....

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Carl was in a good mood despite the auror ‘invasion’ of the palace. He sympathised with poor Olympe, he really did, but he had no intention of getting involved. He had said when he first started teaching that he had no interest in the politicking behind the job. He did not want to deal with administration, he just wanted to ensure that the students went into the world with a breadth of understanding on how it was formed and influenced. And, to be fair to Olympe, she had never pressured him, never even hinted that he was expected to do more. So, he had watched as the administrations changed while he kept his classroom and office the same that they had been since he took the role nearly fifteen years before.

Carl was in a good mood because he was about to start his first class after the long summer holidays. The welcome feast had been tasty for sure, but he could not stand how ceremonial it was, lacking the informality that Carl was comfortable with. Therefore this was the first day that he was actually able to interact with the students on a personal level. Finding out their ambitions, fears and what made them tick through careful observation of class discussion, their questions and answers and just some blatant prying. He was, after all, well known for biography writing. He liked to know what made people who they were. And it would certainly be interesting to see how each student reacted to this class, he thought with a jovial grin on his face. He had a surprise in store for them.

Sitting back in his comfortable chair, shaped to his body after years of wear, Carl looked at the empty classroom in front of him. Soon it would full of eager students ready to engage. His sarcasm, despite being internal, amused him. Though he was far away from his teenage years with a fading recollection, even he could remember positively dreading class first thing on a Monday. Well, he hoped that the students would rethink their opinion when they were presented with pastries upon entering the classroom. Who doesn’t want to have a petit four, an eclair or a macaron at 8am? It was the perfect apres-breakfast snack. Carl stared at the mouth-watering goodies, spread out buffet style across the desks nearest the door. Luckily, he was clever enough to have brought his own nibble plate and had already indulged in finishing off his macarons and was making good headway on the eclairs too. He hoped that all the students would eat one, and those that would normally not be inclined would do so out of respect for little, old him who had gone to so much effort to make their first class better. Carl chuckled at his wit.

He knew it was unusual for a professor to be waiting in the classroom for the students to arrive, but he did so much love the little chats he could have with the early arrivals. It was just another way to build a picture of the student body, and Carl wanted the best picture possible. He always actively encouraged socialising outwith classes and rather than having set office hours hosted study groups where he could interact with the students as they did the homework. There was no point in them getting themselves stressed out when he could easily help. Stress was an useless emotion and took up too much brain space which could instead be focused on other, more positive, things.

As the first students arrived, Carl smiled at them warmly, ushering them into the warmly lit classroom. Well, as much ushering as he could do while remaining firmly in his seat. He taught most of his classes from the comfort of that chair, only getting up if he absolutely had to. If the kids got to sit, why couldn’t he? He kept a table to the side of his chair so that he did not have to lean forward to see the students and could generally remain relaxed while teaching. Today, before breakfast Carl had even placed several large mirrors around the room, allowing the light to bounce around pleasantly, but also allowing the students to see themselves. That would come in handy for later.

Once most of the students had settled, and he as pleased to note, had taken a pastry or two, Carl flicked his wand at the door to close it, and gave his best welcome smile to the class. “So, unfortunately there will be no nap time this class I’m afraid. Instead we will be discussing something nearly as exciting.” With another flick of his wand, words appeared on the blackboard.



As there was first years present, Carl decided he should probably do the standard introduction spiel rather than launching into it. “Welcome to Beauxbatons’ obviously best course. You are in Wizarding History and Traditions. I am sure you will love it. I’ve spent my whole life studying this and I still love it.” He paused, then chuckled, “If you don’t, well that’s a shame but you are now stuck here for the year unless you want to go to the bother of switching class. And I’ll be truly disappointed and probably pester you in the library to find out if it was because you were just too distracted by my superior robes!” Carl had chosen black robes with sugary treats over them for today’s lesson. One of the other professors had said it was an eye sore. They were clearly jealous.

“I am Monsieur Böhme, and as the board implies, the pastries are there to be eaten. Please do so. I can’t eat them all myself!” As more students had some goodies, Carl estimated he had about four minutes before chaos would erupt. Better get through this quickly then! “This course challenges you to think and examine how we view things, including attitudes and it can sometimes be a bit heavy. So, as always, if anything in today’s lesson leaves you needing things discuss it further then you may either wait behind at the end of class or if you want to talk in private you can come to my office later. Please do not feel you cannot talk to me, I am perfectly lovely as long as I have eaten!” He chuckled at his joke.

