Charms Class 2

Aidan walked into Charms class, in a good mood. He had gotten the student spotlight last time, and was determined to do well today too. He saw writing on the board, so went over to read it. His mood fell as he saw it. He was in group one, with Fionn and a guy called Aden. Fionn was the boy from the train who seemed to already hate him, just because he liked muggle cooking. His paternal grandparents were muggles and so knew lots of muggle things, so didn't see anything wrong with it. Taking a deep breath, Aidan walked over to the circle, to see the other two boys there.

"Hi." Aidan said to the two of them. "I'm Aidan, the last in your group." He said, stepping into the circle. Aden wouldn't know him, and he wouldn't be surprised if Fionn hadn't payed attention on the train. Aidan decided to be the bigger person, and be nice to Fionn. He had nothing against the boy, he seemed to know little about muggles, but most witches and wizards didn't, to be fair. He smiled at the two, not wanting to interrupt if they had been talking or anything.

If anybody had asked Destrey what she thought of the last class, she'd have waved dismissively at the thought of it and squeezed out a lethargic "meh."

Destrey never admitted to enjoying anything. Certainly not anything on the school curriculum. She wasn't above turning up late or not turning up at all if she deemed a class unimportant enough. But in reality, last charms lesson had managed to be entertaining. Certainly far better than anything Professor Potter had ever produced. His lessons had always consisted of drearily obvious question and answer sessions that never failed to either put Destrey to sleep or lose her house points with her less than respectful replies.

Professors didn't like to be corrected.

Speaking of corrected, this professor had made a mistake. Destrey went up to the board and rubbed out three of the groups. How was she going to do this? Ah, that's it.

The new list read:

GROUP 4 - Cliff Jordan vs. Cerelia Avery vs Daedalus d'Eath
GROUP 5 - Destrey Ashcroft vs Damitrius d'Eath vs Shylock Ashcroft
GROUP 7 - Theodora P. Crewe vs Damien d'Eath vs Catalina Malcolm

Perfect!

Teddy had entered and took the scene in- naturally. Professor d'Eath, or Milo as he preferred to be addressed, seemed to abhor the norm. Teddy was prepared to complain, when she saw the arrangement. She stared up at the board, incredibly interested by the arrangement. She shrugged and walked towards the Number Seven Circle.

She had taken to the center of the circle, looking up at the board to see the Ashcroft girl change the arrangement. "Hey!" Teddy snapped. She had been sort of anticipating having the Ashcroft boy in her group- he was snarky and she found him oddly attractive. She stepped forward to approach the Slytherin and found herself getting stuck in the circle. "What? Ah, bloody- c'mon!"

After attempting to push down the force field, she let out a frustrated groan. "So, what? We blast the force field down?" She began shooting every curse she knew at the edge of the circle.

The bell rings and, as it does, any student not in their circle suddenly sprouts wings, all different colors, ranging from white to red to purple to green to hot pink. These wings transport the students, against their will, into the circle. Once in the circle, the wings fall from their backs and shrivel on the ground into ashes. Still, there is no sign of the professor. But, on the board appears the words:


OOC: If ONE person is missing from your group, do not fret. If there are two, Milo will adjust when he enters the class.

Cliff entered and looked around, already expecting the class to be as fun as last time. He entered to see... nothing. At first, he felt disappointed. Then he noticed the circles, and the board, and it began to click. Ooh... This would be... interesting.

He looked up and spotted a Slytherin girl messing with the board, and saw her moving people in his group. Pesky Slytherins. Why couldn't they let things go, why couldn't they just calm down and go with the flow?

"Hey!" he warned. "You probably shouldn't do that." Cliff began to approach her when the bell rang. There was a tickle in his shoulder blades and he was suddenly lifted off of his feet. Light blue wings flew him to the Number Four Circle and dropped him in the center. The wings peeled off and he bent down to pick them up. "Weird.... Wicked!"

Damitrius had stepped into the circle just as her gaze went up to the board again. She saw Destrey there and she was trying to mess around with the order of the groups and she sighed. "Hey! You shouldn't be doing that, Des -" she tried to get out of the circle but something kept her in there and she got momentarily distracted with poking the force field that kept her inside the circle. "The hell?"

When she looked up at the board again, she saw that Destrey had changed the order of three groups around, one of which was her group with Damien and Daedalus. A worried expression crossed her face as she saw that the Slytherin had changed the order around so that she was stuck with her and her brother. This was even worse than being stuck with her brother and cousin.

The bell rang and Damitrius became distracted again with watching light blue wings sprouting from Cliff Jordan's shoulders and carry him to his assigned circle. She grinned for a moment and then realized her dilemma again, hopefully her changing the order of the groups wouldn't change that she didn't belong in that group and wings would sprout from her shoulders and carry her to another circle.

((OOC: I will honor Destrey's changes. Groups 4, 5, and 7 are as her post says.))

When, as Shylock stepped across the threshold of the classroom, the gigantic green and purple wings suddenly sprouted from his torso to deposit him inside some sort of magic circle, all of the tension drained out of him.

He'd been on edge all week, but mostly from what had happened in potions, which he still couldn't get straight in his own head, let alone explaining it to anyone else. It wasn't like he'd never been used as a test subject before. That was kinda the point.

So the peculiar antics in charms were a relief. It reminded him of home. The Ashcroft children had learned early that The Lab emanated enough magic into the surrounding landscape to make The Trace completely useless. That, and the fact that their father had no qualms about them "borrowing" a wand or helping out in the lab itself. It had made for an interesting childhood, where sprouting wings was often the least of one's worries.

Now, lying face-down in the centre of the circle, Shylock attempted to compose himself. At least he had landed face down, his back curled over his head and with his hands alongside created a tiny cave where he could ever so carefully blot the tears from his cheeks before anyone would see.

Bloody teachers and their stupid stunts.

Destrey's wings were pretty pink and her landing had all the grace her brother's lacked. Her toes touched the ground and she dropped softly to the floor, ignoring the shell of Shylock lying there. It was Damitrius she was interested in, anyway.

"Hello, pet," she greeted the Gryffindor. She'd not given up on this one.

"Shall we get to know one-another, then? Perhaps you can tell us what's been happening in the lion's den?"

She took an unsteady step backwards when both of the Ashcrofts were carried to the same circle as her. So much for having them carried to the right circles. Damn, what was she supposed to go now? At least she could have a little laugh when the Ashcroft boy landed in the cirlce face down. Not the most gracious person, was he? She didn't see him as a threat, the one she was worried about was his sister, Destrey.

Damitrius took another tentative step back when the girl landed in the circle after her brother and glared at her. "I'm not your pet." she said simply. She still hadn't given up on that load of bull then? "As if I would tell you anything." she said in a warning tone. She might not want any problems, but Damitrius was going to defend herself in any way possible from anything they tried to/did to her.