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Graeme Becker [ Board Mod ]
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Monday, September 2nd, 2002


The classroom was pleasantly warm, filled as it was with morning sunlight - though the day felt humid already and grey clouds were pressing in on the horizon.  All of the desks had been cleared away to one side, leaving a large open space in front of the blackboard.  The board was blank except for some curling writing in the top left corner that simply read - "Professor Becker, Defence Against the Dark Arts".  The Professor in question was pacing nervously back and forth across the length of the room.  Although dressed in his best (most-grownup) dark blue robes, the sombre cut and colour didn’t do much to make him look mature.  It also didn't help that he was wearing brightly coloured and mismatched socks - one sporting a large picture of a red dragon and the other displaying a pattern of green apples - which could be glimpsed as his robes swirled around his ankles.  As he paced, the baby-faced wizard absentmindedly dodged the stacks of pillows randomly set out around the otherwise empty floor.  When his robes brushed up against a particularly unstable pile of pillows they were sent scattering all over the place but he was too preoccupied to notice.  His prominent adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed convulsively.  This was going to be Beck's first lesson ever.  Even though he'd been up all night revising his notes, the ex-Auror was still not feeling 100% confident.  He tried to give himself a mental pep talk as he waited for his students to arrive.  This would be just like consulting, right? But with kids.  A large group of kids.

As the children started to trickle into the classroom, Beck forced his feet to pick one spot of floor and stick to it.  However, his right foot still tapped involuntarily as he stood there trying (and failing) to look serious.  They milled around him a little awkwardly at first, clearly unsure about the set-up of the classroom.  A few even stared at him curiously.  "Ah, right." He mumbled and cleared his throat.  "If you would please leave your bags over there..."  He gestured vaguely towards the row of stacked desks at the side of the room.  "And then gather in front of me in a semi-circle."  As he watched them comply, his face kept flickering uneasily between smiling and not smiling.  Once it appeared that everyone was ready, he raised his voice again.  "Well... Welcome, I'm Professor Becker and I'm here to teach you about defence."  The dark-haired wizard waved lamely at his class.

Trying to remember the speech he'd rehearsed, Beck turned and tapped the black board with his wand.  A series of diagrams appeared as though drawn in chalk.  "Throughout the ages, magical and Muggle folk alike have found nothing better for personal defence than the shield."  The cartoonish drawings on the board showed a stick-figure wizard conjuring a shield, blocking some streaky lightning bolts and then raising its hands in triumph.  "Protego is your simple shield charm."  He pointed to the board again where the pronunciation of the spell was clarified as 'pro-TAY-goh'.  "However, it can be anything but simple". Beck started to smile more naturally as he found his rhythm.  Stepping forward, he scooped up a pillow from the nearest pile.  The cover was crocheted with a big pink love heart – he hadn’t been very fussy when borrowing pillows for this lesson.  "If you would help me demonstrate..."  Passing it to the closest student, he stepped back again and raised his wand.  “Protego!”  His voice boomed out clearly as he conjured a shield.  Unfortunately, there wasn’t much to see except for perhaps a slight distortion in the air in front of him.  “As you may have noticed, a good shield is generally invisible to the naked eye.  The key is in how you visualise it in your mind.”  He caught the eye of the student holding the pillow for him and gestured for them to throw it.  “Try to hit me.”  He said with a grin.  As the pillow then came towards him, it hit with a soft ‘whump’ several inches away from his face and slid to the floor.

“Now that is really only the bare minimum a shield can do...  It is, of course, good for deflecting magical as well as physical projectiles.”  Picking another student, he pointed to them and then to the pillows at their feet.  “With some practice you will also be able to deflect or even repel  attacks back towards your opponent.  Possibly even knock them down.”  This time when the pillow flew out and hit his shield, Beck sent it bouncing back with some speed towards the student that had thrown it.  Satisfied now with his demonstration, he let his shield dissipate.  “I’d like you to pair up and give it a go.”  It pleased him to see that his students seemed to be on-board with the lesson so far.  He had really been worried about being boring.  After a few minutes everyone had split off and spread themselves out around the classroom.  Beck took another minute to go around and reposition a few people so that everyone had plenty of space and pillows.  He beamed at them as they started to attempt the charm.

