Basic Class One

Remy was pleasantly surprised to find that it was Frank who responded to her question about ghouls, forming a shockingly coherent answer for someone who had been stumbling on every other word not even a minute before. Apparently he was much better with facts than with females. She smiled at his comment about ghouls being like sisters or dogs. Remy had never had siblings, so she wasn’t familiar with the annoyance a brother or sister might provide, but she was familiar with the feeling itself. Many, many things annoyed Remy, but she was usually putting on some façade that prevented her from showing her annoyance.

“Good,” Remy complimented of Frank’s answer. It hadn’t been overly technical, but it was correct. Remy did not expect a dictionary definition from her students, but rather a working knowledge. She herself had never been the brains of the classroom operation when she was a student, so she could hardly expect that from those who were in her class now. Besides, if she were overly critical it would be more difficult to entrench herself in the student population and find out the answers Sandra wanted.

Looking away from Frank as he distracted himself with a stone between his feet, Remy looked to the other two boys, posing another question.

“With that in mind, can anyone tell me about specific types of ghouls you may have read about or, perchance, encountered?” she asked, smiling sweetly, sickening herself with the effort of being so pleasant. It was much easier to merely snap directions about what she wanted, but real life didn’t work that way. People didn’t want to be told what to do, and thus she needed to make people believe it was their idea to begin with. It was the way she got what she wanted, at least most of the time.

amanda was late for the first time and she was alitle embarrsed about it but she found her way to the front of the group of the class to make it seem like she had been there the whole time even thougth she had no idea what was going on but she would ceatch on soon enoguh

alexander walked had over sleep and was late to class. he kindof hid in the back and his hair was amess along with his uniform not the way it normaly looked when he was awake.

Care of Magical Creatures. Gross. Adelyn's least favorite class, by far. It required you to be outside, getting gross and sweaty in those dreadful Hogwarts uniforms. And you were expected to deal with animals of species other than accepted household pets, most of which ought not to be dealt with- or perhaps, just not in Adelyn's opinion. To make matters worse, the young Slytherin didn't wake up on time this morning, throwing her off track for the rest of the day. Despite being five minutes late already for COMC and not wanting points to be deducted from her house, Adelyn still didn't rush. Messing up her hair just to go play with animals? Not worth it.

Adelyn approached the class, feeling a little relieved to see only a couple of students already there. And only one other Slytherin? She groaned. This was going to be a long class. Pale green eyes scanned the group for the professor, landing on a taller dark-haired woman. She was young; Adelyn almost mistook her for a student. Oh damn... What was her name again? They introduced her after the Sorting Ceremony. As if on cue, Adelyn heard the professor say "my name is Remy" with her nearing distance. She strolled into the group casually, stopping once she reached its edge, and offered a small apologetic smile. "Sorry I'm late, Remy." Merlin, it was weird not to call her Professor. "There was an unnecessarily large cluster of first years mingling right in the Great doorway." Well, this was somewhat true. There had been one first year stalling on the steps just outside the Great Doors, who was in Adelyn's way... and had been swiftly shoved aside.

"I'm Adelyn Nott," she introduced proudly with a small hint of a smirk, just as her parents had taught her. It was a known name, after all. Surely the professor would recognize it. And Adelyn was certain she had heard before that Remy was a Slytherin. But then, most Slytherins Adelyn knew weren't too fond of COMC... so perhaps she hadn't? Curious, she looked Remy over. Yep, Slytherin, had to be. She just had that air about her.

Adelyn shifted her weight. It was just a bit too warm outside for her comfort. Delicate fingers pulled at the silver and green tie hugging her sweltering neck, swiveling it around and tugging it loose. Salazar, why did this have to be outside? Trying to distract herself, she listened into the conversation, realizing that the class discussion had already begun. She focused her attention on what the profes.. er, on what Remy was saying. "... can anyone tell me about specific types of ghouls you may have read about or, perchance, encountered?" Adelyn cocked her head, thinking. "My grandmother had one in her attic a few years ago. She said it took her months to find it because it shape-shifted. She called it a, Chameleon Ghoul, maybe?"

Abbey rushed out onto the grounds. Just as she was thinking maybe she wasn't late, Abbey saw that Professor Duval had already started the class. She could hear voices answering questions. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, almost certain that she would get points deducted from her house. 'Oh well,' she thought. 'At least I'm showing up'.

Abbey walked over to area where the class was being held. "I'm so sorry I'm late Professor!" she said. "I completely overslept!"

Remy was unsurprised as she posed her question to see a few stragglers coming across the lawn to the gamekeeper’s hut, one at a time. Their expressions ranged from embarrassed to tired to smug, the third of which was surprising, but only momentarily until the girl introduced herself. The first two had made no effort to introduce themselves, but they could in no way be fooled into thinking that their late arrival had gone unnoticed – Remy’s eyes fell heavily on them and she smirked in their direction before allowing her attention to be diverted by the smug girl who chose to speak up.