“Now some from Moldus backgrounds may recognise the phrase on the board but replacing ‘us’ with ‘them’,” Carl began, examining another eclair eagerly. Could he eat it and continue talking? No, best wait until the students began their discussions. He was sure they would have plenty to say. “Is anyone able to tell me who is credited with this? And what you think it means?” As Carl spoke he realised that the students were probably going to think they were getting a Moldus history lesson today. Oh well, that couldn’t be helped. He had only used it because it was one of his favourite phrases, and without the meaning that it had behind it, he fully agreed with it’s sentiments. Yes, he would eat cake. Lots of cake.

“Of course, there is no evidence the poor woman actually ever said it. It was actually written down years before and attributed to her years after her death. And that is an important lesson.” Carl was actually rather fascinated with the Reign of Terror, but that was not the point, “Do not believe things without fact checking first.”

It would be fascinating to do more Moldus history though. Especially to help understand the link between the Moldus and wizarding worlds. Maybe he should add it to the curriculum at some stage? Carl was getting off topic. With a gleeful smile on his face that he was trying hard to contain, he finally turned to look at the students. Oh this had gone even better than he expected. Fantastic work! He wished that these goodies had been around when he had been a schoolboy - what fun he would have had. Trying to keep his face the picture of innocence, he raised an eyebrow, “Is there something wrong?” Carl almost wished he had a camera. He couldn’t wait to tell the others later how it had gone!

[[OOC: Carl has given the students altered pastries that will change their appearance for the duration of the class. The potions in them range from skin changing colour to gaining antennae… They are in no danger and it will not cause any pain or lasting damage. Feel free to get creative with how they’ve been affected!]]

@Ann please make a sheet for Monsieur Böhme!!

Miss Mori [ OOC Account ]
152 Posts  •  30  •  Bi-sexual, Polyamorous
Re: [Announcement] Positions
« Reply #18 on: June 27, 2019, 02:06:09 AM »
I would like to Apply for Augustin Desmarais to be the Astronomy Professor at Beauxbatons. He is a former Ombrelune, and a halfblood from a pureblood family whose father married for love and not blood status. (his mother was a halfblood from spain) He’s charming and friendly, and loves to make his lessons as interesting as possible, it's not uncommon to find him and his students laying in the grass with their heads in a circle looking up at the sky while he tells them about the different planets, constellations, and stars, pointing them out as they pass overhead. He has a very relaxed teaching style, but he doesn’t suffer slackers. He may be nice and easy going, but don’t try to take advantage of that, or you’ll find yourself writing an 8 foot essay on which Moon has rivers of methane. And you’ll have to figure out which moon he meant on your own.




It was pitch black outside, the moon new and the lights of the school out as most students were in bed. But the sky was crystal clear, and it was the perfect night for class. Had it been raining, perhaps there would have been a more formal lesson inside, and in fact that was what Professor Desmarais had originally planned. But with the Pleiades in full view and a sky free of the pollution of light, his notes for tonight's lesson on Pluto and Charon were tossed aside just as easily as the muggles had done with its planetary status; and instead he was just going to wing it. After all, the seven sisters were far more interesting of a subject matter.

He stood, leaning against his desk and sipping a mug of something steaming, which knowing him was probably a mix of Espresso and Chocolate, as he waited for his students to enter the room. Several massive pieces of artwork stood affixed to the black board, rather than anything written. The first depicted a cluster of Native American women on top a massive stone structure, with a bear just as massive leaving deep gouges in the sides as it tried to reach them. The second depicted a group of dogs, malamute or Huskys from the look of things, chasing a massive bear away from an Inuit encampment. The third showed a group of young women, laughing and playing in a clearing while a greek looking huntsman watched them unseen to the woman but in clear view to the observers. Still another showcased a woman leading six others with fiery brands towards a dim sun rising on the distant horizon, the women dressed for cold weather, done in a style traditional to the early cultures of New Zealand. The last, in another art style that would seem exotic to his young european students, was a hindu depiction of one of their gods, leading seven powerful warriors.

From his position to the left of the board, he gestured to the artwork silently as he continued sipping his drink, imploring his charges to enjoy what was on display for them before they took their seats. After all, class couldn’t begin till he’d had his caffeine. It was his hope of course, that the students would actually discuss the artwork, and not who was flirting with who, but that couldn’t be helped. They were still children after all, and if he could get just a tenth of the knowledge that he had garnered over the years into their eager minds, that would be a victory for him. And a good, interesting lesson with visual aids and fascinating tales of unrequited love, desperation, fierce loyalty and cuddly puppies was far more likely to stick then just a bunch of boring old facts.