“Remember, you must clearly visualise your shield in your mind.  Size, shape, strength…  It’s up to you to determine what your shield will be.  Wishy-washy thoughts can result in a patchy or misty shield, while anxiety may make your shield brittle.  Be clear, be calm.  A strong will makes for a strong shield.”  Beck wandered around, providing a few pointers where necessary.  One of the ricocheting pillows struck him in the back of the head as he made his way around.  Simply laughing, he turned and gave the responsible student a thumbs up.  After a little while, it seemed like some of the students had mastered the basics.  Wanting to keep them engaged, Beck decided to up the challenge.  “Good.  Now once you’ve got the hang of your basic shield, try to see what else you can do with it.  Can you make it bigger?  Can you make it smaller?  Can you surround yourself entirely with your shield?  Can you combine your shield with the shield of your partner?  A shield can cover just your pinkie finger or an entire building – although, truly large shields require the cooperation of a group of skilled wizards.  But be aware that the larger you spread your shield the thinner it will be.  The strength of the shield depends a lot on the individual casting it.  Try to gauge what you can do.”

Beck then made an effort to smile warmly at those students that were still struggling a little with the charm.  “But don't feel bad if it gives you a little trouble.  There are many adults who cannot maintain a proper shield.”  He shook his head in amusement as he remembered some of the adults he’d tried to teach before.  There were a startling number of people who had never learned the essential skill.  At least these kids were more receptive to his guidance than fully grown witches and wizards who liked to believe that they already knew everything.  As Beck watched his student’s efforts, he felt a funny sense of pride he hadn’t expected.  There was something quite rewarding about seeing their expressions of delight when they got their shields to work. 

“A good shield is your best friend.  Don’t underestimate it.  If you’re clever about how you use it, then it is all you need to win a duel.”  This was not an exaggeration on Beck’s part, he had done it himself.  “Truly expert use of a shield is about tactics.”  He walked among them, raising his voice to be heard above the chatter, shouts, laughter and frequent thumps of pillows striking people or walls.  “If you ever find yourself needing your shield… Placement!  Power!  Purpose!  Those are the key things to remember.  Your own shield will block your magic too so be aware of where you position it if you plan on counter-attacking.”  Beck felt relieved that things were going so well and mentally patted himself on the back for pulling it off.  Looks like I might have what it takes to be a teacher after all.
« Last Edit: February 17, 2019, 08:54:24 AM by Graeme Becker »

Gene Horowitz [ Gryffindor ]
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Re: [Lesson 1] As day is to a sword, night is to a shield [OPEN - All Years]
« Reply #1 on: February 18, 2019, 08:07:47 AM »
"He's probably twenty-five," Gene wagered, stooped over so he could whisper directly at his best friend, who was much shorter than him. "Or twenty-six. Maybe even twenty-three, d'you think? Definitely not that old."

The Professor-- Becker, going by what the blackboard said-- was jittering in the middle of the room, like he was tapping his foot or shaking his leg or something under his robes. Gene was jittering too, today, methodically scratching the side of his thumb, and unlike the Professor, he was not responsible for the safety of a load of magical kids about to take a class on magically attacking things. So, yeah, he got it. Felt reasonable enough. "This is why they should make all the teachers do a few years of practice," he whispered. "Or take a course. Or do they already do that?"

He thought back on the teachers he'd had over his years at Hogwarts, let his mind settle unpleasantly on memories of the Carrows, who almost certainly had not had a few years of practice or taken a course on teaching. "They just let anybody in here," he said, barely above a whisper. "Place ought to be sued, I reckon."

Professor Becker was saying something to them now, and so Gene obediently shut his mouth and paid attention to the lecture-- Shield Charms, which were the kind of basic, simple, rudimentary magic that Gene still couldn't do after two years of trying, and therefore hated. "Brilliant," he whispered to Henry. "We should have a pillow fight." Back home he'd had one with all his London friends, when they were all around eight, and it had been so disastrous that they still brought it up. Particularly Jason, who always told them they took things too far and who had also broken his nose during that pillow fight.

He sighed heavily. "You want to throw pillows at me first?" he asked Henry, bending over to pick one up and thrusting it at Henry.

Gene wasn't good enough at visualization for this sort of exercise, and Becker's requests that they try to visualize even more complex shields was slowly pulverizing his self-esteem, and his already weak shields. "For pity's sake," he said to Henry, trying to make himself heard over the din (and also trying not to be overheard whining), "They're invisible, aren't they? How are we supposed to tell how bloody big they are? They're imaginary."


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Reina Satou [ Slytherin ]
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Re: [Lesson 1] As day is to a sword, night is to a shield [OPEN - All Years]
« Reply #2 on: February 18, 2019, 06:12:18 PM »
Reina stumbled into the classroom – no thanks to her fellow housemate who she felt looked more like a troll than a human. She would have given the silly girl a piece of her mind but something far more offending than the push caught her eyes. Being a self-proclaimed fashionista at Hogwarts (honestly, almost everyone she encountered out of their uniform dressed like they raided their grandparents’ closet), she was offended by what the professor was wearing – especially his socks whenever his robes swished here and there as he paced. Ok, fine, his robes were fine but the socks… those accursed socks…

Sure, mismatched socks could be a thing but there was a fine line between the quirky style and your local fair’s clown, Cuddles. There was a very, very, very fine line.

