Charms Class 2

On the board reads this -

Report to your group circle

GROUP 1 - Aidan Willson vs. Aden Lautrec vs. Fion ap Howell
GROUP 2 - Amelia Macmillan vs. Alexander Jones vs Talon Marlowe
GROUP 3 - Aubrey Terrance Greyback vs Candy Jones vs Brian Sullivan
GROUP 4 - Cliff Jordan vs. Cerelia Avery vs Destrey Ashcroft
GROUP 5 - Daedalus d'Eath vs Damitrius d'Eath vs Damien d'Eath
GROUP 6 - Ellie Burgess vs Gian Lorenzo Sanguini vs Scott Bagman
GROUP 7 - Theodora P. Crewe vs Shylock Ashcroft vs Catalina Malcolm
GROUP 8 - Katarina Rookwood vs Kiara Lawrence vs Serge Hunter
GROUP 9 - Michael Byrne vs Naomi Higurashi vs Risé Lehmberg

The room has been expanded and there are a number of circles that have been chalked onto the ground, each with a number in it. In the circle, there are no chairs, no instructions, but the students find once they step inside the confines of the circle, they cannot step out- Students that try to step into a circle that is not their own, sprout wings that fly them to their appropriate circle. As the time approached for the bell to ring, script appears on the board.

You'd best become acquainted with your circle.

OOC : If I have forgotten your character, shoot me a PM. If you end up being the only one to attend in your circle, I'll also move you. Please- interact! Milo's not in the classroom. If you are late, it won't be fun!

(Err...Andrew Thompson is graduated xD)

Running quickly to the classroom, Aden felt a little silly to be worried about being late to his class. Sure, he had missed the first class, yet he had an excuse from the other professors. He was safe for now, but he really didn't want to leave a bad first impression with his Charms instructor, after all, Charms was one of his favorite things ever! Aden opened the door calmly, him trying on different faces for him to use as he walked on. No, that was seemed too eager. That face would land him as a teacher's pet, but he still needed to make friends. The other face he made would just make him look like a full fledged idiot. The last face was just right, a warm smile that revealed a little dimple on the side of his cheek. Oh wait, would that make him just look weird? He toned it back a bit to just a regular smile and walked in.

He liked the class, his scans wandering around the room for a couple of seconds before realizing the professor had no been in the class. How peculiar was that? He walked around the room for a second or two, feeling a little worried that he had come to the wrong class at the wrong time. "Uhh, hello?" he chriped, looking under desks and tables. No one. He turned around and that's when he noticed that there was a single board. He read the group names and realized that he was placed within group one! How exciting! Apparently, the circles in the room would signal which group he was in, so he decided to test it out.

He stepped carefully into one of the circles, realizing that nothing happened. He wondered if there was a correct one he needed to step into, possibly something would happen if he chose the correct one in time. He then tried to move out of the circle, but some invisible force stopped him. He stood there, puzzled and tried to push his way out of this mysterious circle. Well, he would definitely look like a street performer, that was for sure. He gave up though after exhausting most of his energy his little body could handle, and sat down with a slight thump to the ground. Great, his first class and he already messed things up.

Alex stood on top of Hogwarts, literally on top, he had tried to do parkour all the way up to the castle, and he had managed it. Then he thought, how was he going to get down. Ah, right, leap of faith. He thought, and jumped off the building, flying down, like Ezio and Altair in the Assassins Creed games, then realized, [color:ccf1=yellow}THIS DOESN'T WORK IN REAL LIFE! Then pointed his wand out as he fell. "ACCIO FIREBOLT!" And few seconds later his firebolt appeared, as Alex flew safely to the ground, and realized he was still in casual clothing, and class started in a few minutes.

He took off running over to his common room, seeing a couple of kids who were awake during the morning. He ran, and took off his clothes, putting on his Hufflepuff robes, then looking at himself in the mirror, he didn't stink, nor looked bad. Then looked at the clock, he had two minutes to get to class. He grabbed his books, and walked over to the class. Looking as the same professor that had been there last time wasn't there anymore. He shrugged, and looked at the groups on the board. Then at the other kid. "Hey, dude, I think we're supposed to get in our groups. Then maybe he'll come in a bit." He told the guy there.

Aden sat quietly in his circle for a bit, startled to see someone else come into the class. He seemed to be an older kid, probably in his fifth year or something. Before Aden could say anything though, the kid's theory making sense to him. "Oh," he said, moving his arm to his head to scratch it "that makes sense. For a minute, I thought I had messed up on something." It didn't scare him much that he was trapped for the meanwhile, just rather confused and startled. What if he had to go to the bathroom or something and the teacher never showed up? Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, he thought to himself, trying to reach the inner peace inside him.

"So, I'm Aden," he said calmly, figuring that he had a couple minutes to make small talk with this new person "First year Gryffindor!" He paused for a moment "If you couldn't already tell. I guess my small size and robes make up for that." He peered down at his robes, noticing the several crimson badges he had to reveal that he was a Gryffindor member. "What's your name, strange person?" he asked, a smile appearing on his face. Meeting new people was a thing that happened every day to Aden, but he always managed to have some sort of peppy response or clever interjection to make things more interesting.

