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Post by .Scotchy. on Sept 1, 2007 16:23:10 GMT -6
This was the day that Amanda has been waiting for, or dreading for, whichever you'd like to call it. She had never taught anything in her life, unless you count little family issues that she had to take care of when she was younger. And now, she was teaching students that last year were her fellow classmates. She could do it, she set up lessons already and researched in more detail what she was planning on doing. She, probably, got really annoying to brig, since everytime she made a move in her class she went to her to make sure it was ok. It was probably just the fact that she wasn't sure exactly what she was doing.
At this moment, instead of worrying about her class, and what she was going to do, she was busy trying to get dressed and feed two wailing twins at the same time before Pinky came. She was trying to tie up a silk, deep purple, short-sleeved blouce, as she gave the twins their bottles. They reluctantly took them, and then tossed them at her shirt, she dodged and now had her buttons all disorientated. She sighed, grabbed her wand, dressed her shirt up, and floated the bottles towards the twins. The two, now excited by the floating bottles, took them eagerly.
Amanda slipped back to her room, got into her black skirt that stopped at her knees. She slipped on stockings that made her long legs, look even nicer then they truly were, and black high heels were slipped on her feet. She took one more glance at herself in the mirror, and tweaked her red hair some. Once she felt that she was presentable, and looked 'teacher' like , she nodded at herself and went back towards the twins. "You two be good for Pinky, ok?"
They only gargled, but she took it as a 'yes', smiled, and kissed both of their foreheads. Pinky walked in, and grinned from ear to ear, she loved the twins. And she was the only one to see the true side of them, sweet little angels. For some reason, others, liked to run away at site after they had babysat them. "I am here miss! Not to worry! I will take good care of them!"
Amanda smiled, and went out into the classroom, closing the door behind her. She looked at the not filled classes, and she swore she felt her stomach jult up some. Why did it seem so scarey? She decided to ignore her nerves and just do what she had to do. She was more or less doing this for the twins. She glanced around and knew she had forgotten something, looked at her desk and then saw what it was. Two little table name tags with the names "Malcom" and "Ike" were sitting there. She grinned, took them and placed the name tags on two desks right in front of her desk and the chalk board. She knew them, and she was sure that she was going to keep a close watch on the two.
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Post by Stockmon on Sept 1, 2007 21:45:11 GMT -6
Jessie tugged at her robes, she'd always hated wearing anything that didn't directly involve jeans, formal dinners had be a problem. She nearly started laughing when she remembered the conversation she'd had with her father that day. It had gone something like this,
"Jessa, why aren't you dressed"?"
"I am."
"You're wearing jean's and a blouse."
"Yeah."
"This is a formal dinner, with my boss."
"And?"
"You have to wear a dress."
"I hate dresses."
"Deal with it. Jared it going to be there."
"Jared? Why?"
"I figured he could get you to dress up."
"This isn't fair!"
"And?" At that he'd smirked, she had absolutely thrown a fit when he smirked. She remembered calling him a terrible manipulative father, asking her uncle to use magic to get her into a dress. He had laughed and told he she had better change unless she wanted Jared involved. She had not been amused, not at all.
Now she was wearing a black robe, with the customary Hufflepuff yellow. She would have to survive, she wore this everyday, stripping it off as soon as she got back to her room at night, in favor of something with pant legs. She should probably blame her Uncle Chris and cousin Zach for that, it was their fault. She knew she was going to be early, but she didn't care, the first years in her common room were giving her a headache, and she wanted to watch the students flow into class.
Once Jessie reached the door she knocked and began to inch the door open, unsure of who might be inside. When she saw her professor, Amanda, the teacher only three years Jessie's elder, it made her smile. She had no problem being in her class, after growing up with Zach, who was only seventeen, but she figured someone might.
"Hello, professor." Jessie said, opening the door a bit wider. She waited to be invited in, feeling a bit more uneasy by the moment. Maybe she shouldn't have come so early, but oh well, it was done.
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Post by purrfection on Sept 1, 2007 23:31:23 GMT -6
Singing was fun. Ike Barringer thought singing was fun, anyway. If he hadn't thought so, one might conclude that it probably wasn't fun at all. Ike did everything on the basis of whether or not it was enjoyable to him; to Ike, cornering random kids in the halls and belting out verses of 'Who Let the Dogs Out?' was good, clean fun.
The truth was, no matter how much good fun it was, it was hardly clean. To transition into why it wasn't clean, it is important to realize that Ike's irregularly small and confused brain always found endlessly unique ways in which to solve daily problems. He had woken up that morning, which was normal. He had brushed his teeth, which was normal. He had kicked his dog, which was very normal. He had moon-walked down from his dormatory and into the Gryffindor common room to mingle with the ladies in his house, also very normal. After that, he'd imaginary-hop-scotched back to his dormatory and put on some clothes to cover his formerly-naked body. Really quite normal. But then... then, right as he was putting on his My Little Pony boxer shorts, he noticed something. This something was a horrific something, a gasp-worthy something that made Ike gasp with horrific worthiness: His weiner had shrunken.
Did this happen overnight? COULD this happen overnight? Would it happen the next night, too? It can't! It shan't! But it had. It had happened, and now Ike Barringer was stuck with a package that had clearly gone on the penis edition of Atkin's without OK-ing it with him first. Naturally, Ike panicked.