She sighed in relief when he stopped pacing because that means she couldn’t see his socks and could focus on class. She took this opportunity to look around class and noted the board with his name. Her brows furrowed as she tried to recall the previous term’s professors and clicked her tongue when she couldn’t recall it; the school changed teachers as often as Reina changed her seasonal clothes. His voice broke her train of thought and she followed as instructed, chucking her satchel (she misplaced her ink bottle so it was fine to rough handle her satchel a little) where he indicated before she stood by the other students. Reina was about to clap when he announced what he was going to teach since he looked rather smug about it in her eyes but stopped herself just in time. The term just started and she didn’t want to make a fool out of herself already.

Mentally, Reina awarded him with some brownie points for actually writing out the proper pronunciation and making it a little easier for her to digest. Say the words and she would be shielded, gotcha. It sounded as simple and straightforward as the spells she learnt in Charms. She did considerably better in lessons where she was not required to identify or memorize things. Sure, she still had to memorize what each spell did but at least she could perform them without a hitch! For now, this class seemed doable for her and she was excited about it! She looked around for someone to partner up with to test out the shield charm. She couldn’t wait to experiment the type of shields she could conjure up and it didn’t matter to her that she couldn’t see it. An invisible shield meant that she was doing it right!

Carey Baisley [ Gryffindor ]
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Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of his favorite classes… and Carey knew from his sister’s the pillows in the class was always a sign that they were going to do something fun. The eager Gryffindor had already put aside his school back and pulled out his wand before the Professor began his speech, so he was able to take a spot up front and near him. It was only then he had a chance to study his new professor. Carey was only in third year, but he had already understood that Hogwarts was a magnet for Quirky Professors, but this one’s socks took the cake. Carey reckoned that Professor Becker could not find a matching pair this morning or thought it would amuse the class. In Carey’s youth (a whole two years ago) he had also had difficulties keeping pairs together, but thanks for Hogwarts requiring black socks it matter little now.

The eagerness drained from Carey’s lightly marked face. Protego? Shielding? How lame. The Gryffindor thought they were going to do something more interesting like blasting or knocking back someone. What were all these pillows for? … ah? The professor handed him a pillow. It had a heart on it. A heart?!? Carey examined it raising an eyebrow as the professor demonstrated the spell.

The Gryffindor looked up to see the professor gesturing to throw the pillow to him. Carey was about to toss it underhanded back when the wizard clarified he should try to ‘hit’ him. The practiced chaser gave an evil grin and pulled back his arm and attempted to throw the pillow with some force. Unfortunately. not being a ball, it caught more air then then Carey expected but it hit the mark. Regretfully it simply gave a ‘whump’ then slid down lamely.

Carey was disappointed and worried that his possible quidditch mates would see it and the saying “Don’t throw it like a pillow, Carey” would be the next teasing chant.  Carey hoped to be given another shot… but the Professor picked another student, their throw seemed to have more force and it even bounced back… and the bloody student caught it. This class is turning out to be a Pile of Pixie poop…. he thought bitterly. Before adding internal commentary in his brain. It is worse than Pixie poop, because if we throw Pixie poop at each other least that would be more of a challenge. He giggled to himself for second before hiding it with a forced cough.

He pulled himself from his Pixy poop throwing fantasy, because of which he missed the sharing a shield portion of the lecture and looked about for a partner. He was not standing next to any available Gryffindors. He was glad a Troll looking Slytherin pushed passed him instead of asking him to be a partner. After she cleared, he spotted @Reina Satou. Normally he would have not like to be paired up with her. Goodness knows what the snooty Slytherin would want to talk about or more likely not talk to him at all, but this class required no talking just throwing pillows. Carey being raised with too older tough sisters, and he played (a little) on last year’s quidditch team, so he had no problem hitting a girl… with a Quaffle. A pillow seemed childs play. Besides he always wanted to wipe off that judgmental face she carried around all the time.