Draining the last of his drink, he set the mug down rather loudly, so it could be heard above the chatter. Fortunately he did catch a little of what was being said, and there were at least one or two conversations about the artwork going on. “Now, dear pupils, students of the night sky.” he announced dramatically. “Ten points to the house of whomever can tell me what these pictures have in common. Twenty if you can correctly name our subject of study for this brilliant, clear evening.”

Olivia [ Beauxbatons Admin ]
2637 Posts  •  28  •  played by Olivia
Re: [Announcement] Positions
« Reply #19 on: June 27, 2019, 02:09:48 AM »
I would like to Apply for Augustin Desmarais to be the Astronomy Professor at Beauxbatons. He is a former Ombrelune, and a halfblood from a pureblood family whose father married for love and not blood status. (his mother was a halfblood from spain) He’s charming and friendly, and loves to make his lessons as interesting as possible, it's not uncommon to find him and his students laying in the grass with their heads in a circle looking up at the sky while he tells them about the different planets, constellations, and stars, pointing them out as they pass overhead. He has a very relaxed teaching style, but he doesn’t suffer slackers. He may be nice and easy going, but don’t try to take advantage of that, or you’ll find yourself writing an 8 foot essay on which Moon has rivers of methane. And you’ll have to figure out which moon he meant on your own.




It was pitch black outside, the moon new and the lights of the school out as most students were in bed. But the sky was crystal clear, and it was the perfect night for class. Had it been raining, perhaps there would have been a more formal lesson inside, and in fact that was what Professor Desmarais had originally planned. But with the Pleiades in full view and a sky free of the pollution of light, his notes for tonight's lesson on Pluto and Charon were tossed aside just as easily as the muggles had done with its planetary status; and instead he was just going to wing it. After all, the seven sisters were far more interesting of a subject matter.

He stood, leaning against his desk and sipping a mug of something steaming, which knowing him was probably a mix of Espresso and Chocolate, as he waited for his students to enter the room. Several massive pieces of artwork stood affixed to the black board, rather than anything written. The first depicted a cluster of Native American women on top a massive stone structure, with a bear just as massive leaving deep gouges in the sides as it tried to reach them. The second depicted a group of dogs, malamute or Huskys from the look of things, chasing a massive bear away from an Inuit encampment. The third showed a group of young women, laughing and playing in a clearing while a greek looking huntsman watched them unseen to the woman but in clear view to the observers. Still another showcased a woman leading six others with fiery brands towards a dim sun rising on the distant horizon, the women dressed for cold weather, done in a style traditional to the early cultures of New Zealand. The last, in another art style that would seem exotic to his young european students, was a hindu depiction of one of their gods, leading seven powerful warriors.

From his position to the left of the board, he gestured to the artwork silently as he continued sipping his drink, imploring his charges to enjoy what was on display for them before they took their seats. After all, class couldn’t begin till he’d had his caffeine. It was his hope of course, that the students would actually discuss the artwork, and not who was flirting with who, but that couldn’t be helped. They were still children after all, and if he could get just a tenth of the knowledge that he had garnered over the years into their eager minds, that would be a victory for him. And a good, interesting lesson with visual aids and fascinating tales of unrequited love, desperation, fierce loyalty and cuddly puppies was far more likely to stick then just a bunch of boring old facts.

Draining the last of his drink, he set the mug down rather loudly, so it could be heard above the chatter. Fortunately he did catch a little of what was being said, and there were at least one or two conversations about the artwork going on. “Now, dear pupils, students of the night sky.” he announced dramatically. “Ten points to the house of whomever can tell me what these pictures have in common. Twenty if you can correctly name our subject of study for this brilliant, clear evening.”

@Miss Mori please make a sheet for Monsieur Desmarais!

Kita [ OOC Account ]
418 Posts
Re: [Announcement] Positions
« Reply #20 on: June 27, 2019, 08:16:08 PM »
Hi! I'd like to apply for the Musique professor at Beauxbatons with my WIP Margarida Albuquerque. She's a halfblood, Portuguese witch who was a former Papillonlisse. She's generally a very soft, patient and kind teacher with an always open office policy. She can't help but give a fair few house points out, especially to her own house but she'll handsomely reward anyone who puts the effort into her class, regardless of their innate talent. She is not a professor to be crossed however, and detentions with her are enough to deter even the biggest class clown, since she is (perhaps surprisingly) extremely strict. Marga doesn't tend to give out homework often but they end up being pretty big assignments, but she gives lots of time though. Often Marga can be found in her classroom mentoring or playing alongside other students for as long as they desire, and she'll still be playing once they leave. Music means everything to her.



