Charms Class Two

Jess was nervous...

wait no, nervous didn't quite cover it.

Jess was... out of his comfort zone... out of his league... there was a whole lot Jess was.

See, it was all changing - he knew that his own little experience with the disease was a narrow perspective of the issue, but at Hogwarts it seemed to be magnified beyond proportion.

He stood there in very long, covering clothes, only the front of his face revealing any skin, with a pile of twigs and stones lying on his desk, waiting for the class' arrival.

For all it mattered, he might as well have thrown his wand on the pile of sticks, it wasn't exactly doing him much good now was it?...

Subastian came in looking worse than he did the first class he had with this teacher. "Hello professor Potter." He said weakly as he walked to the nearest desk and collapsed into it again. Subastian knew that pretty soon that he would be crawling to class if his legs got worse. He didn't know how much longer he could take of this illness, it was basically taking any and all his strength it could then beating him up for it.

Lily walked into the classroom and smiled at the professor. "Good morning Professor Potter."said Lily softly as she walked over towards where Subastian was and took a seat beside him. "Forgive me for saying this, but you look horrible Bastian."said Lily softly. She knew she probably didn't look any better then he looked for she was starting to have a green rash on her arms. As she gotten out her book and supplies she set them neatly on her desk letting out alitte cough as she did so. Lily was tired, no matter what she did her body was just wore out.

For Alice the day was starting great, she was excited to hear the class and just wanted to learn a few new things. She was really sure that the main cause for her to be really happy this early was because of the small chocolate she ate while getting ready for her class.

"Thank you sugar" She thought with smile.

When she finally enter to the classroom she notice only two others students.

"Finally! I'm early in one class" She said more to herself. " Good morning Professor " Alice told her professor with a small smile, taking her seat waiting for the class to start.

Why was everyone so cheerful? And since when did people greet the teachers so enthusiastically? Poor little ravvie must be failing badly to want to make it up by crawling up Potter's arse.

In case you didn't notice, being sick made Liesl grumpy.

She pushed past the pests and barged her way into the room as best her fatigued body would let her.

Potter looked like the sketchier kind of monk, or maybe not a monk at all, maybe just someone who'd had a psychotic break and thought he was a monk. He was dressed all up in dark robes; but shouldn't they be saffron for a monk? Perhaps he was joining the Death Eaters. That would be a lark, a Potter in the Death Eater's ranks.

Usually, charms was not a class that Monroe placed much value on. Or, no more value than any other class. He dutifully learnt whatever spell had been put on the timetable today, perfected it and left.

Today was different. Or would be different if Hogwarts ever taught beyond the scope of simple spell casting. Still, Jess Potter looked warn and weary. Perhaps he'd relish a chance for a break.

"Professor, I think everyone could do with a break from practical work today," he said with a gesture that somehow managed to include everyone's miserable countenances.

"Perhaps we could discuss how charms are made this lesson?"

Destrey resisted the urge to twist around in her seat and stare at Monroe. What was he doing?

Monroe wasn't the sort of person to interrupt the regularly scheduled learning. He was the type of person who quietly looked things up in the library and then poisoned someone when they weren't expecting it. That's why he was so creepy, even if everyone did say she was crazy for thinking someone as nice as her brother would ever do something like that. Destrey wasn't crazy, she was realistic.

Instead, she stared at the professor, willing him to go along with Monroe's suggestion. Not because she particularly wanted to know how charms were invented, but because if Monroe wanted to know it was definitely worth hearing.

Jess nodded each student in, watching as they took their seats and noticing just how haggard they all looked. The headmistress had made a good call in altering the curriculum for the next few lessons - he just hoped that he would be up to the task.

He looked up, however, as his train of thought was interrupted by a Ravenclaw boy asking a question. "Oh," Jess replied, a little caught off by what the boy was asking. "Umm," he muttered, his brow furrowing as he thought about his answer.

"Not today," he said after a pause. "I'm not sure what the Headmistress would think if I told you all how to make your own spells, at least not today. I shall ask her though - you're right we do need a break from the practical magical work," he agreed, pulling a quill and parchment out of his pocket and jotting down a note to do exactly that.

"In the meantime, we will be taking a slight deviation from the usual schoolwork to... umm.... to get back in touch with a more practical side of things." He explained, pleased that he couldn't go red in the face, as he was incredibly embarrassed about having to teach this garbage to the students.

"Today we'll be learning how to make fire... the muggle way," he told them, gesturing at the pile of sticks and other dry material behind him on his desk. "I know that some of you probably have an idea of how this is done, but can anyone tell me why it would be worthwhile knowing?" He asked, hoping to god that some smart arse pureblood fanatic wasn't in the room.

Oh wait, there was a Dolohov sitting in front of him. So much for his hopes

Subastian coughed into his handkerchief and said, "It would be worthwhile to learn because you could be in a situation where you can't do magic. Or you lost your wand and cannot create fire from magic. It will help you learn to create it without using magic and you can also know that if you should catch the illness, you don't have to try and light a fire but end up blowing something up instead." He coughed again into his handkerchief and hoped that he made what he was saying clear.

Cecilia Krum sauntered into charms class with her nose in the air and her shoes clicking with her every step. She chose a seat in about the middle of the class room sat down crossing her legs. Yawning she dug around in her bag for a nail file and started filing her nails. ‘Why am I even here?’ she asked her self mentally, ‘we learn the same stuff every year.’ She shook her head to remove the hair from her shoulders and glanced up at the board though the only indication of what they were ‘learning’ today was a pile of sticks and stones. Rolling her eyes she went back to filing her nails with a slight cough.