"IT'S BROKEN, IT'S BROKEN!" he hollered, realizing, after yelling it about twenty times, that this was probably not sort of thing to be advertised to the public. No, he had to keep quiet and calm. He had to fix this. He had to eat more vitamin B-13.5... that was the one that worked like Enzyte, right?
Ike reluctantly pulled his boxers all the way up on his waist. He waited for a few seconds, maybe one and half or so, and pulled the boxers down again, just to make sure nothing had gotten any smaller. It hadn't. He went through this a few times before deciding that the best way to solve this problem was to make it appear as far from a problem as possible. Instead of just stuffing the front of his pants with socks and underwear, he would take the opposite route.
Said opposite route, as it turns out, was precisely why the kind of fun Ike was having as he pranced down the hallways (fully-clothed, just to be clear) was far from clean. He had come to the conclusion that leaving his jeans unzipped so that his manly bits bulged out inside his pink boxers and therefore looked like a lot more than they actually were was the best way to convince people that nothing was wrong. Despite the tramautized looks he was getting, he had his plan and he would stick with it.
"WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?" With this poignant question hanging in the air, Ike burst in through the half-open Mythology and Legends Studies classroom door open, pushing past a Beauty and the Beast, Belle-in-the-yellow-dress-who-wasn't-really-in-a-dress-but-Hufflepuff-robes-that-were-also-yellow in the process. When he was a few feet into the room, he thrust his crotch forward for all all the world to see. As it happened, there were only two people watching, but that was alright. True character is what you do when no one's watching. "WOOF, WOOF, WOOF, WOOF, WOOF!" He turned around to the Hufflepuff chick, feeling she was not getting a good look from the back. "Belle!" he said to her, for it seemed a perfectly logical name. "Guess what! Somebody let the dogs out... IN MY PANTS!" He was not in arms reach of the girl, so that meant that she probably couldn't see very well. He pointed to his groin for effect, then jumped back around to the face the front of the room.
Ike did a gangsta dance to Amanda's desk, which Amanda was standing in front of. Ike knew Amanda, so he could call her that. She was looking down at something. Ike looked down, too. The two student desks nearest to him each had sitting atop them a small bit of paper, both with a name. One said 'Malcom', the other 'Ike'.
"HEY!" exclaimed Ike. "THAT PAPER STOLE MY NAME!" He didn't want to be near a name-stealing paper. With some twisted logic that no one would care to understand, Ike swapped the two papers and sat in the desk with the paper that said 'Malcom', positioning himself awkwardly so that his legs were hanging over the part of the desk that was supposed to be used for writing and his neck was pushed at a painful ninety-degree angle against the back of his seat. He moved the paper with 'Malcom' to rest on top of the square of pink cloth showing out of his unzipped jeans and nodded with satisfaction.
It was obvious that this was what Amanda wanted him to do.
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Post by Gin on Sept 2, 2007 16:32:58 GMT -6
Classes classes classes. It was always time for class. Well, it wasn't time for class in the summer when there was no class but now it was time for class. Malcom hated class. But this class would be fun. Amanda was the teacher.
So, Malcom had rolled himself onto the stone floors of the dorm and laid there for a little over 5 minutes until one of the other boys came up and poked him to see if he was dead. The pokee groaned and the poker stepped back before kicking. Malcom screeched in a very girlish way, shouting curses out the door after the chuckling 9th year. Malcom's previously closed eyes flashed open. That's right... He was an 8th year this term. He giggled and sat up against his bed. He decided a dance was in order. Malcom pushed away from the bed to a standing position before starting up with a heart-warming strip tease and horribly off-key version of "Buisness Time." Of course, that song can't get much more off-key.
After his shower and application of his Japanese Blossom lotion on his hairy legs, Malcom Gray pranced down the stairs to make sure the other students could smell his lotion and cologne. When he recieved coughs and sputters from every direction, Malcom smirked and continued out the door where one poor 2nd year coming in passed out.
Malcom was looking forward to this class now. He was an 8th year and he was going to make Amanda realize why she had twins. With this thought in mind, he shoved open the door to the classroom and bent on one knee in the threshold, throwing his hands up over his head complete with Spirit Fingers.
"SUPER STAHHHHH!" He bobbed his head a couple times before actually taking the time to look around the room. There was a little brunette chick, Ike, and Amanda. Ike had some kind of paper over his croch. This interested Dumb. He slowly crawled, on his knees, to where Ike sat at the front of the room. The closer he got, the more he noticed the faint writing on the paper Ike had covered himself in. It wasn't big enough for a blanket nor did it have enough writing for a note. It said Malcom.
"Man, that's so sweet. You named your bits after me." He made a cute 'what in the world is wrong with you' face and whopped Ike on the head. "Don't think I'm naming mine after you, man. We're not that close." In his mind he added a 'Yet.' to the end.
It didn't take him long to notice Amanda standing so close to where he was... well.... whatever he was doing. Malcom turned to face her and rose to his feet, executing a perfectly manuvered fall right on his face at her feet. He raised a thumb from his clenched hand. "It's all good. No body worry about Malcom." When he noticed where he had fallen, his arms shot out and grappled around Amanda's ankles. "Hey, sweet thang, how you doin'?" he asked in his suave yet so rejectable voice.