Margarida always preferred a practical lesson, rather than a stuffy and boring lecture. She considered herself blessed that with her subject, practice, practice, practice was the key and the only way to get better at an instrument was to play it. Lined up at the front of the classroom were, in order: a viola, a violin, a cello and the odd one out, a musical saw. It was by no means a magical instrument, but nonetheless, the haunting and melancholic sound it produced seemed to make it a favourite among ghosts, thus creating a popularity that couldn't be matched in the moldu World. None of the instruments were Professor Albuquerque's favourites, but she supposed that she couldn't really get away with having every single lesson be about the harp or piccolo. That wasn't to say she wasn't proficient in any of them, though. Oh no, the musical prodigy had learnt to deal with an obscene amount of instruments during her time with the magical orchestra she worked with before coming back to her school to teach.

The Portuguese witch charmed only the violin to play 'La Mer' by Debussy on its own accord and Margarida couldn't help but hum along in tune as she ambled over to the window at the front of the classroom to open it a little, biting back a frown as the wave of cold air hit her. Thank Merlin for heating charms. The weather outside looked miserable, and Professor Albuquerque thought it fitting for the instrument her students were about to play. It was like they were all going to be lamenting for the loss of the heat and sun. Turning back to her classroom, Marga enjoyed the contrast between the dismal, grey look of the grounds versus the warm, garden-like appearance of her classroom. Everything in there was light and airy, with an abundance of all kinds of flowering plants, in the hope that it might dispel the myth that music was a stuck-up, pompous profession.

She sat down in her seat at the front of the room, still humming along as the students made their way in and sat down in the semi-circle row of seats (much like a small orchestra), pausing to greet the few students that came up to her with a friendly smile. Summoning her lesson notes from her desk, Margarida had to hide the exasperated look on her face as read the only two words written on it, 'musical saw'. Great, Marga, that's really helpful. She made the mental excuse that she had just marked all those 20 inch long essays that she set and was therefore distracted. Oh well. The students would have to learn to play by hand first, obviously, and then they'd move onto magical means... with any luck. They all had to have a firm grasp of the melody first.

Coughing softly to gain their attention, Marga flicked her wand at the violin and the bow gently fell to the ground beside it, as she stood up. Though she knew she was young as far as professors went, Marga still knew how to command attention and respect when she needed to. "Good morning, class." She began softly, smiling at them all before continuing. "Though I am sure some of you are eager to know your grades for your magnificent essays, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until the end of the lesson and I will return them to you then." Clapping her hands together once, she moved to her desk to give her students a better look at the instruments laid out. "Now! This lesson today will, unfortunately, be about an instrument as sombre as our skies today." She pouted, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "Though," she added, "it is still makes a beautiful and ethereal sound if played correctly." Gesturing to the instruments before them, Marga smiled. "Who can tell me which of these instruments is different than the others..." She paused, knowing the answer for her first question was pretty obvious. "And, why?" Professor Albuquerque added, with a smirk and a raise of one of her eyebrows. She was feeling generous that day, and she decided she'd easily give 20 points to whomever could answer both.

Olivia [ Beauxbatons Admin ]
2637 Posts  •  28  •  played by Olivia
Re: [Announcement] Positions
« Reply #21 on: June 27, 2019, 08:51:47 PM »
Hi! I'd like to apply for the Musique professor at Beauxbatons with my WIP Margarida Albuquerque. She's a halfblood, Portuguese witch who was a former Papillonlisse. She's generally a very soft, patient and kind teacher with an always open office policy. She can't help but give a fair few house points out, especially to her own house but she'll handsomely reward anyone who puts the effort into her class, regardless of their innate talent. She is not a professor to be crossed however, and detentions with her are enough to deter even the biggest class clown, since she is (perhaps surprisingly) extremely strict. Marga doesn't tend to give out homework often but they end up being pretty big assignments, but she gives lots of time though. Often Marga can be found in her classroom mentoring or playing alongside other students for as long as they desire, and she'll still be playing once they leave. Music means everything to her.



