NEWT Class One

Mariana just looked into the crate or a hole blankly.Her mind was working three miles an hour though even that way it took a lot of time to catch the thought.She tried to remember what she read once though she read a lot of things so that was kind of like impossible mission.She skretched her chin before a thought fell on her mind.

"If it's not a red cap then i don't know Professor i mean Remy." Mariana suggested though she herself didn't believe in that theory. "But they drink blood so i don't know if you would bring them on class would you? And my name is Mariana.." she commented contradicting her own thought though it was only possible solution that fell on her mind.

Belle had nodded to Remy, if she was on the right track she would have to dig further into the mountains of creature knowledge that she had. Opposite of what the Glumbumble did? Now what on earth could it be? She wondered to herself, she listened then to Mariana's guess and had to wonder would a teacher bring a Red Cap in? She had heard teachers bring in worse things before. She decided though to wait for Remy's reply before giving it another shot, she did not wish to be rude to Mari.

"I would not bring anything blood sucking to class, Mariana," Remy soothed, certain that she was leech enough to serve as a blood sucker in this situation, not that any of these students knew that nor would they ever. The girl who had answered was from Hufflepuff house, based on her robes, and she seemed meek enough to fit the part. Then again, there was a clear amount of sheer exhaustion written across her features as well which may very well have contributed to what Remy had read as meekness. The girl would have to be watched to determine whether or not this was an attribute or merely a temporary state.

Aren't you glad your emotions don't control you? Remy's mind asked smugly.

What emotions? its counterpart replied easily.

"And for the record, Redcaps are not insects. They can be faeries, but even those would not fall under the heading of insects. I will entertain one more guess, if there is one," Remy prompted, looking to the other students and then back to Mariana, in case she was able to come up with something more sensible than a Redcap. Really, after the hint Remy had given, this was a foolish answer, but Remy was not about to say this aloud. If she wanted to get the information Sandra required, she needed to befriend the students, not show them just how much of a bite she could have.

Belle decided to speak up, "Remy, I would have to give a second guess of a Billywig. As its sting produces a sense of giddiness where as the Glumbumble produces a sense of melancholy. And you had mentioned that the creature you have here today produces the opposite effect of the Glumbumble."

She hoped she was right, because she was starting to run out of insect creatures right off the top of her mind.

Luke came to class late like always and just kindof stood in the back quietly trying to hide. so the teacher wouldn't realize he had just gotten there ' yay more detencion for me." he thought to him self with a litle evil smile on his face

Remy was pleased to finally hear a coherent answer from one of her students as Belle once again spoke up, this time making the correct guess. Although Care of Magical Creatures had been her best subject in school – requiring no magic and all – Remy likely would not have been able to provide the answer to the very question she was now asking, but she did not show her students the same patience she would have wanted. Empathy and patience were definitely not Remy’s strongest virtues. In fact, she would probably have a difficult time listing any “virtues” she possessed.

“Very good,” Remy replied to Belle, nodding approvingly, “The creatures which are the subject of today’s class are indeed Billywigs. That was a very astute observation that you made, Miss- I’m not sure I caught your last name,” Remy added, using this as a way to find out if Belle belonged to any of the more powerful families in the Hogwarts community. Without surnames, it would be difficult to trace lineage and therefore know who would be most useful to her.

The subjects in the container now revealed, Remy stepped toward the boxes and pulled the black sheet off of them. One of the crates, contained tiny buzzing insects called Billywigs, which flew with helicopter-like propellers at the top of their heads. They were buzzing endlessly in circles, visible through the clear plexiglass. Occasionally, one of them would break formation and fly in another direction, but it was eventually coerced into rejoining its brethren.

The other crate, however, contained no creatures, but rather a series of supplies. The contents of this box were likely to get more strange looks than the Billywigs themselves because it contained not one magical item. Instead, it was a box of muggle tools and some different types of food, which she would explain momentarily, but first she wanted to see what they made of the second crate.

Pulling out a fishing pole and a small net, Remy held them up for the class and smirked to herself, knowing this was probably far from the lessons they had had in the past. But Remy had her reasons, both personal and professional, for engineering this lesson the way she had.