“Hey, Reina. Are you ready?” he said as he picked up the pillow and pulled back. Carey was determined make a better throw this time. He waited a second for her to cast the spell then let it loose. Yes It was a better throw… He hoped that a few Quidditch players seen it. Maybe this class wasn’t a pile of Pixie Poop after all.
« Last Edit: March 14, 2019, 05:14:05 PM by Chaw »

Murray Cowan [ Hufflepuff ]
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Murray wandered into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom extremely pleased to see the desks pushed off to one side. There was nothing better than a practical lesson. Practical throttled theory any day of the week. He set his bag down amongst the other students bags where the desks had been stacked together along one wall before grabbing a spot directly across from the new Professor in the semi-circle.

He had high hopes for this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Defense had always been one of Murray’s favourite classes at Hogwarts, but they’d gone through so many incompetent professors that it was a bit of a running joke around the school. This class’ professor in Murray’s second year had even been killed by You-Know-Who. Therefore, he was bound to be skeptical until proved wrong. Professor Becker seemed assertive enough, and definitely young, Murray only hoped he had the practical knowledge and the know how to properly pass it along.

A few moments later after Professor Becker had given his first demonstration, Murray had to admit he was impressed. Shield charms weren’t top of the line complicated spells, but the best versions of shield charms with barely any visible shield were difficult to perfect, and he could barely see the slight imperfections of the shield the new professor had charmed. Very impressive.

A shield charm wasn’t difficult for Murray, he’d performed the spell numerous times and with success. But it was the second part of the professor’s demonstration when he showed that rebounds could be controlled that was most interesting to the badger. Murray knew he had a bad rep when it came to his intellectual abilities and class performance. He didn’t fight the reputation as he didn’t give a flying Firebolt what other people thought of him, but there was no truth it that reputation when it came to wand work subjects such as this. He didn’t earn three Exceeds Expectations OWL’s in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Transfiguration for nothing.

Murray caught ear of @Gene Horowitz complaining about not being able to see the shields, and laughed audibly. “Gene, you just have to trust that it’s there! Then let Henry chuck a pillow and you’ll know for sure, right?” He said loudly enough to be heard over the crowd of students.

 “Let’s roll,” Murray grinned, turning to the younger student standing next to him who must be a second or third year. It was quite funny how much of a helpful softie the seventh year could be when he wanted to. There was no point in pairing up with someone in his own year when they both were likely to master the spell within minutes and spend the rest of the class goofing off (behaviour like this was reserved for classes he didn’t enjoy, and every extra-curricular activity, ever). When Murray was able to lend a hand, he always did.

He and the younger student found some free space at one side of the classroom and stood about six feet away from one another which was about as far as they could go without interfering in other ongoing teams. “You go ahead and throw the pillow at me when you’re ready,” Murray said with a wry smile, taking into consideration all that Professor Becker had mentioned about placement, power, and purpose. He let himself feel the power he needed to produce his shield before muttering, “Protego.”

[OOC: anyone please feel free to pop in and be Murray’s partner ^^]

Owain Hughes [ Gryffindor ]
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There was a new Defence Professor. Owain had been aware enough to pay attention to that announcement during the feast, despite having been more interested in continuing his conversations rather than listening to the Headmistress. Even so, he was curious as he danced along the corridor to his first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson of the year. What would Professor Becker be like? Yaaas! Owain fist pumped the air when he swung into the defence classroom and found the room set up devoid of desks. Practical lessons were the best! And there were pillows scattered across the room! Owain managed to contain himself from demonstrating his extreme maturity and picking one up to begin a massive pillow fight. Just anyway. It was unknown how long his self control would last.

He dropped his bag where the Professor had indicated and excitedly waited for the explanation of what the pillows were for. Owain would bet they were either for throwing or for falling on. Both were appealing options. He was delighted to find out several moments later that the Professor wanted them to practice shield charms. But, more importantly, wanted them to chuck pillows at each other. A pillow fight with protegos seemed a bit like cheating, but Owain was always game for trying new things. He watched Carey throw a pillow at the Professor before the Professor then turned and gestured at him. Never one to turn down the opportunity to throw something at a Professor, even if it was only a pillow, Owain lobbed the object at the teacher with force.

He was impressed as it rebounded back in his direction, catching it with a grin before it could hit his face. “Cool!” He exclaimed, giving Professor Becker a thumbs up and an excitable grin. This one definitely was not a bad teacher to have! Obviously Owain was too caught up in the possibilities for this session to fully pay attention to what the Professor was saying, but he caught the gist of it. Find a partner. Chuck pillows. Attempt to block them. Right, where was Nell? Owain turned to his best friend next to him, smiling with an easy grin. This was going to be fun! “Come on Nell!” He encouraged as he bent down to pick up the pillow he’d just dropped to the ground, “this is going to be the best! I just get to throw pillows at you!” He faked the first throw, laughing at catching Nell off guard before he threw the pillow for real.

