Braxton Ward
Merlin Student
Junior, Hall Monitor, JV Chaser
Does anybody here know how to chop block?
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Post by Braxton Ward on Jan 28, 2007 15:08:07 GMT -5
“Crap!”
Braxton Ward leapt up like his seat had been electrified when the chair began to move. The well-known ‘sorcerer’s apprentice’ routine was never a favorite of his, leastways when he was one of the props in the procession. A whole array of other stimuli, such as kicks in the rear-end, twisting his arm, having his ear pulled, or the classic slap to the head were by far preferable to the machinations of a wand to force him about. He was hopping a bit as he got out of the chair, and when he stopped there was a demented anger in his eyes, the combination of having been first demeaned at wand point and embarrassed in his one-word response.
Ward made no further comment, and took no further action. But he stood in his place in the back corner of the class. At that moment he was set in a foolhardy resolution to stand in the back. From his backpack he took a class notebook and a pen and held them loosely at his side. He’d had the notebook for a few years and used a grand total of six pages. Oddly enough, standing made him a better student-or at least a better listener, as he copied down, floo.
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Dawn Binns
Teacher
Magical History Teacher
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Post by Dawn Binns on Jan 28, 2007 15:41:55 GMT -5
Crap!
"Braxton language please."
Dawn wasn't yet used to floo powder travel and was a bit shakey. Again there was more dust on her dress so she wiped it off. After a few more words and a list of dates writen on the blackboard. She then noticed Braxton had stood up out of his chair Dawn pondered. Odd boy..
"Braxton sit down please." She pointed at his seat.
"Has anybody used floo powder before? A show of hands please." this reminded her of when her uncle would give her pop quizes. Yes she was the only one there to put her hand up but still.
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Post by Victoria Leto on Jan 28, 2007 15:46:39 GMT -5
Tori looked up when she saw someone sit down next to her out of the corner of her eye. Not just someone, a rather cute someone. Even thought they were no longer together, she still thought Sean was cute. She, personally, found nothing wrong with that. Before she spoke, she turned to see if the teacher had noticed Sean enter. Lucky for him, she didn't, and her and Zeek still had to talk to her had the end of class. She smiled at his question, then shook her head. Her Summers were rather boring. It consisted of her sitting in her room, and counting down the days till SWIM. "Nope...sadly." Tori said, "I'm sure you met a few girls over the Summer." When she said few she meant at least 20. She knew how Sean was.
Tori was distracted for a moment when the teacher suddenly appeared at the front of the classroom. She couldn't help but wear a weird expression on her face. This was because she thought that this Binns lady was a complete fool. Did she really think they didn't know anything about floo powder? She made her expression go back to normal, and placed her pencil beside her notebook. She looked down at her paper surprised with how many hearts she had drawn in a short period of time. That clearly showed she was bored.
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Braxton Ward
Merlin Student
Junior, Hall Monitor, JV Chaser
Does anybody here know how to chop block?
Posts: 231
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Post by Braxton Ward on Jan 28, 2007 18:35:41 GMT -5
In a plethora of situations, not giving up was a praiseworthy trait. Effort, spirit, stick-to-it-iveness, the never say die attitude and all that. At the same time the modern world often required only of its members that they know when to call it quits, throw in the towel, sit down and shut up. As a young man, Ward was still getting the hang of quitting, and decided to keep it up with Miss Binns. When she asked him to take his seat, he dropped down on the floor and sat cross legged. He propped his elbow on his knee and then rested his chin in his hand. Still he said nothing, and didn’t raise his hand to her question.
In his notebook he jotted down, social contract: you don’t move me around with a wand, I don’t put you in a headlock and drag you around by your hair... He tapped his pen against the paper a few times, then settled on drawing poor caricatures of prominent political figures.
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Dawn Binns
Teacher
Magical History Teacher
Posts: 180
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Post by Dawn Binns on Jan 29, 2007 11:27:16 GMT -5
Dawn began to lose her patience but didn't show a single sign of it. Instead she decided to persuade Braxton to get off the floor. Again she used some magic. She didn't use it that often but when she did she found it fun.
"Very well Braxton..." she raised a hand. As she did this the wingardium leviosa charm began to work on his book. She tried her best to make it float all the way over to her table.
"Lets see what notes you have. Shall we?"
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Sean Ferris
Cliodne Student
Junior, JV Chaser, Varsity
Smile and Love It.