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Post by Tori on Sept 3, 2007 19:00:41 GMT -6
The death of Dane Tigerthon had been particularly hard on Ruana. She felt connected with him, and now that he was dead, she had no connections, except Elle. Elle was her best friend, but Elle didn't know, really. Elle didn't know how Ruana felt. It wasn't that Elle hadn't asked what was wrong; she had. It was that when she had, Ruana would say things like "I'm fine," or "I've just been so busy lately," or how she was just growing out of her baby fat a little late in life. Ruana wasn't one to confide in people; she kept things bottled up.
If you hadn't seen Ruana in a while and you took a look at this girl today, you would not recognize her one bit. Her newly developed nausea had kept her away from everything but apples and water, and Ruana had lost so much weight she looked like a whole new person. Her lack of sleep has left dark circles under her eyes, which were constantly bloodshot, and her hair was always lazily pulled back. The Head Girl looked nothing like she did before she ended her fourth year at Hogwarts. And now, her fifth year was beginning, and she was a new person.
No longer did she bounce into the classroom, a smile on her face, curvy and warm. No longer did she joke around during class but still be a smart student, knowing the answers, and overdramaticizing a twitch in her chest as a heart attack, falling to the floor and just lying there. No longer did she make random interjections and laugh at her own jokes.
No. Now, Ruana had reduced to silence in the classroom, and she spoke quietly when called upon. Her only smiles wer forced, her only laughs were fake. Rather than faking a heart attack, she'd wish for one just to get out of here. Or her scars would hurt so badly that she'd pass out and have to be sent to the hospital. She'd listen to others talk, she'd give people advice, just like always, but her heart wasn't in it anymore. She only kept herself busy so to distract everyone from her depressed self, from her absence at meals, lying awake, late nights in the library, strolls at midnight, slacking off at Quidditch practices, everything.
Ruana had to be saved from what she'd become, and fast. A few more months like this, and Ruana would be laid next to Dane, someone would be singing at her funeral, like she had at Dane's. Someone would write her eulogy. But at this point, Ruana felt as though nobody would attend her funeral, because only Elle and a few others had made an attempt at getting her problems out in the open. But Ruana was good at hiding it, or so she thought.
Today was Myths and Legends class, and Ruana strode down the hallway, in her old robes, which were now huge on her. The only thing that looked the same about Ruana were her breasts, which had always been large. Everything else about Ruana was different. She hadn't spent a lot of time around people, so they were bound to notice this drastic change. Even Elle hadn't seen much of Ruana, and they were best friends. Ruana always found a way to occupy herself, keep herself away from anything that reminded her of Dane, Muraki, or Malcom. Why were they all men?
So now, as Ruana entered the Myths and Legends classroom, she took a deep breath and walked in. One of the people in the room she didn't know very well. One was an idiot. Another was the professor, and the last was one of the people she'd been deliberately avoiding. Guess who was who. Sighing, Ruana took a seat a bit close to Malcom, but not too close. What would he say when he saw the new her? Why did she care?
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Post by mila2007 on Sept 3, 2007 22:02:34 GMT -6
Word to the classes. Lucas was chipper as he placed his black beret on his head, followed by his chain. Today was Myth and Legends class, and to be honest Lucas was happy about it. He'd been bored over the summer, having nothing to do but listen to his siblings whine about their birthday presents and his mum bitch about how the grass needed trimming, yet no one did it. Pulling on his robes which were blinged out with various buttons and pins, Lucas examined himself in a mirror. His hair was too perfect under the beret. Pulling the foreign hat off, he messed up his hair with one hand sending it all directions with a bored expression on his face. After the hair was unruly enough for his liking, he replaced the hat and walked out of his dormitories. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he started the walk to the classroom, reserving this time to think. Now was the time to go over the yearly checklist that came with each school year. Relationships were clearly marked with a zero. No one particularly tickled his fancy, and he doubted he tickled the fancy of someone else. Activities outside of school were also unmarked, seeing as he doubted Hogwarts would start a band anytime soon. He sensed some chemistry when it came to writing some new poems and songs. A lot had happened while he was away, which sparked the inspiration (some of which was sad) to put the pen to paper. Lucas found himself at the classroom sooner than he had anticipated. He walked in, hands still shoved in his pockets and gave Amanda a smile. He'd heard things about her, but he wasn't going to judge. He would meet her first, then decide. And she looked fine to him. He took a seat in the back, and reclined watching the other students filter in. He was Ruana Sremmos sitting over by that Malcom. Ike was around here somewhere too... "WOOF, WOOF, WOOF, WOOF, WOOF!" Ahhh, there he was. Lucas had made a little riddle that fit Ike in his head. Two legs, two eyes Of which mischief gleams. Two ears that hear lies, But nothing inbetween. This riddle obviously shouted Ike in every shape and form. He possessed two legs and two eyes like most people. And Lucas always say mischief in his eyes. His ears usually heard things that weren't true, which he warped into some crazy tale. And obviously, there was nothing inbetween those ears but emptiness. Lucas smiled good naturedly. It was good to be back in school.
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Post by Clover Asher on Sept 5, 2007 15:39:54 GMT -6
Clover had rushed into the classroom hurriedly, holding her book protectively against her chset. She had come in a little late to her class today as she had just left the Hospital Wing and was still a bit tired.