“Do you think you can try do what he did and hit it back at me?” Owain asked curiously, distractedly watching the other pairings throughout the room. His attention already wandering from the point of the lesson onto the sheer delight of witnessing what was essentially a small scale magical pillow fight take place, Owain nearly missed the pillow Nell had lobbed at him. Nearly. If he hadn’t been such a great, if he did say so himself, Quidditch player then he no doubt would have been caught unawares. He laughed as he quickly threw it back at her, his attention back to being focussed on his best friend in front. “Was that the shield Nell or were you just feeling left out?”

Ignoring the Professor’s suggestion that they should alter the size of the shields, Owain picked up several pillows and looked at Nell with mischief in his eyes. “What would happen if I threw all of these at you..?” He asked contemplatively, while already preparing to throw them. Not waiting for a response, he threw the pillows in quick succession. This was fun! He imagined they’d swap soon enough, but right now Owain was very content to remain the attacker rather than the defender!

Reina Satou [ Slytherin ]
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“Hey, Reina. Are you ready?”

Reina turned to see who was addressing her and couldn’t stop herself from flinching as soon as she saw who it was.

“… Paisley,” she hissed and was rather surprised that she could instantly put a name to his face. But perhaps she remembered people who offended her unintentionally even if they had never spoken to her before. For reasons she couldn’t remember, she had seen him out of his uniform once and his very style – clean-cut lines and overdressed most of the time – annoyed her because he seemed like a kid who tried to copy his dad… or something to that effect. Not only that, his personality was rather annoying too (and matches his style in a way) since he was such a try-hard and ass-kisser to a certain extent. She wouldn’t be surprised if he was the type of person who always wanted to be right and she disliked those kind of people.

Unable to school her face in time, it reflected what she was feeling inside: despair. Reina bit her cheek while she scanned the classroom and hoped that there was a way out but it seemed like almost everyone were paired up at this point. Furthermore, she could see Paisley preparing to throw a pillow at her and panicked. She raised her wand and thought that she had cast the spell but the pillow still hit her and Reina fell on a stack of pillows out of surprise with a loud squeak. Grabbing the pillow closest to her, she stood up and launched it at him without waiting for him to cast the spell out of sheer pettiness. “You dipstick! Wait for people to reply!” She ranted as she picked up another pillow to throw at him.

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Carey Baisley [ Gryffindor ]
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There was that face again. What was wrong with the girl? She acted like everyone else were covered in stinksap and was going to spit it all over her if they say more than two words to her. She called him something but it did not register in Carey’s mind. He waited as she looked around confused as if there was another girl named Reina in the class. Maybe she was daft. Geeze how long does it take one to get ready... He finally saw her bring up her wand to cast the spell. Finally!... Wait. What did she just call me? Paisley, like the pattern?   The confusing thought went through his head after he released the pillow.

Whatever she tried to cast, she must have done it wrong for the pillow did not stop a foot from her. Instead  it did not just bounce back off of her but it also knocked her back on to a stack of pillows.  “Reina! Wow, did you see that throw?” Carey looked around quite proudly although slightly guilty when his eyes settled back to his partner trying to remove herself from the stack of pillows.  “Reina man, I am sorry. Ya all right?”

“You know I did not mean too…” Carey said after he let out a laugh as he took a few steps towards her. He was going to help her get up, but she got up quickly to her own feet. Oh good she was not really hurt. was the last thing he thought before he saw something white streak toward him. He managed to get his wand up but did not cast the spell in time. Instead the pillow hit his wand and the wand his forehead. “Ouch!” He let out as he staggered slightly barely sustaining his balance.

“Wow, Reina you got a good arm! If you could fly you make a hella Chaser.“  He said as he used the back of his wand hand to rub the sore spot just off center of his forehead. With his other hand he quickly grab the pillow that just hit him. Ignoring her rant, he pulled back and threw the pillow although with slightly less force then the last time. If she did not want to give him time to cast, he wouldn’t also. Even still, he better cast or dodge her next pillow or he would look bad being pummeled by Slytherin. Let alone if the word got out, his sisters would never let him forget about it.
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Pixie Clarke-Trickett [ Gryffindor ]
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It was a new school year, so of course there was a new Defence against the Dark Arts professor. Pixie hadn't even been surprised when the newcomer had been introduced at the Beginning of term feast the night before, aside from noting that he looked too young to be a teacher. Despite being in her teens, most adults still looked fifty or over to the Gryffindor, so the fact that she thought he looked young immediately made her think that he would be a soft touch. In other words, a class to have fun on and play around with her friends. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the small, atrophied whisper that acted as Pixie's conscience pointed out - quite rightly - that she was repeating her third year and it really would be a good idea if she paid attention so she'd been able to leave school sometime before the age of twenty five, but now she was standing in the classroom her previous good intentions seemed to drain away.