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Post by Sean Ferris on Jan 30, 2007 2:40:27 GMT -5
"I'm sure you met a few girls over the Summer."
Sean's lips twisted into a smirk. In truth, he had only had one summer fling, a plastic faced peroxide blond named Bambi or Barbie... Maybe Britney. Something with a B. It had been a week long thing when he went to LA with his mother and Stepfather. Other then that, he spent his entire 2 months of vacation helping around the ranch. But he wasn't going to admit that he had accomplished so little in his summer. So he shrugged nonchalantly, "A few here and there... Nothing spectacular..." He inflected the last part to make the fact that it most certainly was spectacular clear.
Just then the teacher reappeared at the front of the room causing Sean to jump a little at her sudden reappearance. Watching her interaction with Braxton, Sean couldn't help but grin. Served him right, he never did know how to keep his foot out of his mouth. But as she swept up the notebook, Sean felt a wash of pity. He figured that Braxton couldn't have written anything nice in that book, and with his luck, Binns would get him banned from Quidditch. And as much as Sean hated the guy at times, he couldn't imagine being forced to give up quidditch. Noting the strange topic on the board, Sean raised his hand, waving it in the air, hoping to distract the teacher.
"Mrs. Binns! Mrs. Binns!..." He paused for a brief second before continuing. ".... I'm sorry, but there couldn't possibly be 1,000 ways of transportation... In fact, I doubt there are more than 10..."
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Dawn Binns
Teacher
Magical History Teacher
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Post by Dawn Binns on Jan 30, 2007 13:09:44 GMT -5
"Mrs. Binns! Mrs. Binns!..."
The book dropped to the floor. And Dawn looked over at the boy waving his arm franticly. "Yes Sean?"
".... I'm sorry, but there couldn't possibly be 1,000 ways of transportation... In fact, I doubt there are more than 10..."
"Ah! There you would be wrong Master Ferris. There are many more than 10, for instance...." yet again Dawn had fallen for the quickly thought plan and had began to drone on about all the modes of transportation she could think of on the spot.
"... then there are the brooms, used for quidditch and in fact by themselves cover over 100 in that number. Then..." she continued.
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Braxton Ward
Merlin Student
Junior, Hall Monitor, JV Chaser
Does anybody here know how to chop block?
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Post by Braxton Ward on Jan 30, 2007 14:49:28 GMT -5
The enigma which dwelt in every one of them was mystifying as always. The students were a year or so away from being adults so why should a professor feel the need to move them around, front or back or whichever? And if the students were mature, why did any of them sit in the back? A truly scurrilous thinker might wonder why the chair had been there in the first place. Casting all thought aside, which was no great undertaking in the classroom, two people had determined to express their own power and were foolishly having a run-to right in the middle of the time which had been appointed to learning about the floo system. When one person tried to settle things for the betterment of everyone involved, they were forced to use deceit rather than honestly explaining to both parties their reprehensible folly.
Ward said nothing and did nothing. When the notebook dropped he didn’t even lean forward to pick it up. The time in which he would’ve taken notes had long passed away. A part of him wished the professor had got a look at it-lord only knows what she would have done with it. It would’ve been hard for her to do any less than he did with it. A lazy thing that might have been a smirk settled onto his face, but the whole thing drooped uncertainly so that it could’ve just been the effect of his hand pushing against his face. Broomsticks.
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Dawn Binns
Teacher
Magical History Teacher
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Post by Dawn Binns on Jan 30, 2007 15:14:35 GMT -5
".. so yes Master Ferris there are more than 10." Dawn sighed. There was a sudden silence. Dawn had completely forgoton the whole situation. She was quite perplexed for a momment untill she saw a book resting in the middle of the isle on the floor. "Oh!" Dawn began to walk over to the book. ooc: feel free to stop her unless you want her to read it and crack and nearly hit someone?
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Zeek Lafayette
Agrippa
Junior, Hall Monitor
"It is better to be alone than in ill company."
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Post by Zeek Lafayette on Jan 30, 2007 18:09:41 GMT -5
Having grabbed his bag quickly from the floor as the table and chair he took refuge at were moved about through obligation, he held his tongue and sat his bag on the top of the table, not responding to Leto. He wasn't trying to be rude on purpose, but there just as well wasn't anything to say, he thought. Though as he listened to the professor shuffle about and seem to talk to herself, he remained unresponsive even as she returned to the front of the room.
