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Post by effie teagan wilde on Jul 11, 2012 17:40:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border: #222222 1px solid; background-color: #ffffff;background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/pinstripe.png);] Cathedral, where you cannot breathe, No need to pray, no need to speak Effie was pacing. Her shoulders were slightly hunched and she was moving back and forth, back and forth. She couldn’t help but feel entirely too awkward. How had that ridiculous Professor Rein gotten her into this mess? He wasn’t exactly a charming and convincing type. No, he was quite the opposite. He seemed cold and distant and as if he thrived on the pain of others. That was probably why he’d chosen the job as physician at the school.
Originally, it was supposed to be him teaching this course. It was always the school nurse and then someone of the opposite gender who ran the fifth year sexual education course. Professor Rein had come to Effie and asked her if she could offer some perspective on the subject. He promised he’d be teaching the core of the class and she’d really just be there to make the females in the room feel a little more comfortable. But then, this morning, she’d received a note as she’d taken her breakfast by the window in her sleeping quarters. The note said that Professor Rein had taken leave in the night and requested Professor Valter to teach in his place. Professor Philip Valter.
Philip and Effie had been flirting for weeks. They had a blatant and honest chemistry that only ever went interrupted when a certain Thomas Barnes so fit to do so. Effie often got the feeling that they were both vying for her attention. But she only really wanted Philip. The problem was, they hadn’t progressed to that point of intimacy yet. Meaning, this entire little teaching operation could jeopardize what they’ve formed of their relationship so far.
This was her reason for pacing. But she needed to stop. She needed to take a deep breath and act like she was completely okay with this mix up. So, she cracked the knuckles in her fingers from stress and sat herself down in the chair behind the empty teacher’s desk in classroom eleven. Students would be arriving soon. Philip would be arriving soon. She needed to keep her cool. |
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Post by malyss audrienne shacklebolt on Jul 11, 2012 20:38:25 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-top: #34005e 10px solid; border-bottom: #34005e 10px solid; background-color: #222222; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/sfwbb7.jpg);] Hey I heard you were a wild one Malyss loved to be early. It was one of her specialties. In the case of the sex education course required through Hogwarts, Mal made an effort to show up a whole ten minutes in advance. She thought this was much too funny to miss out on. Something in her was very mischievous and wanted to watch others squirm in their seat a little. She wasn’t vindictive like some people were, but she enjoyed a laugh.
Upon entering the classroom, she’d caught their school librarian looking very intense and very stressed out. Mal offered her a quick wave, a mere waggle of her fingers, and a bright, brilliant smile. Malyss had the best smiles. She offered them over like small gifts. She used and abused her smiles in many different ways. Today, it was just for fun.
She took a seat in the center of the room and tugged out a few bright red notebooks and a well-worn out quill. She pulled out a bottle of magically changing rainbow ink. She also grabbed an absurdly large textbook on anatomy and set it out on the front of her table. There were two empty seats left at her table and she couldn’t wait to see who would share the fun with her. |
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Post by harper jane selwyn on Jul 11, 2012 20:45:36 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,500] Harper couldn’t believe this crap. She hated sex ed courses. She was always used as the example of the skank. It wasn’t a flattering feeling. Sure, she’d slept with a few guys, it didn’t mean she was some kind of villain in a story. Try telling her teachers that though.
She had no intention of heading to classroom eleven early, until she spotted Malyss wandering down the corridor. Then, a wicked little grin took over and she wandered into the room early. She quickly snagged the spot directly behind Mal and whispered in her friend’s ear, ”I’ll be providing hilarious commentary for the duration of this course.” Miss Wilde looked at the two of them like they were ripping pages from her precious library books and Harper just smiled a toothy grin, waving slightly at their teacher.
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Post by professor philip valter on Jul 18, 2012 20:14:58 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] IT'S IN THE STARS, DARLING | | [atrb=width,240] Hogwarts has a history, a great one, with one blemish on its record: sexual education for fifth years. Philip had sat in on the course a few times in the past, since there always had to be a professor for each gender present, but he still wasn’t comfortable with it. He wasn’t a prude, nor was he the most traditional professor in the school, but he felt strange as he walked towards classroom eleven. Maybe it was the age group. They were either burning red or giggling incessantly, or worse, FAR TOO interested in the subject. Philip didn’t deal with physical things, he taught Astronomy after all, and he already had a hard time dealing with crushing, young girls, and after these courses he felt their gazing eyes even more. It was like, now they could imagine it in detail. The thought gave him a shiver as he turned into the classroom.
Effie was there, he had found out just that morning that he’d be co-teaching this course and then that she’d be the female professor. The worry that this stress would ruin his chances with her overwhelmed the worry he usually felt over the giggling girls. He was walking on egg-shells today, and hadn’t even had any time to prepare. His charming smiles and endearing comments could win him more of her favor, or it could destroy their flirtatious relationship. He hadn’t had time to read her properly. Was she a strong feminist, was she traditional. If he made an off hand comment about waiting until marriage, would she be flattered, or turned off? Philip took a breath and decided that he’d just have to go with the flow.
