Not yo' mama's Sociology [Class]

[genovese_roche]

Name(s): Rorschach [OPEN]
Location: Sociology Classroom
Week: 44
Time: Throughout the day
Rating: It's Rorschach. Judge appropriately.

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First Years - Intro

[genovese_roche]

First Years: a.k.a. the only one~

[seeks_beauty]

Ruby shrunk into his chair a little, even as he was ready to take notes.

This man was just too darn scary.

Re: First Years: He will have the best time evar~

[genovese_roche]

Rorschach kept his stare even, almost in a bored expression. Little kids were afraid of him. He actually... Preferred them over the older ones. More innocent.

But that didn't excuse them from learning. And what better way to make sure that they were paying attention than to ask them questions every now and then. "Carmine. Define sociology."

First Years: nuuuuuuuuuu

[seeks_beauty]

Ruby almost jumped in his seat.

"It's...it's um..." he squeaked, "the study of...people?"

Second Years - Advanced Intro

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Re: Second Years - Advanced Intro

[blindearthgirl]

Like all most of her classes, Toph took a seat in the back, dug out her book and conjured her magical typewriter to appear on her desk. She didn't actually expect to use them, but they were there anyway. She leaned back in her chair and threw her disgusting feet on the desk, leaning forward a bit to pick some grime from between her toes while she waited for the class to actually start.

She still didn't have much of an opinion on this particular professor, except that she knew that his jokes were terrible. She would make her judgments according to how much she liked the class.

Third Years - Wizarding Cultures

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Fourth Years - Societal Views on Muggle Relations

[genovese_roche]

LOL OHAI

[stupidest_angle]

Raziel floated into class in a very heavenly manner, completely oblivious to the fact that he was about twenty minutes late to a class where the professor more than likely wanted to kill him. Oh well! Today was too glorious for such trivial observations!

Raziel made sure to take a seat in the very front, a rather jerk move since he was three years older than everyone else in the class and a good foot taller.

Immediately he raised his hand, "I have a question!"

Of course he had a question.

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[genovese_roche]

Rorschach stared at the student, eyes narrowing behind his mask, fingers curling towards his palms, fists clenching. But he was in a state of authority over students, and no matter how much he wished to throw this child out of the window in the room, he painfully swallowed that instinct down.

The professor hadn't even said anything, and already the imbecile had a question. After his mockery, Rorschach should have just ignored him. "What?"

Fifth Years - Supremacy Filth

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[acciopeaches]

Momo picked a seat somewhere around the middle of the room, not too near in front but not so far at the back either. She then took out a fresh roll of parchment, a quill and a bottle of ink from her book bag, carefully spreading them out in front of her.

She was never one to judge people she had just met based on appearances... but she had to admit that the professor left her feeling quite uneasy in her seat.

[flameyobitch]

As someone who would one day take her fathers place as a politician, it only seemed natural for Azula to take Sociology. She had taken the best seat in the house- front row center. Sitting bolt upright in the chair with her hands folded neatly on her book that sat on the desk, Azula patiently awaited for class to begin. This class would be interesting, that was for sure, she thought with a smirk.

[timeinback]

Chao had come to find Sociology pretty interesting, especially given the fact that it call came from the Wizarding world standpoint. A good deal of it was worthless propaganda of superiority, but to some degree it did give the Chinese girl some interesting insight.

Of course, finding Azula having took her favorite spot in a class room, she started to wonder if going to class today was a very good idea. Nothing to be done with it now though and with a careful tap of her new cane, she made her way a seat in the direct center of the classroom. Setting the cane in her lap once more, she folded her hands over the desktop tried her best to stand as straight as possible. the bandaged under her robe were still rather tight and suffocating, but that would remove any lack of focus.