She was quite anxious for this class to be over so she could go back to bed and sleep for a bit. She just wanted to get her work and go but with a class like this, you just have to sit in it to get the full effect.
She looked around at Ike and Malcolm at the front and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Didn't they understand by now that fooling around was not helping them at all. In fact, if they wanted to get out of the class sooner this would not be helping. She liked though that Amanda seemed to not be afraid of those two and respected that in a teacher. She knew that she probably personally wouldn't be able to handle them.
As she looked around she smiled, not a Slytherin in sight. That was good news because she really didn't feel like being called a half-breed today. She was so tired that she could snap at anyone soon- and Malcom and Ike looked quite tempting at the moment.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Sept 8, 2007 21:33:31 GMT -6
Amanda had her eyes on the clock, it minutes seemed to go by slowly. And each time it got closer to when the school day would start, she got a bit more nervous. How was she going to deal with them? What if they didn't respect her? The thought of being embarrassed completely as a new teacher was starting to hang over her head. She would just have to be firm so they would know what to expect, and how to act around her. It would only be right. Showing them that she is taking this job very seriously, and she expected them to respect that. Her mind was completely in it's own thoughts, that she didn't at first realize there was someone else there.
"Hello, professor."
Amanda's golden eyes rested on a girls head that was peeking in the door. She recognized her as a Hufflepuff, but she couldn't recall her name. She was a new teacher! Give her a break! She has to get to know all her students. And plus, she was a Slytherin, she didn't hang out near that side of the castle. "Oh come in, come-" Something loud just came from the hallway.
"WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?"
And then Ike came bursting through the door, Amanda just stared in disbelief. He didn't have his robes on, and his jeans were unzipped, and well, you can see a bit of his wang. It was completely out of order, and if it wasn't the first day she would have given him a detention right off the bat. He shook his crotch foreward so you saw even more of his goodies, then you truly wanted too.
"WOOF, WOOF, WOOF, WOOF, WOOF!"
"Ike, I suggest you-"
"Belle! Guess what! Somebody let the dogs out... IN MY PANTS!"
He ignored her, and her face turned to a dour expression as he danced towards her. What was he thinking? Apparently nothing. She put her hands on her hips and pointed to the desk with his name tag. But instead of sitting in it, he just went on. "HEY! THAT PAPER STOLE MY NAME!"
"No, it's there for a reason. Sit in the desk Ike. That's your assigned-" Ike wasn't listening to her, instead he was swtiching the signs of the desks, and sitting in Malcom's seat. "Ike-" Ike then placed the Malcom sign on his croctch and sat awkwardly so everyone could see it. The Gryffindor was already making Amanda in a sour mood.
"SUPER STAHHHHH!"
That too familiar voice, made her groan. She was dealing with Ike, now she had to deal with both idiots? She looked over to see Malcom crawling his way to Ike, she was actually slightly amused by this. No one decided to crawl their way in but Malcom. She rolled her eyes, "Ok, enough of the funny-"
"Man, that's so sweet. You named your bits after me. Don't think I'm naming mine after you, man. We're not that close."
The fellow Slytherin made an atempt to get up, but managed to fall down, but this time close to her feet. "Malcom, get up, and sit in a desk." Before she got to say anything more, he had his hands around her ankles and was looking up at her as if he was trying to hit on her. She made a disgusted face and kicked her feet away, then moved to the side.
"Hey, sweet thang, how you doin'?"
"All right, that is it," she snatched the two papers and set them to the original seats. "These seats are permanet. You come to class and seat here every day, in the front, where I can see you. If you change, it without asking me, it's a detention. And do not think I wont give you a detention Malcom because you are in my own house, because I will." Her glare turned to Ike, "Ike Barringer, zip your pants, and get in your seat. Tomorrow come in your school robes, or it is a detention. I am not playing around, you come here and give me respect, and you act properly. Otherwise I wont let any of you to go to Greece for the feild trip."
She looked up to see Ruana sulking in slowly, and sitting a seat away from Malcom, after he finally sat down. "Hello Ru." She smiled sweetly and looked at the other two students coming in. Following Ru, another Hufflepuff came in, he had a black beret on top of his unkempt hair. She had sen him before, and remembered his name as Lucas, but she wasn't sure about him on personalities wise. She didn't know if he was going to give her a hard time at teaching or not. She knew Malcom and Ike were, but the others that were in her class she felt pretty safe with. And then another girl she wasn't too familiar with entered.
"Ok, everyone just sit down, class with start in a minute." She smiled sweetly at them and sat up on her desk, crossing one beautiful leg over the other.
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Ellendie put her robes on after taking a nice warm shower, and drying her hair. She got everything she needed for class, and then did a one last look at herself in the mirror. She stared and bit her lip. She was missing something. But what? She looked down at her dresser and spotted a dragonfly hair clip. She smiled at it, picked it up and slipped into the right side of her hair. So now she looked fine to her, and walked out of the common room.
Her blue eyes were sparkling, she was happy to have things to do, and lately she has had many things to do. She had shopping for school supplies, and designing, sewing, all the works. She realized, that if her mind was being kept busy, she didn't think of Ike, and how much she missed him. So it all works. Busy. No emotions.
