Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 21, 2010 10:43:55 GMT -5
((ooc: As the title states, this is a class! And it's a closed group, open only to those in 6th or 7th Years. ♥ Feel free to post your entrances, and when all/the majority of the 6th and 7th Years have posted (depending on how many of you show up), we'll begin. :3 ))
"Kese~!"
Anyone who'd been at this school even a day would recognize that sound, most likely, to be the trademark snicker of the resident Transfiguration's teacher. He was currently in his classroom, up on the little walkway above the main floor, waiting for his class to arrive and sifting through books in the meantime. Dust choked the air about him but the albino didn't mind too much, as he was too busy cackling away and reading.
He'd abruptly had the most wonderful idea of how to start his lessons with a bang, and was determined to put it into action. Sadly the younger students wouldn't be able to take part in today's lesson, but he'd think of something equally awesome for them. But, Self-Transfiguration was a little too difficult for them at the moment - he'd have to find something cool that also fitted into their current skill-sets.
Still, today's plan was set to be amazing, should the students actually bother to show up, which they better. It was a duo-year class today, as the Professor was keen on showing off the awesomeness that was Self-Transfiguration to the new 6th Years, as it was going to be a subject they'd be studying often this year.
With a sudden flourish of movement, the albino placed the book he'd been reading back on its shelf, slammed a hand onto the railing nearby, and vaulted over it. Down he fell, robes billowing out like some odd pair of ethereal wings, until with a clunk of heavy boots, Gilbert hit the floor. He grinned, eyeing the door expectantly.
Any moment now...
"Kese~!"
Anyone who'd been at this school even a day would recognize that sound, most likely, to be the trademark snicker of the resident Transfiguration's teacher. He was currently in his classroom, up on the little walkway above the main floor, waiting for his class to arrive and sifting through books in the meantime. Dust choked the air about him but the albino didn't mind too much, as he was too busy cackling away and reading.
He'd abruptly had the most wonderful idea of how to start his lessons with a bang, and was determined to put it into action. Sadly the younger students wouldn't be able to take part in today's lesson, but he'd think of something equally awesome for them. But, Self-Transfiguration was a little too difficult for them at the moment - he'd have to find something cool that also fitted into their current skill-sets.
Still, today's plan was set to be amazing, should the students actually bother to show up, which they better. It was a duo-year class today, as the Professor was keen on showing off the awesomeness that was Self-Transfiguration to the new 6th Years, as it was going to be a subject they'd be studying often this year.
With a sudden flourish of movement, the albino placed the book he'd been reading back on its shelf, slammed a hand onto the railing nearby, and vaulted over it. Down he fell, robes billowing out like some odd pair of ethereal wings, until with a clunk of heavy boots, Gilbert hit the floor. He grinned, eyeing the door expectantly.
Any moment now...