The girl was from Slytherin, evidenced by her robes, but the attire wasn’t altogether necessary for that deductive process. She was late, full of herself, and full of excuses. Her appearance was impeccable, not a hair out of place, and she carried herself as though someone had told her she was very important. All of this would have been enough, but the last name was what really put the nail in the coffin. A family name, to be sure, and she bore a striking resemblance to her father, who had taken a liking to Remy immediately – who wouldn’t with a wife like Pansy? – and the… arrangement Remy had with him had proven quite useful in forming early alliances with the Death Eaters. Having processed all of this in a matter of seconds, Remy returned the girl’s smirk as she completed her inspection of the girl, watching another student come dashing over the grass to take her place in the class, looking far more winded than Miss Nott.

“I’m glad you all could join us,” Remy said in an overly-pleasant way, intentional in her choice of tone to suggest that she had noticed their lateness but was letting it go, “Miss Nott, thank you for the introduction, and for your contribution to the class. As to the rest of you, introductions would be appreciated, starting with mine, I am sure: I am the new Care of Magical Creatures Professor, as you’ve probably deduced, and you may call me Remy.”

It was slightly disappointing that most of the new arrivals were female, taking away some of Remy’s ability to completely control the situation. Women were more difficult to have power over than men, mostly because they did not respond to the same stimuli. Also, they threw a wrench in Remy’s usual interactions with men, because they had a tendency to judge her methods. But that would be no problem for now, as Remy pushed her disappointment to the back of her mind and quickly adjusted her plan of attack to suit the new situation. Remy was a chameleon, both out of necessity and choice, and it had served her well.

“As to your answer, Adelyn,” Remy said, returning her attention to the brunette with an god-complex, intentionally giving the girl the attention she wanted. People who were self-important liked to feel that others knew their worth as well, and with all the powerful men in Remy’s repertoire, she was well practiced in the act of showering with attention, “You have brought us to the subject of today’s lesson. Chameleon Ghouls, as you suggested, are shape-shifting creatures that disguise themselves as everyday objects.”

“There is a very specific way of detecting chameleon ghouls,” Remy continued, addressing the class as a whole now, “and that is by examining closely their appearance. Chameleon ghouls only shift themselves into perfect items, that is there are no visible deformations. A chair with no wear or tear, a suit of armor without a single smudge or nick. These often appear out of place in the environment which surrounds them because that level of perfection can rarely be attained in common objects.”

“If you suspect there is a chameleon ghoul disguising itself, there is a simple spell which will force it to show itself. The incantation is ostendo mihi with a sharp jabbing motion in the direction of the suspected ghoul. This spell will force the ghoul back into its native state, at which point you can dispose of it by employing the simple spell Diffindo.”

“Now, if there are no questions on that,” Remy said, looking to the faces of her students for evidence of inquiry, “I will ask you all to find a partner for today’s task.”

Amanda cheeks turend red from embarssement when ms. Devaul had noticed she was late then went over to her brother once she finished talking. "umm im amanda wood," She said kindof quietly in the proffsors direction.

Adelyn smiled respectively and nodded to Remy, who had thanked her for her introduction. "Of course," she purred. Remy clearly understood Adelyn's need to feel important the basic need of mutual respect between two people- especially teacher and student- and she was petting Adelyn's "belly" of attention. Despite Adelyn's dislike for this class, she could already tell she was really going to like this professor. Perhaps Care of Magical Creatures this year wasn't going to be so bad.

People often believed that Adelyn was rather dim-witted, especially for having someone as intelligent as Theodore Nott for a father, and relied entirely on her looks and family to gain respect... and that outraged her. No, she wasn't winning any Nobel Prizes, but she was far from dumb. For the past year, she had been speaking up during classes In attempts to clear this allegation, though not enough to ruin her apathetic Slytherin cool. And now, as Remy amended her of her efforts and acknowledged her correct answer, Adelyn smirked again, face glowing with pride. She soaked it up to its fullest extent until Remy carried on with the class. She then listened and made mental notes- she wasn't about to be the first to pull out her notebook.

"I will ask you all to find a partner for today’s task." Sighing quietly, Adelyn glanced around the cluster of students. Her eyes landed immediately on Elijah Krum, standing across the group from her. She tilted her head and threw him one of her softer smirks. Eyebrows raised questioningly, she needn't say anything for him to understand her offer.

Abbey felt a tiny bit of embarrassment for arrriving late, but didn't try to let it bother her. Instead, she listened to the new professor's instructions on today's task. Just then, she asked everyone to team up in partners. Abbey looked around the lawn to see if anyone she knew was there. Having arrived early, she hadn't been able to get a glimpse of who was there and who wasn't. "Anybody wanna be my partner?" she questioned aloud, putting on her biggest smile to seem warm and friendly to those around her.

The spiral staircase was a distance from the dungeon to the bridge of the castle. Hafiz knew he was late but he still need to go to the restroom and it will take quite of his time for the class. After finishing his business in the restroom and splash a bit of water on his face and neck, he rush with a thousand steps to the ground. As he arrived to the ground, he saw that the class had already started. He go straight to the professor and apolagies to her. Sry I am late professor as he gave her a warm smile and get back to the rest of the student.