Margarida always preferred a practical lesson, rather than a stuffy and boring lecture. She considered herself blessed that with her subject, practice, practice, practice was the key and the only way to get better at an instrument was to play it. Lined up at the front of the classroom were, in order: a viola, a violin, a cello and the odd one out, a musical saw. It was by no means a magical instrument, but nonetheless, the haunting and melancholic sound it produced seemed to make it a favourite among ghosts, thus creating a popularity that couldn't be matched in the moldu World. None of the instruments were Professor Albuquerque's favourites, but she supposed that she couldn't really get away with having every single lesson be about the harp or piccolo. That wasn't to say she wasn't proficient in any of them, though. Oh no, the musical prodigy had learnt to deal with an obscene amount of instruments during her time with the magical orchestra she worked with before coming back to her school to teach.

The Portuguese witch charmed only the violin to play 'La Mer' by Debussy on its own accord and Margarida couldn't help but hum along in tune as she ambled over to the window at the front of the classroom to open it a little, biting back a frown as the wave of cold air hit her. Thank Merlin for heating charms. The weather outside looked miserable, and Professor Albuquerque thought it fitting for the instrument her students were about to play. It was like they were all going to be lamenting for the loss of the heat and sun. Turning back to her classroom, Marga enjoyed the contrast between the dismal, grey look of the grounds versus the warm, garden-like appearance of her classroom. Everything in there was light and airy, with an abundance of all kinds of flowering plants, in the hope that it might dispel the myth that music was a stuck-up, pompous profession.

She sat down in her seat at the front of the room, still humming along as the students made their way in and sat down in the semi-circle row of seats (much like a small orchestra), pausing to greet the few students that came up to her with a friendly smile. Summoning her lesson notes from her desk, Margarida had to hide the exasperated look on her face as read the only two words written on it, 'musical saw'. Great, Marga, that's really helpful. She made the mental excuse that she had just marked all those 20 inch long essays that she set and was therefore distracted. Oh well. The students would have to learn to play by hand first, obviously, and then they'd move onto magical means... with any luck. They all had to have a firm grasp of the melody first.

Coughing softly to gain their attention, Marga flicked her wand at the violin and the bow gently fell to the ground beside it, as she stood up. Though she knew she was young as far as professors went, Marga still knew how to command attention and respect when she needed to. "Good morning, class." She began softly, smiling at them all before continuing. "Though I am sure some of you are eager to know your grades for your magnificent essays, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until the end of the lesson and I will return them to you then." Clapping her hands together once, she moved to her desk to give her students a better look at the instruments laid out. "Now! This lesson today will, unfortunately, be about an instrument as sombre as our skies today." She pouted, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "Though," she added, "it is still makes a beautiful and ethereal sound if played correctly." Gesturing to the instruments before them, Marga smiled. "Who can tell me which of these instruments is different than the others..." She paused, knowing the answer for her first question was pretty obvious. "And, why?" Professor Albuquerque added, with a smirk and a raise of one of her eyebrows. She was feeling generous that day, and she decided she'd easily give 20 points to whomever could answer both.

@Kita please make a sheet for Madamoiselle Albuquerque!

Carys [ OOC Account ]
339 Posts  •  42
Re: [Announcement] Positions
« Reply #22 on: July 11, 2019, 08:35:06 PM »
I would like to (re) apply for the position of Divination Professor with Samuel Dickinson, precognitive Seer.


Snow lay thick over Hogwarts grounds and Sam Dickinson felt like he had come home again. It was strange how easily everything had fallen into place once he'd made the decision to move to Hosgmeade with his newly-discovered daughter Enitan. He had only meant to ask Minerva for advice, to discuss the huge change that this was going to mean to his life. He hadn't expected that she would quietly mention that Sybil Trelawney had mentioned that she would like to retire for good. That had been all it was, just a mention in passing, but a Seer always took such signs for what they were and felt as if he was being guided back to Hogwarts. His reasons for leaving had been sound, but now he had even better reasons for returning. It felt right to be back.

The classroom had needed to be rearranged of course - Sam had never liked the close, perfumed 'teashop' atmosphere that Professor Trelawney favoured, feeling that divination was just as serious a subject as any other. Trying to make it seem mystical and otherworldly did nothing for its reputation. Besides, they were already wizards, how much more otherworldly could you get? So he had reverted to his own preferred style, desks that seated up to four students and sensible chairs with cushioned seats and wooden backs, and pulled the curtains back to let the weak winter Sun light the room as much as possible. The mural he'd painted on the classroom ceiling - a diorama of the heavens, with constellations, depictions of star signs and esoteric words in various magical scripts - was just as he'd left it, and Sam suspected he knew why. If students' minds were going to wander, at least they would have something educational to stare at.

