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[faultywhenwet]

Name(s): CLASS LOG, OPEN TO FIFTH YEARS+ (You have to have had good marks in Potions and Transfiguration to be able to take this class)
Location: Roy's classroom
Week: 35
Time: Thursday onward, all day
Rating: PG

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[elricwizard]

Edward was pretty much a wreck when his time for Alchemy class came but considering he wanted to know much more about the subject, he got out of bed, dressed and braided his hair awkwardly enough. Strands were coming loose, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

There were dark circles under his eyes when he came into the class, but he wasn't feeling the fatigue too much, ignoring it in favor of putting his moping into some vague drive for redemption.

If only he'd known, perhaps he could have changed something. Perhaps he could change something now. This was why Alchemy class was so important, never mind that it was one of his favourites despite everything.

Edward slipped into class and collapsed into a seat, folding his arms on the desk and resting his chin upon them. He just had to wait for class to begin.

Fifth Year

[faultywhenwet]

Roy raised an eyebrow when the blonde boy collapsed into his class. Edward Elric, a boy that he definitely had to keep an eye on. Issues related to the man posing as his subordinate aside, the older Elric brother was supposedly a prodigy. From personal experience, Roy knew just how much hell prodigy's could raise.

"Are you here to learn or sleep, Elric?" he asked out loud, idly, as the boy slumped at his desk.

[ultra_heroine]

Haruhi, despite the death earlier in the week, was in a relatively good mood today. She (just about) burst into the classroom, threw the teacher a wave and took a seat at the side of the class at an empty desk.

The boy with a metal arm - Edward, or something- was slumped at his desk, and Haruhi reminded herself that one day she needed to find out where that metal arm had come from! (Well, she knew that Winry had made it, but why he'd needed it was the issue!)

She busied herself on a spare piece of paper as she waited for class to start, drawing up a detailed 'Werewolf-catching' trap.

[elricwizard]

"I'm listening." He told the Professor, sounding exhausted and mildly bored. "When you start teaching something I'll take notes, until then I'm going to sit here." Edward shrugged. He wasn't in the mood to be too polite, honestly.

Sixth Years

[link_to_the_net]

Link walked in to Professor Mustang's class and took his usual seat in the back. He really didn't know how he had survived so long in this class. He remembered he had barely made the grades he needed to get in it in the first place. Well, potions he was fine with. It was transfiguration that usually get to him.

He got out his supplies for class and waited for it to start. He wasn't expecting many people to show up today, despite the three day break that they have been given. Link himself wasn't really effected by Professor Iroh's death, so he really didn't mind going back to class.

Seventh Years

[hazy_peachsmoke]

Touya walked to the front of the class, his gaze blank even though he tried to bury himself in work and study. Sinking into a seat -- the class was emptier today, and he tried very hard not to think of the reason why -- he took his supplies out of his bag and placed them haphazard on his desk. It wasn't his usual manner to do so, but.

But.

"Professor?" he asked, looking up. "What are we doing today?"