She found herself walking next to Dani who had made a slight change. Her hair was down, and combed nicely, and she had a little bit of make-up on, just about the same stuff she used before Dane, and now after Dane. But she wasn't wearing a smile, or looking happy at all, just quiet and a bit tentative. She also walked like she had some knifes jabbing in her feet. "Are you ok?" Elle asked softly and Dani looked at her, nodded, and that was about it.
Elle thought there was a bit improvement, like her getting out of her room, and well actually dressing nicely. For the past few weeks she had been looking completely unkempt. To the point Elle looked opulent compared to her.
The two made it to class, a minute or two before the tone would go off. Elle smiled sweetly at Amanda, and grinned at Ru. Ru was another girl Elle was rather worried about. She was getting skinny, and seemed completely unhappy all the time. Normall Elle knew what to do, and not she just wasn't sure. She made her way around the desks and took a seat next to Ru, "'Ey, zis should be fun, yeah?" she whispered and looked towards the front of the room.
Dani, just too a seat in a far corner of the room to stay a bit hidden from the rest of the people.
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Post by Stockmon on Sept 8, 2007 23:27:59 GMT -6
“Oh come in, come-” Professor Amanda was saying. But of course this was too calm. Oh no, Hogwarts classrooms could not be calm, Jessie was learning this. Her thought was reinforced by the random shout of,
“WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?”
It was Ike. Of course it was Ike. Jessie wiped a hand down her face. Ike. Could he not go three minutes without being stupid? She doubted it. She did not turn around to see him.
“WOOF, WOOF, WOOF, WOOF, WOOF!” He barked. Why was he barking. Jessie turned to look at him as he walked in the room. She turned away the moment she could tell his pants were unzipped. Why on earth were his pants unzipped? Why was he wearing pants and not a robe? Jessie was annoyed. She wished she could be wearing pants, Ike was cheating.
“Ike, I suggest you-” Another attempt at common sense. Amanda had obviously forgotten that with Ike, chaos reined. Jessie rolled her eyes, some had called that her trademark. She had rolled her eyes at that, and then gotten angry, because it had only proved their point.
“” Belle!” Ike said. Belle? Who was Belle? Amanda wasn’t Belle. Was he calling Jessie Belle? Had he lost his mind? She was nothing like Belle? How did anyone, even Ike, connect her to Belle? She was assuming, of course, that he meant Belle from the cartoons, instead of a literal bell. She hoped he was at least using a human name, at this point she wouldn’t put it past him either way. But Belle was prettier than her, and dressed nicer, liked dresses, had long hair, and dated a beast. Jessie hated dresses, wasn’t pretty in her opinion, had very short hair almost all the time, and had never dated. Ike was pushing his lack of sanity, as always. “Guess what!”
Jessie did not want to guess. She shuddered at what “what” might be. She took a step inside the door. Maybe if she could find a seat she could ignore him more aptly.
“Somebody let the dogs out…” He said. Jessie blinked. He uncle had once sang a song with those words in it. She had been mortified by her unle dancing, sober, on his patio, in a leather jump suit, singing… anything. This situation did not seem any better. She soon found out it was worse, "IN MY PANTS!”
In his pants? What on earth?! That was obviously why his pants were unzipped. She did not want to think about it any longer. She was now relieved that he did not even know her name. When they all graduated, she didn’t want him to know her name. If she ran into him on the street someplace, she wanted to be able to say she had never met him before, and have him belief it. Because she would always remember Ike, no matter how much therapy she might seek for the contrary.
Jessie, despite herself, nearly started laughing when Ike started dancing over to Amanda. Amanda did not seem so amused, and Jessie felt sorry for her. If Jessie ever taught, which she never would, she would die if someone like Ike Barringer was in her first class. She gagged at the thought. She saw Amanda point to a desk with some paper on it, then she heard Ike scream,
“HEY! THAT PAPER STOLE MY NAME!”
Jessie rolled her eyes. Apparently he had an assigned seat, no wonder. But to put him close to the front? She understood why a teacher would want to watch a student like Ike, but not how Amanda planned to keep from losing her mind. And then she thought to herself, How did someone come up with something like that? The paper had not stolen his name. He was such a wild student.
“No, it's there for a reason. Sit in the desk Ike. That's your assigned-” Amanda was trying reason again. Jessie shook her head. Poor innocent Amanda. Poor naïve Amanda. Reason and Ike were like Lava and a cup of water. The reason evaporated when it hit Ike. But then he went on the be more idiotic. Jessie sighed, he sat in a posture she didn’t think many people would agree to replicate. Then he put a paper over his unzipped pants. She shook her head, resisting an urge to roll her eyes.
Before Jessie could move toward an open seat she heard the voice of another annoying students say, “SUPER STAHHHHH!” She turned around just in time to see him on one knee, with spirit fingers. This was turning into a circus, and Jessie had front row seats, poor Amanda.
Again Amanda tried to let the chaos settle, “Ok, enough of the funny-”
Another failure on Amanda’s part. Instead of listening, Malcom walked up to the front of the class, took one look at Ike and said,
“ Man, that's so sweet. You named your bits after me. Don't think I'm naming mine after you, man. We're not that close.”
Jessie cringed. They were crude, and stupid. And she had class with them all year? Oh yay. Jessie had to admire Amanda’s determination. At this point Jessie was sure she’d be calling for a firing squad.
To top off the lovely performance, Malcom tripped at Amanda’s feet, then grabbed them.