Today though, he hoped everyone would be paying attention. After a year and a half sabbatical, Sam wanted to find out precisely what his students knew, so this lesson was a kind of hands-on recap of what he hoped they had covered so far. Each desk held a different artefact that could be used for divination. Some were simple and easily recognised, such as playing cards and crystal balls, so even the newest third-year students would know what they were looking at. One table held a filled teapot and cups, another a set of carved dice and a third an amethyst pendulum, strung on a silver chain. Near the back, one table simply had a jar of ink - no quill - and some parchment. Sam was wondering if any of the students would figure that one out.

As divination was an elective subject, he didn't have a full timetable like many of the staff and had spent over an hour setting out the classroom. Even so, he had lost track of time and he was still arranging the final table when he heard voices approaching. The rope ladder had been transfigured into a much more serviceable staircase - steep and spiralling, no room for two to climb abreast - and he stepped back to his desk as footsteps approached.

“Come in everyone, welcome back.” he greeted as the students entered, some familiar and greeting him with nods, glances or even words of recognition; others staring with frank curiosity “Did you have a good Christmas?” He let them choose their own seats; it didn't matter today whether a table was filled with Ravenclaw fifth years or had a diverse mix of students. They could even chat until they were all seated...he stood at the front of the class, waiting until it looked as though everyone had arrived.

“As I said, welcome back. My name is Professor Dickinson; a lot of you I know already -” he paused for the briefest of moments to glance at a girl who was still rummaging in her bag “- and for those of you who have only recently begun studying divination, I look forward to getting to know you. Now, today's lesson is something of a quiz. On your desk you will see a divination tool. I want you to discuss in your groups what your tool is used for, how it works, and any experiences you already have with it. Third years, you may refer to your textbooks if you need to” he looked around at the class; aside from a younger student near the back of the room who appeared to be writing something on the desk, they were all paying attention. Sam raised his wand “Accio quill!” he said quietly, summoning it from the hand of the shocked student. “You can have that back at the end of the lesson when we'll have a little chat about correct behaviour in the classroom” he said quietly “The rest of you, you have ten minutes, then I expect one of you to summarise your discussion, You may begin.”

There was a certain authority to his tone that hadn't been there the last time he'd taught. Older, and perhaps wiser, Samuel Dickinson was glad to be back.


Volya Nikolov [ Elemental ]
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Re: [Announcement] Positions
« Reply #23 on: July 11, 2019, 09:34:16 PM »
I would like to reapply for Water Manipulation Professor with Volya! I've been asked for a lot of plots in the Koldo area, and Volya really missed the students on his year/couple years off. He also qualifies as Head of Rayasov, if needed.

Volya Nikolov had missed the school, his students, the wooden desks in the semi-circle around him. He'd missed the smell of the books that surrounded him, he missed the ringing of the bell that signaled the start of class, but most of all he missed being needed. The students meant the world to him, and he had realized that on his hiatus from the school. He didn't care that he couldn't perform the magic how his students learned it; he'd adapt his teaching style to them. He flicked his wand experientially about the room, the rune carvings on the cylindrical stick catching the false light that cascaded overhead. The object in his hand wasn't unfamiliar, but absolutely unnecessary for the Hor Elemental, who was just a being of water energy in himself.

The familiar sound of the bell ringing set his heart going again. Students of various ages and sizes filtered in the room, seemingly seating themselves in groups; there were trios, duos, and the odd foursome scattered about the room. He allowed them a moment to settle, then knocked the base of his wand on the desk behind him and cleared his throat. Several eyes wandered over towards the young-looking teacher, he locked eyes with each of them in turn, and smiled, definitely in his element so to speak.

'Welcome to Water Manipulation, class." he announced to the room as if the students didn't know what class they were walking into, "I'm Volya Nikolov, and today I'd just like to introduce you to some more basic concepts about water manipulation." he waved his wand, again in that experiential way that belied his experience with the object. "Water Manipulation deals with the many forms of the substance: water, steam, and ice." He clenched his teeth into a smile at the ice part as he walked behind a lecturer's stand he'd set up prior. "Water is necessary for life, and therefore I believe it is necessary for you to know how intimate your relationship with the water needs to be in order to truly contr- no. Not control... Allow it to use you as a conduit and work within the parameters of what is possible." He impressed this last part upon them. One couldn't control water, really, it was more the water consenting itself to be manipulated, to deem a person worthy of its help.