Naomi walked into charms class and looked up at the front of the room. The professor wasn't there but on the board groups of names were listed, and told the student to report to a circular. Squinting her eyes she found her name next to Michael Byrne and Risé Lehmberg. She had been placed with one younger student and one older student neither one from her house. She sighed and the furthest circle she found drawn on the floor. She sighed again and sat in the middle of the space crossing her legs in front of her and placed her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands waiting for the rest of her group. "Where are they?" she wondered aloud wishing that she had been placed with her sister instead, at least her sister would show up on time.

Robes swished in the halls. Ellies walked at a steady pace to her charms class. Her eyes roved the walls and sometimes the doors. Her book hugged against her chest, she hopped that this time she might be able to read. Finding the appropriate door, she entered the room. To her surprise everything was changed. Letting out a soft groan of protest, she lowered her head. Her hair tapped against the book, What are we doing today. her thought rang out in her head.

Reluctant to read the board she raised only her eyes to look. What she saw was even more of a surprise, all she saw was a list of groups and names who were in them. She stepped a few more feet in the room so she didn't block the door. What ARE we doing? Ellie's mind was screaming at her. Her eyes were wide, her mouth was partly agap. Instead of making herself look like a fool she walked around.

Spotting the circles had numbers, she guessed that they corresponded with the group numbers. Finding her groups circle, she stepped into it. The book was tightly clung in her arms, she didnt know what to do with it at that point. When she tried to set it down outside of the circle, she couldnt get her hands to pass. Ellie sighed and stood so she could bounce on her hip.

Already bored of waiting, she paced inside the circle only to stop of boredom. Ellie leaned against the barrier, grabbed a strand of her hair and twirled it around

Mike shuffled quickly into the room, bag slung over his right shoulder, looking around the area. A small sigh of relief left his throat as he realized the professor wasn't there, and pushing the door open the rest of the way, he noticed something even more deterring than if a professor was absent or not. Not paying attention to anyone in the room, he approached one of them, dragging his right foot along the edge of one. There was a number printed in the middle of each, and wondering what in the name of Merlin was going on, his blue-green eyes shot towards the board.

Group 9, Michael Byrne vs. Naomi Higurashi vs. Rise Lehmberg... he read out loud, and felt his throat tighten around a gulp. Not cool, not cool. The part that worried him was the smallest word on there; versus. That small verb spelled out nothing but trouble for it could only mean a fight or competition. Sighing, Mike's head dropped down towards his chest, like his chin was trying to make contact with his heart.

Shuffling around, defeated in soul and appearance, he finally found the proper circle and stepped in, taking notice of the older girl in there. Hello, you must be Naomi. Guess we're partners or enemies in whatever this is. At the words "whatever this is", Michael's right hand outstretched and pointed at the circle, following the curved line with one finger.

Joy, another day of Charms class. He wasn't even being sarcastic with that thought, he was being absolutely sincere. Talon had entered into the Charms classroom, his normal attire on, but surprisingly, what appeared to be an anticipated look. He had no idea why he loved Charms so much, but he enjoyed the fact that he could manipulate things with magic. That was besides the point though, right now, he was just glad to be back.

The first thing he noticed though was the fact Milo was nowhere to be seen in the class. That was strange, especially since there were circles in the room. He had to have been here at some point or another, where was he now? The only true clue he got was the board at the front, the writing similar to Milos. He apparently had set the class up into groups, that sounded interesting. Perhaps they would be dueling each other, yet in the back of his mind, he knew that was unlikely. This was Charms, not Defense Against the Dark Arts. Would've been a nice gesture either way. The board read that he was in Group 2, with an Amelia and Alexander. Alexander? That name sounded familiar.

He turned around and began to walk around the walk, checking each number that was written in the circle. After a minute of searching for the correct one, he jumped into the rather odd circle that was labeled '2'. So what happens now? he thought to himself do we sprout wings and fly?

Fionn stepped into the charms classroom for the very first time. After all, nothing terrible had happened in transfiguration. In fact, it had been pretty boring for a class about magic. Let's face it, magic was magic, but Fionn had seen the remake of Avatar when they brought it out in surround 3D. Although, some of those flying scenes had made him want to puke.

There were... people? Older people, mostly. Well, he was just a first year. And there was one other guy from his year, in his house. Fionn grimaced. All the other first years he'd met so far were so chirpy.

The classroom wasn't set up like a normal class, nor like any of the other rooms he'd seen at Hogwarts.

"Um, are there delegated seats?" he asked, completely missing the writing on the board. "I missed the first lesson."

She admitted that the last Charms class had been fun even if she'd wanted to disappear during most of it because her brother was there. He wasn't all that bad as a professor though, so she could deal with it, as long as he didn't try to put her on the spot about anything. Which she realized with him would probably happened, she groaned softly as she shook the thought out of her head.

When she entered the classroom she saw that there were some students already there but Milo was nowhere to be found. She tilted her head to the side as she noticed circles drawn on the floor ... that was new. She looked at the board and read through the groups that had been listed there, once she found her name she froze. She was in a group with Daedalus and ... Damien? She swallowed hard and and sighed. Why did she have to get stuck with her brother and cousin now. Milo probably did it on purpose.

"Damn." she muttered softly as she headed for the circle that had a 5 written on it. She assumed that was where she needed to go since she was in group 5. Damitrius wasn't sure about going in it though, so she stood beside it and looked at the number written there. There had to be some kind of catch to going in it ... whatever it was she didn't want to find out until the other two got there.