“Malcom, get up, and sit in a desk.” She said. Jessie felt like clapping. She was going to have to find out what Amanda’s favorite flower was. And give it to her. A woman with this much patience deserved flowers, everyday for the rest of her life.
“Hey, sweet thang, how you doin’?” Malcom asked. Jessie was so happy no one really knew much about her, besides her new friend. She was pretty sure if she was in Amanda’s position, she would have stepped on Malcom’s face. She couldn’t be sure, of course, until it happened. She never wanted to be sure.
“All right, that is it, These seats are permanent. You come to class and seat here every day, in the front, where I can see you. If you change, it without asking me, it's a detention. And do not think I wont give you a detention Malcom because you are in my own house, because I will.” Amanda said sternly. Jessie actually clapped. She was pretty sure no one heard her, but that did not change a thing. No one ever heard her, at least not most of the time.
“ Ike Barringer,” Amanda’s wrath turned to Ike. Jessie was so proud. It was times like these she was glad to be a woman. These times… and anytime she heard the name’s Ike or Malcom, “ zip your pants, and get in your seat. Tomorrow come in your school robes, or it is a detention. I am not playing around, you come here and give me respect,” Jessie respected her a whole lot right about now, and Ike would be normal to do the same. Which was why he probably wouldn’t, “and you act properly. Otherwise I won’t let any of you go to Greece for the field trip.”
Greece? She wanted to go to Greece. Jared used to live in Greece, he always brought her gifts when he came to visit. She smiled. Greece was cool.
Just then Ruana walked in. Jessie’s mouth opened a little when she saw Ruana. Skinny, unkempt. She looked ready to give up on life. Or she already had. Jessie felt sorry for her. She’d been like that since Dane died. It hadn’t affected Jessie, but she felt sorry for those it had affected. Looking around she saw Lucas. She smiled. Lucas was in this class? That would make it better, at least one sane boy would be in attendance. Amanda greeted Ruana but it made no difference.
"Ok, everyone just sit down, class with start in a minute.” Amanda said warmly, sitting on her desk. Jessie quickly took a seat toward the back, and near the door. In case of emergency, or Malcom and Ike being weirdoes, she wanted to be near an exit.
Jessie saw Elle and Dani walk into the room. Dani still looked upset, but better than Ruana at this point. Jessie sighed. Class was going to be interesting. And no one would notice her, not compared to the characters in this class. She smiled, class wouldn’t be all bad after all.
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Post by purrfection on Sept 9, 2007 0:26:57 GMT -6
"SUPER STAHHHHH!"
Ike made an effort to turn to the familiar voice behind him, but it proved more difficult than he'd expected since his head was pretty much stuck in a forward-facing position from the way his body was jammed in his desk. Amanda was saying stuff, none of which had to do with Ike's switching the name tags. He had been so discreet about it, he doubted Monk could pin him for it. Right as Ike's brain was beginning to fabricate an ever-so-tempting daydream in which he was a famous detective with a hot blonde assistant, Malcom crawled into view.
"Man, that's so sweet. You named your bits after me. Don't think I'm naming mine after you, man. We're not that close."
The mention of his bits shoved Ike closer and closer to the median that separated the heaven of truth from the hell of lies. He could not help himself, for he felt that Malcom had directly insulted his testicles. Was it really that obvious that they had shrunken drastically over the course of one evening? He blurted out, "YEAH, SO WHAT IF THEY WENT MINI?!" but Malcom was doing some sort of fancy-schmancy di-doe do-dad and clinging to Amanda's feet to impress her. It was executed so perfectly it almost made Ike want to cry at its elegance and forget that his wang had taken some serious dissin'.
"Hey, sweet thang, how you doin'?"
Instead of applauding his friend or telling him how positively beautiful his 'moves' were, for they were indeed a magnificant work of art, Ike shouted out again, this time, "LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!" He felt entitled to out-do Malcom and he proceeded to do it in the only way he knew how, and with a class full of students entering the room behind him.
Ike rocked back and forth in his desk. While its legs had been planted firmly on the ground before, they were now tipping precariously along with him. Ike was not sure what it was that he was doing or what exactly he was trying to accomplish by doing it. If all went well, he would get a concussion. That was hot, right?
It didn't take much for the chair to tip. The way Ike was sitting in it only sped up the end result, which was basically Ike lying sideways on the ground, the chair (also on its side) laying next to him, both of them having narrowly missed meeting their doom on the desk a few feet away. Feeling as though he had aquired a satisfactory level of physical injury in his fall to pass for a sexy war hero, Ike began to moan and groan about how badly his arm hurt and how he would have to have it chopped off and that it was a good thing his package was so big or else he wouldn't have much else going for him.
It drowned out the first sentence or so of Amanda's voice, to which Ike was soon paying utmost attention and interjecting his personal feelings when necessary. Amanda snatched up both the name tags and put them the way they had been before Ike had entered stealth mode. Damn, she's good, thought Ike as he looked up at her from the ground.
"These seats are permanet. You come to class and seat here every day, in the front, where I can see you."
"I can see you," Ike countered, for he could see her very well from the this vantage point. her legs had a nice tone--she had obviously gone tanning over the summer. If he squinted really hard, he could imagine what it looked like under her skirt.
"If you change, it without asking me, it's a detention. And do not think I wont give you a detention Malcom because you are in my own house, because I will."
