Second Alchemy Class Basic 1-5

Headmaster Vincent Majere sat at his desk in the Alchemy classroom, waiting for the students to arrive.

Miseria grinned again as she entered the large classroom. Last time she and Vincent got fastly... in quite normal act. They didn't even bother each other (actually only Vincent her) with stupid comments. And as she saw that she was the first one who entered there, she had to raise her eyebrows in a surprise. "Good morning, professor Majere," she said quietly, and sat down on her usual place. His class was the only where she sat on the last row.

Andrew had never seen this man before, but his Gryffindor housemates said this was the head of the school. Andrew was hoping that he was just like all the other grownup men he'd ever met in his short lifetime. Big and dumb. But when he went into the classroom and saw this guy, he instantly reassessed the situation. This guy was big--well, big in comparison to Andrew's little size--but Andrew saw, for the first time in his life, someone that he knew instantly was not dumb. Far from it. He had no idea how to react to a guy that was both big and smart--really, really smart. He had never had a "magical" experience in his life that he knew of,, but he could actually see the magic radiating off of this man. LIke waves of color. It intimidated him completely. Big and dumb meant Andrew got the crap beat out of him. So what did big and smart mean? Longer beatings? He had no clue. Okay, so today was not going to be the day he would ask him if he could bring his frog to Hogwarts. The only mission Andrew had for today was to survive the class without this guy figuring out he scared the crap out of Andrew. And Andrew as NEVER scared. Ever. Of anything. But this teacher--there was something about him that was very, very different.

Today, all he hoped for was that this man had not been smart enough to see his name on the class roster, nor read his file, nor put two together about how he had gotten to Hogwarts in the first place and then, with a little grace perhaps not kick him out on his ear.

So he took about 3 seconds to find the most remote corner of the classroom, muttered an intimidated "Good morning," to the man, and slunk off to try to slip back into the comfort of what darkness might hide him from him. He took out his text book, his paper and pen, and tried to not look up at the man. So, maybe all that stuff his father said about Andrew being a squib--well, it was usually a line of profanities ended by the term "squib"--maybe that had not been true after all. Maybe there was some magic in Andrew after all. He felt highly confused. LIke he had seen something he did not have permission to view. And if this professor had not liked being, well, violated, even if it had been completely unintentional, then Andrew's time in his class might be seriously limited.

"Good day Headmaster," James said, his voice even as he entered the room. He had a stiff posture as he took each step to his seat- a calm, eery confidence seemed to loom around him. In truth, Alchemy was probably the only class that interested James. It helped to be trained in the art for nine years, but that was Eastern Alchemy. Western was different- it was focused more an ether than actual transformation of matter. He clenched his faux fist, feeling the dreaded feeling of loneliness that often mocked him. He was never one to give into his emotions, but he was also never a student to begin with. He liked to study, yes. But participation was a mere formality that bored the boy to no extent. Teachers were trained to facilitate education- most of James' teachers interfered with his daily life. Headmaster Majere was one such example.

He was no real fan of the Headmaster, but being a part of the Imperium Squad meant that his duty was to answer to the man. For now. The alchemist was not as ambitious as to openly defy the Headmaster. He had plans alright. Big, glorious plans. But James planned for little. He was focused on deposing this "king" by gaining his trust. But for now, James pushed such thoughts aside. He was also smart. Smart enough to know better than to consider such actions before they were due. For now, he was doing his job.

"Morning class," Vincent said calmly, not looking up from the papers to see who had entered. he could tell though, that not many had arrived yet. "Just wait a minute for the rest to get here."

[*sends Mass PM*]

A quiet voice said: "Mornin', professor." That was Alex, who entered the classroom. She sat a row ahead of Miseria.
The little blond was pretty... nervous. She hadn't met this professor before, so no classes with him too. She needed to know his style of teaching, if she wanted to study well. But she already saw that this professor will not be like prof. Wilson or someone. Professor Wilson was quiet cool, though he had creepy glasses and he kept giving her nicknames like Zodiac and Sir Michael. Professor Majere certainly wasn't a man who gives you nicknames. He was serious. And finally, he was Headmaster.
Nah. Alex wasn't pretty nervous. She was ... very nervous.

Keith checked his watch to make sure he wasn't late, only to remember for the third time this week that it didn't tell the time. He shook his head and walked into class, flipping his silver spotted bronze knut from last class in his hand. "Morning professor." He casually took the seat behind James, all the better to copy off him if Majere decided to throw a pop quiz on him.

Abbey trotted into the classroom, hoping she wasn't late. Other people seemed to be jsut arriving also, so she knew she couldn't be too late. "Morning Professor." Abbey mumbled before taking a random seat in the middle of the classroom.

"Morning sir," Bane said as he entered the class room. One glance showed him that a good portion of his classmates were already there. Quietly, and without acknowledging the rest of his classmates, Bane took the desk in the front, closest to the door. Normally Bane would take a seat towards the back, but he enjoyed Alchemy, it was... interesting.

Derek skipped down the stairs jumping here and there down more then one stair so he would get on class on time. It was annoying to be late considering how this classroom was close to his common room. He blew in the classroom like a wind stopping to catch his breath. "Hello Professor Majere sorry i am late.." he murmered before he sat down in the front.