"Mrs. Binns! Mrs. Binns!.... I'm sorry, but there couldn't possibly be 1,000 ways of transportation... In fact, I doubt there are more than 10..."
"... then there are the brooms, used for quidditch and in fact by themselves cover over 100 in that number. Then.."
Leaning against his desk and resting his head on his newly folded arms, he listened to Ferris' repent as an attempt at saving Ward's hide. It didn't occur to him, in actuality, that he was about to agree with his rival, though he went on to speak in response to the teacher. "Actually Professor, the broomstick is just one mode of transport in the wizarding world. Different brands wouldn't apply, and just as well-" Zeek pointed down at the large books in front of the two girls as he was most unfortunately close enough to now read the titles on the front. "- with how aged those books are, I doubt many brands of broomsticks could even be used in it's text as examples since most brands are rather new."
If he wasn't so annoyed with the situation, he may have been more quiet and composed like his usual self, but he was at least able to keep his normal, expressionless face. Hell, if she got mad enough to kick him out, he'd be rather glad to spend that class time in the Dean's office instead. "That is, if you really think that each different type of broomstick counts as a different method of transport."
Though he'd seemed to spout off enough, he lifted up a hand to count off visually to emphasize the point to the professor as he continued, "So that would be what? Broomstick is one mode, then Floo Powder, enchanted carpets, enchanted cars, apparition.." Stopping with the five fingers up, he thought for a moment, supposing another student would chime in. "I know I'm forgetting something.." All in all, that had to have been the most he'd ever spoken in one sitting, and anyone else in the room would be the only ones to witness that, as well as him in agreement with someone like Ferris.
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Dawn Binns
Teacher
Magical History Teacher
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Post by Dawn Binns on Feb 6, 2007 14:27:39 GMT -5
"Mrs. Binns! Mrs. Binns!.... I'm sorry, but there couldn't possibly be 1,000 ways of transportation... In fact, I doubt there are more than 10, then there are the brooms, used for quidditch and in fact by themselves cover over 100 in that number. Then.."
Completely overwhelmed that a Junior, of all people, took insterest in her class Dawn took a few steps back and clutched onto her desk. "Well.." With no chance to react the junior, showing no will power, continued.
"Actually Professor, the broomstick is just one mode of transport in the wizarding world. Different brands wouldn't apply, and just as well with how aged those books are, I doubt many brands of broomsticks could even be used in it's text as examples since most brands are rather new."
This began to get past interest the child was now lecturing her on something she exelled in! She tried her best to answer but he continued to speak.
"That is, if you really think that each different type of broomstick counts as a different method of transport. So that would be what? Broomstick is one mode, then Floo Powder, enchanted carpets, enchanted cars, apparition.. I know I'm forgetting something"
Dawn slammed her hand down on her table and snarled. "That's quite enough!" she said this through a crocked smile. She stepped forward once. "Do you honestly think i don't.." she stopped.
"Excuse me one momment." Dawn walked out the room AGAIN slamming the door behind her.
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Post by Victoria Leto on Feb 6, 2007 19:55:57 GMT -5
Tori wasn't completely sure what happened in that classroom. From the looks of it, Sean had partly helped out Braxton. This wouldn't have been odd if were just two normal boys, but they were quidditch rivals which made it very odd. Next, Zeek had actually spoken to a teacher. Up to that point it made sense, but after that she was completely lost. Everyone had a point in them, which if it was reached they well...exploded. Not that every didn't know that Binns was crazy already,but Binns had just proved that she was insane. Insane with a capital 'I'. She didn't quite figure out why Binns got mad, but that really didn't matter. After the door was slammed, she looked around the room for someone to say something. It would be a perfect moment for her to shout out 'Run!' to everyone, but that would have made her look as crazy as Binns.
Tori stopped looking around the room, and looked at Sean giving him a confused look. "Well....someone clearly has lost it." Tori said so only Sean could hear her. She got her hopes up thinking that Binns wouldn't come back into the classroom, and all of them could just relax. She wouldn't be gaining or loosing anything if Binns didn't come back. Binns lesson was pointless, just like her class, and just by sitting there without the professor wouldn't do anything for her either. She pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, and looked at the door where Binns left from. She was actually expecting her to come back in with more of those large books that the two girls in front had. Boy, wouldn't that be fun...
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Sean Ferris
Cliodne Student
Junior, JV Chaser, Varsity
Smile and Love It.