"Water in itself is a beautiful, terrifying thing. It has the power to at once sate life, but also take it away. Its the most pliable of all the elements with its ability to work with most things. It is used in all manner of things, even in your daily life, you use it without really thinking about it, am I wrong?" He questioned his students, rounding in front of his podium to look at the students that surrounded him on all sides. "There are legends of course, that there are entities that are completely made up of this beautifully terrifying water source. These creatures that look human but have this ethereal, weightless form that can communicate directly with their watery compatriot." His chest tightened as he talked about himself in the third person, however pressing on to his point, "I want you, students, to discuss with each other what importance water has in your life, and why you are studying the subject right now. Moreover, what can Water Manipulation teach you about how the world works in general?"

The teacher ended his lecture with, "There will be refreshments and cake after as thanks for coming, and to welcome me back into the Koldovstoretz family, now go on, discuss!" He rounded the back of the podium, sneaking behind his desk. He seated himself as he looked to students turning back to their groups, the same duos, trios and foursomes that there were before. This was a start, he mused, this was a new beginning at the school. He would not mess this up, he said to himself, as much as he had those dark thoughts to the contrary.
« Last Edit: July 11, 2019, 10:26:16 PM by Jared »

Laura [ Hogwarts Admin ]
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Re: [Announcement] Positions
« Reply #24 on: July 11, 2019, 11:26:54 PM »
I would like to (re) apply for the position of Divination Professor with Samuel Dickinson, precognitive Seer.


Snow lay thick over Hogwarts grounds and Sam Dickinson felt like he had come home again. It was strange how easily everything had fallen into place once he'd made the decision to move to Hosgmeade with his newly-discovered daughter Enitan. He had only meant to ask Minerva for advice, to discuss the huge change that this was going to mean to his life. He hadn't expected that she would quietly mention that Sybil Trelawney had mentioned that she would like to retire for good. That had been all it was, just a mention in passing, but a Seer always took such signs for what they were and felt as if he was being guided back to Hogwarts. His reasons for leaving had been sound, but now he had even better reasons for returning. It felt right to be back.

The classroom had needed to be rearranged of course - Sam had never liked the close, perfumed 'teashop' atmosphere that Professor Trelawney favoured, feeling that divination was just as serious a subject as any other. Trying to make it seem mystical and otherworldly did nothing for its reputation. Besides, they were already wizards, how much more otherworldly could you get? So he had reverted to his own preferred style, desks that seated up to four students and sensible chairs with cushioned seats and wooden backs, and pulled the curtains back to let the weak winter Sun light the room as much as possible. The mural he'd painted on the classroom ceiling - a diorama of the heavens, with constellations, depictions of star signs and esoteric words in various magical scripts - was just as he'd left it, and Sam suspected he knew why. If students' minds were going to wander, at least they would have something educational to stare at.

Today though, he hoped everyone would be paying attention. After a year and a half sabbatical, Sam wanted to find out precisely what his students knew, so this lesson was a kind of hands-on recap of what he hoped they had covered so far. Each desk held a different artefact that could be used for divination. Some were simple and easily recognised, such as playing cards and crystal balls, so even the newest third-year students would know what they were looking at. One table held a filled teapot and cups, another a set of carved dice and a third an amethyst pendulum, strung on a silver chain. Near the back, one table simply had a jar of ink - no quill - and some parchment. Sam was wondering if any of the students would figure that one out.

As divination was an elective subject, he didn't have a full timetable like many of the staff and had spent over an hour setting out the classroom. Even so, he had lost track of time and he was still arranging the final table when he heard voices approaching. The rope ladder had been transfigured into a much more serviceable staircase - steep and spiralling, no room for two to climb abreast - and he stepped back to his desk as footsteps approached.

“Come in everyone, welcome back.” he greeted as the students entered, some familiar and greeting him with nods, glances or even words of recognition; others staring with frank curiosity “Did you have a good Christmas?” He let them choose their own seats; it didn't matter today whether a table was filled with Ravenclaw fifth years or had a diverse mix of students. They could even chat until they were all seated...he stood at the front of the class, waiting until it looked as though everyone had arrived.