Anyway, it was only the first day of classes, and they were pretty much going to have pillow fights! She didn't think that sounded like something even the most serious Ravenclaw was going to be able to take seriously. Her first disappointment came when she wasn't one of the kids picked to throw pillows at the Professor Becker - that would actually have been something worth writing home about (Pixie had promised to write home once a week this year, as opposed to the three times she'd managed during two terms last year). Still, there were plenty of other things she could do. With a gleam in her eye, she looked around for someone to partner - maybe a first year so she could just have someone to lob pillows at - when an older boy she hardly recognised made the choice for her.

Oh, okay then. "I'm Pixie" she offered as they grabbed some pillows and headed to the side of the classroom. She was kind of glad he offered to go first; she was pretty confident she could manage a shield charm, but didn't really want to have a sixth or seventh year throwing pillows at her just yet. As it as, she figured that anyone who'd already passed their OWLs must be good at this sort of thing, so she lobbed the pillow hard, overarm, once he'd cast the spell, and was delighted to see it rebound immediately and go flying towards...

"OOPS!" she gasped, diving sideways to grab the offending pillow before it could hit their new teacher who was just walking over to see how they were doing. She landed on her knees close to his feet, which meant she had a clear view of... "Cool socks, professor!" she told him cheerfully as she got to her feet, then said to her partner "Do you want another go, or shall I try now?"

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Murray Cowan [ Hufflepuff ]
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The seventh year couldn’t help but smile down at the oh-so-tiny younger student that introduced herself as Pixie. “I’m Murray,” he responded with a warm smile. He mentally prepared himself as the young witch raised the pillow to throw at his shield charm. Murray was attempting to move his shield so that it was at more of an angle with his body so that was not straight on with Pixie. He wanted the pillow to deflect off his shield, but he wasn’t sure how hard it would deflect and was worried about knocking the little girl over. He was sure the pillow itself wouldn’t hurt her, but who knew what (or who) she might fly into depending on the strength of the rebound.

He steadied himself as she threw the pillow- overhand- and quite hard. The badger was impressed. That was until the rebounding pillow went in the exact direction he hoped it would go- but straight towards Professor Becker. “Sorry sir!” Murray said immediately, before turning to Pixie. “Good save!” he commented with a bright smile. He hadn’t meant to send the pillow flying towards their professor, but unfortunately for Becker he happened to approach the practicing pair at exactly the wrong time. At Pixie’s question of who should go next, Murray had a sudden idea that he wanted to try out.

“Can you try throwing it at me once more, as hard as you can?” he asked Pixie with a wry grin. “I want to see if I can do something…” Murray’s voice trailed off, waiting patiently as the young witch across from him got back into her position with the pillow in her hands. The badger positioned himself, planting both of his feet firmly on the floor. If this worked it would be pretty cool. “Protego!” he said clearly. He could feel the shield charm forming around the front of his body, it almost felt like pieces of fabric weaving their way across his torso and arms and legs, ready to protect him from anything thrown or cast in his direction. Once he felt comfortable that the shield was strong enough, Murray leaned his body backwards, as if he was positioning himself to do the limbo under a very low stick.

“Ok,” he began with difficulty, his breath catching as he spoke from this very uncomfortable stance. “Throw it.” Murray couldn’t see Pixie standing in front of him, so when the pillow was launched directly at his chest it came as a surprise. Thankfully, the pillow did exactly what he wanted it to this time, and deflected directly upwards towards the ceiling of the classroom. Murray released his concentration as soon as the pillow had deflected off his chest, and raised his wand again. ’Arresto Momentum,’ he thought inwardly, pointing his wand at the pillow that had bounced off the ceiling and was now falling towards the ground. It slowed immediately, and the badger was able to take two quick steps forward and catch the pillow gracefully as it landed perfectly in his arms. “That was cool,” Murray grinned down at Pixie.

“Now it’s your turn,” he said with a wink as he held his newly caught pillow in one hand. “Let me know when you’re ready.” Murray worried about how hard to throw the pillow at Pixie, just in case her shield charm wasn’t strong enough. He didn’t want to knock her over.