"HAHA!" Ike stuck out his tongue at Malcom. "You get detention, you get detention!" he taunted the Slytherin. He stopped suddenly and adopted a serious expression. "I can see your ass."
"Ike Barringer, zip your pants--"
"No," said Ike while Amanda said other stuff.
"--let any of you to go to Greece for the feild trip."
Ike was paying full attention to Amanda again. He was also still sprawled on the ground. Greece, Greece, Greece. He'd heard of the place before, but he wasn't exactly a science whiz, so he probably couldn't find it on a map. "Professor Amanda," said Ike with innocent curiosity, "is Greece that place with the spaghetti and the poodles?" He could hear more students entering the room behind him, so this was really for the benefit of the class.
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Post by Gin on Sept 9, 2007 15:08:03 GMT -6
Malcom's preoccupation with Amanda's legs was cut short when she stepped away. He whined and scooted forward so that his pants were dragged down his body to show the tip of his bright yellow boxers and his butt. Knowing that this was something the entire class would want to see, Malcom shifted a bit and discarded the pants all together.
It was when Amanda started going on about something Malcom didn't care about that he suddenly heard Ike.
"HAHA! You get detention, you get detention! I can see your ass."
"Oh yeah?! Well... I CAN SEE YOUR FACE! AND IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR ARSE!" Malcom stuck out his own tongue at Ike. He made to stand up but caught sight of the little chick sitting close to him. He blinked up at her for a second. "Yo. You've totally got stuff goin' on, babe," he said, holding his hands up to his chest and motioning in a way that would suggest he was talking about the girl's chest. He wasn't paying any attention to the other voices now as his eyes and all focus was on the Head Girl and her 'stuff'. But of course, staring was not nearly as fun as relating a song to it.
"Now Honey, you can't blame her For what her mama gave her It ain't right to hate her For workin' that money-maker."
Malcom was horribly off key and was unconcerned that the song he had chosen was talking about a woman's butt rather than her chest. +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+
If you have ever walked into a room and then forgotten why you were there in the first place, you had no idea how David felt, walking into the classroom at that moment. Malcom was finishing up with "...workin' that money-maker." and Ike was laying on the floor with parts of him laying completly visible on the floor just outside the zipper of his jeans. There were other students who had taken various seats around the room and David was left standing by the door looking out into the room he knew he had to be in. There was a reason for David to be in this place. He had a class, taught by a girl younger than him. He could handle this though he wasn't sure if too many others could.
David strode over to the side of the room and took a seat in the dead center of the room in the back row. He was perfectly happy to just sit back and watch all the goings-ons of the supposed class.
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Post by Tori on Sept 9, 2007 21:54:45 GMT -6
"Hello Ru."Ruana forced a smile at the professor who was only about a year or two older than she. It was odd to be taught by someone who was basically a peer, but Ruana shrugged it off. There were more important things to worry about. Like why Ellendie looked so cheerful, and even Dani looked better than her. Elle sat next to Ru, and Ruana looked at her with a small forced smile. "'Ey, zis should be fun, yeah?"With a simple nod, Ruana began looking around the room, observing what was going on around her. Amanda was threatening both Ike and Malcom, and Ruana sat there, nonchalently yawning and wishing class would start. Maybe then-- "Yo. You've totally got stuff goin' on, babe."Ruana looked up. Malcom was talking to her. He made some wonky breast sign language thing, and Ruana simply looked down at herself. Okay, so she'd have enjoyed this any other day. He didn't seem concerned that she'd changed quite a bit. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it. This hurt Ruana. More than it should have. "Now Honey, you can't blame her For what her mama gave her It ain't right to hate her For workin' that money-maker."Ruana raised an eyebrow. That song was about backsides, not breasts. She thought he might be confused. "I think you might be confused," she said quietly and pulled out her Mythology textbook. Maybe this class would keep her mind off of things. ``````````` Alfred Warhol walked down the corridors warily, checking every corner for Malcom Gray, Ike Barringer, Oliver Spence, or Hope Taylor. Malcom was the most perverted jerk he knew, and Al would give anything to punch him. Ike was the dumbest jerk he knew, and Al would give anything to punch him. Oliver was the biggest jerk he knew, and Al would give anything to punch him. Hope was the biggest slut he knew, and Al would give anything to...well, Al didn't hit girls, so Al would give anything to lecture her about the importance of saving yourself. Years and years of being bullied have shown Al that nobody could be trusted, and nobody was a nice person all the time. Even Al wasn't always an angel. He knew that his temper could use some work. Therefore, Al trusted no one. He was even slow to trust himself. Alfred would redo a paper four times before he trusted that it was good enough. Making sure his uniform was neat and that he had all of his books, Alfred walked into Amanda's class. Being in the top of his class, and having knowledge over four years above his level, Alfred was a bit nervous about this class. Amanda was his age, ifnot younger, and what if he already knew everything she was teaching? What if he didn't learn anything. Oh well, he thought. It would give him time to work on homework from other classes. Deciding to wait and see, Al looked around the room, examining the people he'd spend the year with. To his loathing, Malcom and Ike were already seated--well, kind of--in front. The Head Girl was there, too, so that might not be so bad. He didn't know her, but from what he heard, she was a really nice girl. What was her name? Rachel? No, it was something Persian. Persian for soul, which she had to have. Everyone's name reflected something in their personality. Persian, soul...Ruana. That was it. Ruana Sremmos. Ellendie Flor was there, too. The Ravenclaw Prefect. He smiled. That girl had brains, and she knew how to keep Ike and Malcom in line. Why she was friends with them, Al would never understand. Jessie was also in the room. The only thing he knew about her was her blood. She was half werewolf. Nobody had ever told Al this, but being smart, Al could pick out the signs. For example, she was always ill around full moon time. And then Al saw her, sitting on one side of the room. He felt his heart do a flip or to, and it was all he could do not to smile. Her hair was perfect, for that was all he could see. But he'd know that hair anywhere. It was usually up, but that glossy shine, the dark, rich color, Al knew by heart. And his heart had broken for her the day her boyfriend committed suicide. If there was one thing Al didn't understand, besides Ellendie being friends with such jerks, it was suicide. How could someone's life be so bad as to want to end it? And if it was so bad, the only way to go is up, right? Right? Sighing, Al took a seat neat Dani but far enough away as to not be obvious. In this position, he was diagonally to the right behind her and a few seatsback from Malcom. It was better than sitting in front of Dani, because this way, he wouldn't have to turn around to look at her and be creepy. Pulling out his notebook, Al wrote a few lines. 'Face of angel, hair like silk, But heart as dead as stone. She lost her love, her only friend, And now she's all alone.
