Defense Against the Dark Arts - Week 005

[your_dada_prof]

Week Name/Date/Time: A Moment's Peace
Location: Dungeons
Open To: Anyone taking DADA
Currently Involving: Abel

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FIRST YEARS

[your_dada_prof]

He hadn't expected much from the first years, since for most of them this was their first month of ever completing any sort of magic, let alone Defense. Their marked test papers were sitting on the first student’s desk at the front of the room. On the board, were written instructions for them to pick up their papers and sit back down quietly in their seats. From experience however, Abel knew that one thing for sure, students loved discussing their grades.

“Pick up your papers quickly now,” He said briefly to them once the first few started to trickle in.

[ooc; RH and GS all in the same class (magically!) since there are so few of you.]

Re: FIRST YEARS

[niamh_gannon]

Niamh entered the classroom nervously. She knew she hadn't done well on last week's test and she wasn't looking forward to finding out just how badly. The last thing she needed was to cry in Defense again.

She read the board from the doorway and silently walked to the front of the room, as though on a march to the gallows. She shuffled through the papers on the desk and found her own, but looked away as she picked it up so she wouldn't see what grade she'd received. She turned and moved solemnly to her seat in the middle of the room.

Taking her seat, she set the test paper face down on the desk and began to take out her parchment, quill and textbook, then began to arrange them neatly on the desk, careful not to disturb the test paper. Anything to delay the inevitable.

Re: FIRST YEARS

[tzeming]

Quite the contrary, Ming was one who liked everything spontaneous. As he strolled into the classroom, his brain suddenly clicked and he remembered that today was when they got back their test papers. He didn't put in much effort, that much he knew. After all, he was a hyperactive kid, and throw a book in his face and off to sleep he goes. Why bother studying when you have a wand?

He stepped up to the teacher's desk, greeting him with a far-too-cheerful "Good Morning, professor!" before going through the pile of papers swiftly till he one with his name scribbled haphazardly on top. His lower jaw dropped, but he quickly closed it. An A?

He shrugged, and made his way to his seat, aware that Niamh was arranging her things in a very stressed out manner. "Psst, Niamh!" he half-whispered. "What didja get?" He thought surely the girl would have done much better than him, seeing that he didn't do anything to prepare for this, whereas Niamh.. well, she studied for everything.

Re: FIRST YEARS

[niamh_gannon]

When Ming entered the room and then sat near her, she scowled. When he asked her what she'd scored, she flinched. She wasn't about to admit to him that she'd failed.

Putting on her haughtiest expression, she continued to organise her belongings while whispering back to him, "That's none of your business, Ming."

She placed her Defense textbook carefully on top of her test paper then busied herself with reading it so she wouldn't have to talk to the boy. She'd worry about just how terribly she'd done later. She hoped that if she didn't know how poorly she'd done, she could focus on today's lesson a little better.

Re: FIRST YEARS

[tzeming]

Ming shrugged and pursed his lips together, adjusting his robes. "Oh well, whatever makes you happy, Niamh." What the bloody hell was wrong with her? Here he was, trying to make a conversation and she just told him that it's none of his business? How very rude.

"You might want to know that it's only just a test. And that I was trying to be nice, but since you don't appreciate that..." Again, another shrug. Why get worked up over it?

He took out his book and writing material, and looked at his test paper. To check, or not to check? Oh, well. He picked it up and looked at his scribbled handwriting. Oh yes, a Ming specialty. In fact, he was surprised Professor Faust could even read it in the first place.