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Post by Sean Ferris on Feb 6, 2007 22:21:22 GMT -5
(( Dawn, you already responded to mine... watch out for that.))
Sean couldn't believe it! Zeek.... Ezekiel freaking Lafayette was agreeing with him... Him?! It seemed so surreal that Sean snapped his mouth shut and just stared blankly at the scenario. Him helping Braxton wasn't a big deal. Frankly, they hadn't been rivals that long, and no one really wanted to see Binns freak out even if it was on the resident super-jock. Sean certainly didn't, neurotic people scared him. But Zeek helping him was like... like... like a Death Eater cuddling and singing to a muggle child. It was wrong on so many levels.
And apparently Binns felt the same way, because her reaction was one of thinly veiled rage. Though Sean felt that the anger was a bit misdirected, as Zeek had made a pretty valid point. You couldn't consider every model of broom a mode of transportation. If you divided cars up like that, you would have so many modes of transportation to count that it would be pointless to even have different companies. And that would cause all sorts of issues.
Sighing, Sean sunk in his seat as Binns stormed out and slammed the door. Someone needed to help that woman. Like serious help. Psycho analyst and all that crap. He just stared at the ceiling for a moment, waiting for the teacher to reappear and be dragging the Dean or someone to punish them for just asking a simple question. But maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing. Surely the Dean wasn't stupid enough to think there was 1,000 types of magical transportation, and maybe she would realize what a nut job miss Binns was.
"Well....someone clearly has lost it."
Sean glanced over at the voice that was too low to be directed to anyone but him. Seeing the pretty face of Tori looking confused at him, Sean grinned. Leaning over he said in a mock stage whisper "Can't lose what you never had..." before making the universal 'crazy' symbol by circling his ear with his forefinger and whistling. Chuckling, he leaned back in his seat. "I wonder if she is off to get the Dean... that should at least make the class more interesting..."
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Dawn Binns
Teacher
Magical History Teacher
Posts: 180
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Post by Dawn Binns on Feb 7, 2007 13:55:54 GMT -5
ooc: Tori don't give me ideas.
ic: Suddenly a huge book and a sheet of parchment slammed/appeared in front of everyone on their tables. They were big and dusty like the other two. Then seconds later a note began to write itself on the board.
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Braxton Ward
Merlin Student
Junior, Hall Monitor, JV Chaser
Does anybody here know how to chop block?
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Post by Braxton Ward on Feb 7, 2007 21:24:35 GMT -5
“Of all the silly... nonsense... garbage.” Ward got up from the spot where he’d been sitting like a troublesome child and grabbed his hovering notebook out of the air. Whether he was oblivious that Lafayette and Ferris had tried to do for him, or whether he was a fat-headed jerk was a indistinct. As with most cases it was probably a combination of the two. Looking at the new seating arrangement he picked what was the new furthest seat from the front. A homework assignment was something straightforward and immediate, and Ward pulled out his textbook and began scanning through the writing. At the least it held his attention better.
In minor increments the student slowly scratched out notes about the subject as he read through the material. Occasionally he looked about to see if his peers had deigned to perform the assignment, and looked back to see if Miss Binns was poking her head in through the floo as she’d just done before. He asked aloud to no one in particular, “you figure she’s done for the day, or you think she’ll actually be back?”
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Sean Ferris
Cliodne Student
Junior, JV Chaser, Varsity
Smile and Love It.
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Post by Sean Ferris on Feb 8, 2007 17:18:38 GMT -5
Sean jumped when the empty desk in front of him exploded with dust as a large ancient looking tome suddenly appeared. Coughing, he wave some of the dust away. As if their own humongous history books weren't big enough, this one had to be twice the size! And one look at the scribbled comments on the board told him that it only got worse.
Sluggishly, he pulled out some parchment and a nearly featherless quill (he hated the fluffy ones) and started to write the questions down. They weren't exceedingly difficult ones, but Braxton's muttering was correct, it was ridiculous. She listed a thousand and then only asked for three. What was with that?
Sean had just started on the 4th question when he heard Braxton commenting about the teacher. Sean snorted slightly, turning toward the taller boy. "Why... You wanna set up a prank or something?" He chuckled, a devious look in his eye. He didn't care for Ward and knew that Ward felt the same about him, but he would have no qualms ganging up with him to fight the bigger menace. Enemies of my enemies are my friends... something like that.
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