Reina Satou [ Slytherin ]
58 Posts  •  13  •  Heterosexual  •  played by Mimi
The ‘ouch’ that came from him was extremely satisfying to Reina and she hoped that he had learnt his lesson in waiting for people to actually be ready before starting anything. But her satisfaction went away as fast as it came when he made some mention about her flying in that stupid game that almost everyone couldn’t stop talking about. Her roommates, the people she was sandwiched between at the Great Hall during meals, her classmates… it seemed like almost everyone was obsessed with the game and Reina had no idea what everyone found soo fun and fascinating about zipping through the air on the death stick and having the other team try to outright murder you.

Her, Reina Satou, riding the death stick and risking her life for the amusement of others?! As if!!

She was about to launch into a lecture on why she would never ever willingly get on a broom and play their stupid game when she saw him pulling his arm back to throw a pillow in her direction. Again! He didn’t even have the common decency to ask her if she was ready for another throw. ‘Well, not today, Paisley!’ She thought excitedly to herself with determination as she glared at the incoming pillow and waved her wand. “Protego!” Reina cried out and hoped that she did it as she watched the pillow coming closer and closer to her. Well, it did stop close to Professor Becker’s face so maybe it would be the same with her?

Instead of bouncing away from her, the pillow hit her on the head and bounced off causing Reina to stagger along with it. Thankfully, she managed to regain her balance instead of falling on the floor like she did earlier. “I could have sworn that I got it…” She grumbled to herself as she kicked the pillow that hit her head away. She crouched down to grab another pillow to throw at Paisley but it was obvious that she was distracted. The spell should have been easy enough… but was it because she couldn’t properly visualize the shield in her head? She absent-mindedly threw the pillow in his direction but it was less of a throw and more of a toss. Maybe, if she had enough time to prepare…

“Hey Paisley, give me enough time and a warning before you throw. I think I’m getting it,” Reina said in an almost commanding tone as she looked up just in time to see whether or not Paisley managed to block her pillow.

@Carey Baisley

Pixie Clarke-Trickett [ Gryffindor ]
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This was fun! How often did you get to chuck things around the classroom and not get told off for it? Pixie was grinning from ear to ear as she prepared to throw the pillow a second time, but she couldn't help giggling at the weird position the older boy had got himself into. When he gave he signal she threw the pillow the same way as before, overarm and still harder, aiming directly for his chest. The third year was sort of hoping he would fall over backwards, not because she was being mean but simply because it would be funny, but instead the pillow sort of rebounded and flew upwards, and then the boy stood up and pointed his wand and the pillow floated down and he caught it!

"You were doing non-verbal magic!" she exclaimed excitedly, her eyes sparkling. "What spell was that? My mum does wordless stuff all the time at home, a lot of it's really dull, like doing the dishes, but she never tells me HOW she does it. Do you just think the spell in your head or something?" As she released the barrage of questions, Pixie had taken a few steps forward, as if by getting a closer look at the pillow she could somehow figure out what had just happened. But...oh, yeah. This was a lesson, they were meant to be doing stuff. It was her turn to try the spell now. So she started to retreat to her previous position, raising her wand to cast the spell, but suddenly realised something important and "Wait! What's your name?" she demanded.

Eventually she was ready to try the spell herself. Despite her earlier confidence Pixie felt quite nervous and she really wanted to get this right first time, especially as she was working with somebody older than her who, in her eyes, had now achieved near-godlike status by demonstrating his ability to cast wordless magic. "Protego!" she yelled, far louder than was necessary, and she was thrilled to feel the shield spread out from her wand, forming a random, amorphous shape in front of her from neck down to her knees. "Okay, throw it!" she told her partner cheerfully.
 
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Carey Baisley [ Gryffindor ]
116 Posts  •  14  •  unsure  •  played by Chaw
Even with his surprise throw, she had got the spell up in time. Well, which was okay, he guessed They were trying to learn the spell after all. Still a short laugh came to the competitive Gryffindor’s lips when the spell did not fully work. Instead of bouncing off the shield, the pillow bounced off of her and landed on the ground before she kicked it in frustration. He both taunted and cheered on the Slytherin by saying, “Come on Satou, you could do better than that!”

Just as he suspected she quickly sent another pillow his way. This one was not thrown with as much force and instead the pillow took a lazy arc towards him. He quickly cast, “Protego!” determined to get the spell right this time while he thought Brick wall, brick wall, as if it could help. But his image of a brick wall in his mind dissipated as he noticed she called him ‘Paisley’ again. The pillow hit low on his legs. If there was any shield left it did not extend all the way down.

“Man, I think I almost got it too. Hey, Sat-ou!” Saying her name slowly like ‘Sat-toe’ as if she might have problem with her own name, if she was having problem with his. “By the way my name is B-aisley, with a B. Not P-aisley. It is part of a castle not a pattern. ” Carey tempted at a forced light laugh. He was not sure if the Slytherin was trying to make fun of him or if she was just dumb. He was leaning to the former, for she really did not strike him as the stupid type. Still this Baisley was taught by his older sisters to roll with the punches, laugh it out now and get them back later.

