Basic Class One

OOC : Yes, Abby.

Aurora looked at the professor as though she wated to use her as an example. "M..May i wait until someone else has gone? I would like to observe first to be ready for anything that could come up.."

Remy’s warning seemed to make the young Gryffindor girl rethink her decision to be the class scapegoat, which was unsurprising. For all their supposed bravery, most Gryffindor students were the same as all the rest: scared, unsure children pretending to be more mature and worldly than they really were. They were still fighting hormones, emotional swings, and their parents for the right to stay awake past 11:00; it came as no shock that they weren’t exactly the best at facing life’s challenges.

Not that Remy believed in making excuses for ones shortcomings. No, she was the type of person that believed in working around the things that had the potential to hold you back, or finding someone else to get rid of those things for you. But the raven-haired professor was a realist through and through, and she knew fear when she saw it.

That’s probably the first bright idea she’s had all day… Remy thought to herself about the girl’s retraction of her earlier offer to go first, but she did no convey these thoughts to the girl, but instead smiled reassuringly, though it sickened her to do so.

“Of course you can. That is, if some of your classmates are willing to take your place. If not, I may have to take you up on your offer,” Remy said, keeping her voice nurturing, though the woman was about as far from the nurturing type as you could get without eating your young.

“So who would like the pleasure of relieving Miss Nye of her obligation to go first?” Remy asked the class as a whole, scanning from student to student, “Don’t be shy, now.”

I don’t bite… hard.

OOC: Okay, wanted to make sure!

Abbey nodded and walked over to the boy. "Hey." she said. "I'm not sure if we've met before, my name's Abbey." she said, introducing herself. "Are you sure what we're supposed to do, because I'm not!" she asked, laughing lightly.

Lily was late. Yep, really, really late. 'What a way to make an impression Lils!' Her mind lectured her in a very Ginny Potter like manner as she literally bounced her way to class, her hair frizzing in every direction as she hauled her bag over her shoulder in a lazy manner. Care of Magical creatures was far from her best subject, which was a tad depressing because having a good reputation might have helped considering the fact she was mega late for undisclosed reasons.

Lily stumbled her way to the group and up to the Professor wearing a breathless expression. "So sorry Professor I'm late, it's a long story which seriously, is one you probably wouldn't want to hear." Lily said in a truthful manner. No one would probably believe why she was late, which was why she hadn't explained so. She knew that she was going to get in trouble, but the excuse involved a really long story that would probably infurtiate the Professor more than she already seemed to be.

[OOC: Whoops, I missed posting in this.]

Amanda looked at alexander giveing him the look that they should go first to help auroa but she still kindof had the tired bored expression in her eyes

"uhh i think my sister would like us to go first." alexander Yawned "am i right amanda? or am i to tired to tell your looks apart?"

Aurora didnt want amanda to go first. "I guess im fine with being first..." she stood there silently for quite a while

As the straggling students began to pair themselves off, Remy saw a frizzy haired redhead come strolling – or rather, stumbling – over to where the rest of the students were standing. She looked winded, which was surprising because Remy had been watching her approach for a good minute before she was actually within speaking distance, but without knowing who this student was, she couldn’t bank of being able to treat her badly upon arrival. Sandra had chosen Remy for this job because she was good with people – chameleons often were.

“You can save it for after class,” Remy said to the lithe girl, a balance between forgiveness for her lateness and a warning that this was not the last she would hear of it. Keeping the girl after class would give Remy the opportunity to talk with a student privately, which could mean insider information, especially if this girl was not just your garden variety student, “For now, find yourself a partner. He or she can explain to you what has been covered thus far.”

As Remy turned away from the redheaded girl, one of the other students spoke up. It was another student who had been late in arriving, but then again, those students now outnumbered those that had managed to arrive on time. When Remy had been a student, she definitely would have fallen into the former category, but these students didn’t know that. That was the beauty of this whole teaching position: no one knew anything about her at Hogwarts. Just the right amount of time had passed that no one remembered her, but she was still young enough to seem accessible to the students.

“You’ve missed your chance, Miss Nye,” Remy said in response to the little brunette thing that couldn’t seem to make up her mind, “Indecision is not a quality which will get you very much of anywhere in life.” The advice may have been harsh, but if there was one thing Remy disliked – and there were many more than one – it was people who didn’t know what they wanted. Floundering never got you what you wanted; the people who knew exactly where they were headed got there the fastest.

“As for the team of Mr. and Miss Wood, if you feel you are prepared to take on the challenge, please do step forward and enter the maze. If you need help, just send red sparks into the air and I or one of your classmates will come to help you. You should not, however, be in any immediate danger. Chameleon ghouls can be intimidating and noisy, but they aren’t particularly fearsome.”