“As I said, welcome back. My name is Professor Dickinson; a lot of you I know already -” he paused for the briefest of moments to glance at a girl who was still rummaging in her bag “- and for those of you who have only recently begun studying divination, I look forward to getting to know you. Now, today's lesson is something of a quiz. On your desk you will see a divination tool. I want you to discuss in your groups what your tool is used for, how it works, and any experiences you already have with it. Third years, you may refer to your textbooks if you need to” he looked around at the class; aside from a younger student near the back of the room who appeared to be writing something on the desk, they were all paying attention. Sam raised his wand “Accio quill!” he said quietly, summoning it from the hand of the shocked student. “You can have that back at the end of the lesson when we'll have a little chat about correct behaviour in the classroom” he said quietly “The rest of you, you have ten minutes, then I expect one of you to summarise your discussion, You may begin.”

There was a certain authority to his tone that hadn't been there the last time he'd taught. Older, and perhaps wiser, Samuel Dickinson was glad to be back.

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Daphne [ Head Admin ]
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Re: [Announcement] Positions
« Reply #25 on: July 19, 2019, 06:30:53 PM »
I would like to reapply for Water Manipulation Professor with Volya! I've been asked for a lot of plots in the Koldo area, and Volya really missed the students on his year/couple years off. He also qualifies as Head of Rayasov, if needed.

Volya Nikolov had missed the school, his students, the wooden desks in the semi-circle around him. He'd missed the smell of the books that surrounded him, he missed the ringing of the bell that signaled the start of class, but most of all he missed being needed. The students meant the world to him, and he had realized that on his hiatus from the school. He didn't care that he couldn't perform the magic how his students learned it; he'd adapt his teaching style to them. He flicked his wand experientially about the room, the rune carvings on the cylindrical stick catching the false light that cascaded overhead. The object in his hand wasn't unfamiliar, but absolutely unnecessary for the Hor Elemental, who was just a being of water energy in himself.

The familiar sound of the bell ringing set his heart going again. Students of various ages and sizes filtered in the room, seemingly seating themselves in groups; there were trios, duos, and the odd foursome scattered about the room. He allowed them a moment to settle, then knocked the base of his wand on the desk behind him and cleared his throat. Several eyes wandered over towards the young-looking teacher, he locked eyes with each of them in turn, and smiled, definitely in his element so to speak.

'Welcome to Water Manipulation, class." he announced to the room as if the students didn't know what class they were walking into, "I'm Volya Nikolov, and today I'd just like to introduce you to some more basic concepts about water manipulation." he waved his wand, again in that experiential way that belied his experience with the object. "Water Manipulation deals with the many forms of the substance: water, steam, and ice." He clenched his teeth into a smile at the ice part as he walked behind a lecturer's stand he'd set up prior. "Water is necessary for life, and therefore I believe it is necessary for you to know how intimate your relationship with the water needs to be in order to truly contr- no. Not control... Allow it to use you as a conduit and work within the parameters of what is possible." He impressed this last part upon them. One couldn't control water, really, it was more the water consenting itself to be manipulated, to deem a person worthy of its help.

"Water in itself is a beautiful, terrifying thing. It has the power to at once sate life, but also take it away. Its the most pliable of all the elements with its ability to work with most things. It is used in all manner of things, even in your daily life, you use it without really thinking about it, am I wrong?" He questioned his students, rounding in front of his podium to look at the students that surrounded him on all sides. "There are legends of course, that there are entities that are completely made up of this beautifully terrifying water source. These creatures that look human but have this ethereal, weightless form that can communicate directly with their watery compatriot." His chest tightened as he talked about himself in the third person, however pressing on to his point, "I want you, students, to discuss with each other what importance water has in your life, and why you are studying the subject right now. Moreover, what can Water Manipulation teach you about how the world works in general?"

The teacher ended his lecture with, "There will be refreshments and cake after as thanks for coming, and to welcome me back into the Koldovstoretz family, now go on, discuss!" He rounded the back of the podium, sneaking behind his desk. He seated himself as he looked to students turning back to their groups, the same duos, trios and foursomes that there were before. This was a start, he mused, this was a new beginning at the school. He would not mess this up, he said to himself, as much as he had those dark thoughts to the contrary.

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Minerva McGonagall [ Professor ]
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Re: [Announcement] Positions
« Reply #26 on: October 06, 2019, 03:15:03 AM »
Hogwarts positions have been updated~

Carys [ OOC Account ]
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Re: [Announcement] Positions
« Reply #27 on: October 06, 2019, 01:20:29 PM »
What else do I need to do for Sam's status to be changed from pending please?


Laura [ Hogwarts Admin ]
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Re: [Announcement] Positions
« Reply #28 on: October 06, 2019, 07:34:56 PM »
What else do I need to do for Sam's status to be changed from pending please?

sorry, just forgot to remove that!! my bad haha

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