Astronomy professors rarely “went with the flow” because the future shone in the stars years in advance. He was out of his game, and always afraid that Effie was playing far out of his league. Today’s class would certainly be a major play. But above all of his worries, there was Effie’s. She hadn’t had to experience this before, and Philip knew how crazy it could get. He crossed over to stand next to her, and with a gentle voice whispered into her ear, he did what he could to calm her. ”They’re only fifth years, and most of them are too embarrassed to make our lives any more stressful.” |
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Post by patrick mitchell bones on Jul 19, 2012 16:28:21 GMT -5
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[/style] For Patrick, this day couldn’t get any worse. Forget about the mishap in the boys locker room earlier, after he had spilled flobberworm digestive material all down his front and had to shower when the Slytherin quidditch team was. And forget about skipping breakfast because he woke up late and had to dash quickly to History of Magic only to find out he’d left his quill and ink in the dormitory and it was “surprise exam” day. And forget about having to do prefect duty tonight while Amelia was on Head Girl rounds, because they were always the worst. “Make sure you do it right Patty!” “Don’t mess around on duty Patty!” “Is that a smile on your face Patty?” None of it could be worse than what awaited him in classroom eleven. Sex Ed and Mal Shacklebolt.
He had been crushing on Malyss now for a couple hard weeks. She was funny and cute and all rolled up into one amazing ball of fun. Gryffindors tended to be that way, and lately he’d been feeling sorry for himself as she pranced off to the seventh floor after dinner and he gloomily went back to his badger hole. He tried to get a few laughs in here, and there. He used to be the funny guy in class. But he got his prefect badge and she started taking his place. It was all he could think about to know if she even noticed him; quiet, kind Patrick with his shiny prefect badge. Maybe it was the badge that turned her off, maybe she thought she couldn’t have fun with him or he’d throw her in detention. For whatever reason, Patrick was feeling bitter, cast down, and nervous beyond believe to be spending the next two hours learning about choice anatomy and seeing her giggling face the whole time.
The class room was mostly empty. The librarian and Professor Valter waited anxiously for more students, Patrick thought only half as anxiously as himself. Because the only students there were Harper, guaranteed to give him a hard time, and his one and only Mal. He slid into a chair near the back as quietly as he could. He was going to do his best to sit this through unnoticed. That’s what the Bones’ did best…right?
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Post by xenophilius ralph lovegood on Jul 21, 2012 15:43:33 GMT -5
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[STYLE=float: left; padding-top: 10px;] [STYLE=background: url(http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i365/prismaticjill/xenobw.png); width: 48px; height: 100px; float: right; margin-top: -103px; margin-left: 4px;] [/style][/style][/STYLE][STYLE=background-color: #fff; width: 360px; padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #494949; border-right: 5px solid #333; text-align: justify; padding-top: 0px;]Xeno bounded down from the Ravenclaw tower on his way to classroom eleven. He jumped two or three steps at a time, often misjudged the distance and slid another four beyond on his heels. His satchel flopped behind him, it was mostly an empty bag (one quill full of ink and one sheet of paper) and it caught the air as he whizzed past. The portraits always commented on his speed. Slow down, young man! was the most common utterance. Usually followed by Bloody children these days. Students are not as respectable as they used to be when I was alive! But sometimes, on the staircase between the sixth and fifth floor, third from the ceiling above the seventh stair, if he was awake, one portrait would cheer. Getting faster Edward, that’s a good lad! Xeno didn’t bother to explain that “Edward” had left the school years ago, he liked the new identity.
It took him precisely one minute and twenty-three seconds to reach his destination, and he waltzed in – with a turn on his heels and a quick step-ball-change tap number – with a calm demeanor and ready blue eyes. Three students and two professors dotted about the classroom, barely changing the atmospheric condition with their breathing. He liked it when classrooms were stuffy as it usually signaled more people to watch…though sometimes it only signaled an infestation of billywigs. At least small numbers made it easier on the professors, as Xeno was sure they were afraid of the very students they went into this profession to control. The librarian was certainly out of place at the head of a class and it was generally known that Professor Valter made women more hot and bothered when he tried to console them.
Xeno dropped his satchel down on a table in the front left corner, but changed his mind quickly. There was time yet before the class started and Xeno had yet to do anything particularly unusual today; he was afraid that reputation was slipping. He sidled up to the librarian and coughed quietly as if to say ”Pardon me, may I receive your attention for a moment?” And then he leaped right into what would probably be the hardest question she’d get all day. ”Is this class still required if one would chose not to identify with any of the forms of human sexuality?” His voice was oddly high pitched, almost as if he hadn’t hit puberty yet or rather that he was trying too hard to pull off innocent. For all Effie would know, maybe it was just the sound of the voice of a boy who really did choose not to participate in normal sexual changes.
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