“You ready?” He picked up the pillow with his left hand and cocked it back. “Better cast … Here it COMES!” The Chaser through the pillow towards his partner hard. She better block or move this one or she will be knocked off her feet and onto the heap of pillows behind her Carey through with a sadistic grin.

@Reina Satou

Reina Satou [ Slytherin ]
58 Posts  •  13  •  Heterosexual  •  played by Mimi
“Ha! As if you’re one to talk,” Reina jeered in response when the pillow hit his legs. Sure, he didn’t nearly fall the way she did but his shield still failed. And she didn’t even throw it that hard in the first place! Hearing the way he said her name, she wondered if she was supposed to feel offended by it. She knew her surname was uncommon and was almost always butchered in one way or another. But she wondered why he had even did that in the first place. Wasn’t his name Paisley? It sounded like Paisley to her and he did look like a Paisley kinda person.

“By the way my name is B-aisley, with a B. Not P-aisley. It is part of a castle not a pattern.”

Face scrunched in confusion, Reina decided to not ask him to repeat himself especially since her started talking about castles and she had no idea what’s what on a castle. It was only Pai—no, Bailiff after all. But it was not because she couldn’t care less (ok, maybe part of her did), but it was mostly because she couldn’t hear him properly over the sound of her other classmates casting the spell and the thumps from the pillows colliding with either the shield, their body, or their faces. Plus, it probably wasn’t serious since he was laughing for some odd reason. Reina didn’t find anything funny at all so far (other than him failing the spell). “Whatever you say, Bailiff! I’m ready,” she replied as she raised her wand before her and looked at him with determination in her eyes. She’d get it this time!

“Protego!” She cried out confidently, seeing a clear image of Diagon Alley’s brick wall in her mind and braced for the impact. The pillow hit the invisible shield, bounced limply off it and landed on the floor with a satisfying thump. “I…  I did it? Oh my goodness, I actually did it!! Bailiff did you see that?!” Reina squealed in happiness and jumped in joy at her success. She didn’t care if she attracted the whole class’ attention with how loud she was being but she was just soo happy that she managed to cast the spell. “Ok, ok, now it’s your turn, Bailiff! Are you ready?” Reina crouched down and picked up the same pillow, throwing it in his direction.

@Carey Baisley

Carey Baisley [ Gryffindor ]
116 Posts  •  14  •  unsure  •  played by Chaw
The Gryffindor gave a laugh at her playful insult.  The quiet snub nose Slytherin was growing on him. Yet when her confused look spread across her face after his correction, he realized that she actually did not know his name! This seem to frustrate the Gryffindor, who thought that everyone currently at Hogwarts MUST know him by now, just as everyone who used to be at Hogwarts knew his sisters. Cheered on by his frustration he was excited that the pillow stayed true and was about to hit it’s mark, Satuo.  Well, that was until it did not. The pillow hit an invisible wall. She had succeeded. She, the bloody Slytherin that did not know his name, got the spell right before him. HIM! I mean he should have gotten this one by now right?

Frustrations and doubt flooded the fourteen-year-old mind as he watched the girl in front of him practically chatter with enthusiastic joy with a silly expression on her face. He had never seen the normally sour face sulky witch talk as much and in such a friendly tone. It was like Carey's cosmos was turned upside down. And now she was calling him ‘Bailiff.’ She had to be making fun of him or completely daft. Yet Carey refused to believe that a daft witch could get the spell before him. No she had to be making fun of him.

Carey squared himself and replied bitterly, “It is BAISLEY and I am ready! Just give me a better throw, Satuo.” He casted Protego with a bit of a roar, the moment she crouched. He imagination moved passed a brick wall to a lion ready to swat the incoming pillow like one would a nat. His fury focused and fed the spell. As Carey imagined, the pillow flew to him hit something just in front of his chest, then bounced off and down as if an invisible lion was there.

“I got it? I got IT! You see that Satuo. It even bounced off.” He smiled and boasted. Before acting out his own impression of the pillow versus the lion. “It was like, ‘swish.’ And my spell was like, I don’t think so ‘Swwwwap.’ And then ‘dooooosh’ and ‘plop’!”  Ending his performance with a punch into the air. She could call him anything she wants, he got the spell off better than her, so there!  “I want to do it again! Throw another at me, Satou. Aim it at my face this time!” Forgetting it was in fact, her turn if they were to do another round.

@Reina Satou
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