“Perhaps your late classmate wouldn’t mind identifying these things for me,” Remy stated clearly and looking right at a certain student, not having missed for a moment the boy sneaking into the back of the pack of students. She had been late more than a few times in her years at Hogwarts and knew all the tricks students tried to get away with it, so he wasn’t about to get past her, “And an introduction with your answer, please,” Remy added with a sickeningly sweet smile to show the boy just how onto his games she was. She would not jump to detention right away; no, those types of punishments were for the crotchety old teachers who were stuck in their ways. Remy knew from experience that students rarely learned much of anything from detention - she never had. Instead, she had a few other ideas up her sleeve about what sort of disciplinary action was necessary for students who came late to her class, but first she would await his answer.

"a fishing Pole and a Net," Luke said surpised the teacher had seen him sneek in "and im Luke." He said his name quietly wondering what they would be doing "Your going to let those things loss arn't you? so we can like ceatch them? with like Muggle items?"

Belle had waited until Luke had given his answer before turning her attention back to Remy. "I am Belle Fey-um Potter I mean."

She was still getting used to the teachers calling her Ms. Potter instead of Miss. Fey. She had to remind herself sometimes like now that she was married to Andrian now. She had kept the Fey part to her name, but here at school she was addressed by her married name and she would get used to it sooner or later.

“Very good,” Remy responded to Luke’s answer, avoiding the temptation to be patronizing about it. It was not entirely impressive that the boy should be able to identify the muggle items, but she had to remember that in the wizarding world this was not so simple a question. While Remy had grown up on a farm with more mechanical tools than magical trinkets, she knew that this would not be the case for the students in her class. At the boy’s guess, the smile on Remy’s face changed to a smirk, her preferred form of facial expression.

“Well it seems your wit is faster than your journey to class,” Remy quipped, nodding approvingly at the boy. Although his lateness marked him as someone who lacked motivation, his attention and ability to extrapolate information quickly marked him as someone to watch. Remy made mental note of the boy’s name for a later report to Sandra before turning to Belle, who had spoken after Luke.

The way she had tripped on her name could mean only one thing: that it had changed recently. A change in name really only came about for one reason – a change in marital status, either that of your parents or you yourself – and at Belle’s age, Remy thought she was safe in the assumption that the marriage had been hers. Remy herself found the concept of marriage to be a ridiculous one, all the work for nearly no reward, but she did understand why some women would choose the kind of financial and personal security an advantageous marriage might provide. The fact that Belle’s surname had changed to Potter meant that she was also a student of interest, though only to Remy this time and likely not to Sandra.

Funny how she forgot she was married now, but it will be a few years before her husband conveniently “forgets” that he is married, Remy thought to herself, the smirk on her face now for a different reason, but they wouldn’t know that, And perhaps I can be the one to help him “forget”…

But these were thoughts for another time, a time when there were not so many students awaiting the start of a lesson. So instead, Remy brought herself back to the present, replaced the smirk with a smile, and stepped back in the conversation to what Luke had so easily predicted.

“As your classmate correctly guessed,” Remy said, her eyes darting from student to student, “the practical portion of today’s lesson involves the practical application of something you may not be familiar with: you ability to care for creatures without the use of magic. I know how much you all love your wands, and I will admit they are a handy tool, but I find that many students depend on them far too much, which is why we will be abandoning that line of thinking for today’s class.”

“I will be asking you all to find a partner and give you a few minutes to look through the box of supplies I brought. In it, you will find several muggle tools with varying degrees of appropriateness for the task I am asking you to complete. Once everyone has had a chance to do this, I will release the Billywigs. The team which collects the most Billywigs without the use of magic will be declared the winners. As your classmate stated earlier, the sting of a Billywig causes euphoria and giddiness. If you are stung by a Billywig during the course of this task, both you and your partner will have to stop participating at that point, not only because it is a rule of the game, but also because you will likely be giggling too hard to be of much use anyway,” Remy finished with a slight smile.

“Well, find a partner!” she said to indicate her instructions were finished, gesturing that the students should turn to their neighbors and pick someone. This was another test Remy was using to determine alliances between the students, which might be useful information to pass on to Sandra later on.

Mariana raised an eyebrow at the giggling effect of the Billywig which seemed to her more like an impossible mission then anything else. As Remy told them to pair up Mariana turned to Belle without much of thinking. After all she was her foster sister in law in dispite of how much of a weird that had in it. "Well Belle what do you think? Just like good old times on last DADA class huh?" she asked as she packed her wand back into her pocket knowing she won't need it for this phase of class.