Poor Danielle, she the boy, But if she'd only know, My lonesome heart beats only for The girl who loved him so.' Deciding he didn't like that particular poem very much, Al turned back a few pages until he could find the other poem he wanted. You see, Al wrote poetry because he had nothing better to do; no other way of expressing his feelings. This notebook was almost full with poems about Dani, about his loneliness, how he wants to fit in, and how screwed up society is. There are even a few poems about how much he dislikes those who poke fun at and/or beat him up. The particular poem he was looking for was about Dani, like so many of his poems. It was a rather long one, written a few weeks ago. Al sighed and looked up at the back of her head again. Maybe she'd notice him sometime soon. Admin Edit: 2 Galleons given by Purr
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Post by Clover Asher on Sept 23, 2007 21:23:36 GMT -6
"is Greece that place with the spaghetti and the poodles?" Clover felt her eye twitch unintentionally. How could a student even think of that being what Greece was all about. All the story and myth that surrounded Greece and that was all he could say about it.
This irritated her slightly but she didn't say anything. She tapped her feet nervously under her desk though, waiting for the class to actually start. She took out a piece of paper and began doodling a picture of a wolf. She had gotten quite good at drawing them now.
She looked all around nervously as if someone would peer over her shoulders and try to look at the drawing. She didn't know why she was being so secretive about it.
It was as if she thought if someone would look at the drawing that they would guess that she was part wolf but it was merely a drawing. She flung her wand around slightly and accidentally, a small blue spark of snow shot out, directly hitting Ike and Malcom at the back of their heads. Worriedly, she took the wand and hid it in her pocket quickly, hoping no one had seen the spell cast from her wand.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Oct 7, 2007 16:20:19 GMT -6
Amanda's cold golden eyes were staring out at her students. This was not what she had planned at all. Well yes, she planned some trouble from Malcom and Ike, but she at least considered the fact that they might take in the realization that they don't want to make their old fellow student look like she doesn't belong in such a complicated position. It is already hard enough because she is their age, and younger then most teachers, but it didn't mean she shouldn't get that respect the other teachers got. She should be treated like every other teacher, like she was someone of authority. But she saw she wasn't going to get any at all.
Ike flat out told her 'no' and was still laying on the floor, Malcom still out of his seat and goggling at pretty girls. How did she manage to get either of them, let alone, both in the same class? Someone must have made a mistake, because she wouldn't be able to handle these two, not one bit.
She turned her head in the direction, as a new student entered the room, it was David. He was a year older than her and she was sure he was thinking that he couldn't possibly be being taught by a younger person than himself. He had to be seriously thinking that this close was going to be a joke. They all had too, and here Amanda was actually planning on teacher something, but how can she when they all thought it was jst a joke class? Something to pass the time.
She bit her lip, her eyes following David as he sat in the bed, and dead center of the room. Right where he can see all the comotion and then tell the Headmistress how unfit she was to be a teacher. A wave of panic was striking in her, she wasn't normally a person to freak out, but in this case, she was going to. She couldn't lose her job, she had the twins to take care of, hell they were the reason she even got the job. So why should she let a bunch of selfish teenagers ruin her life? Because it was the easy way out, thats why.
She pounded her fist on her desk, defeatedly and jumped off, her heels making a slight clank. "I can't believe this!" she was fuming with anger. "I would think that my own classmates would like to help me out, in a bad situation that I got myself into. No, instead they decide to just ruin it!." She growled loudly, and stormed to her appartment area, slamming the door.
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Ellendie had never been more scared of a teacher at this moment. The anger in Amanda's eyes was clearly visible, and when she slammed her fist on the desk, everyone, well her and Dani, jolted up to attention. Her rant was decent, Ike and Malcom were being obnocsious and stupid. But they always were, and everyone knew that.
Elle stared at her former boyfriend, and more anger towards him was building up. She needed to fix what was happening. Poor Amanda had two kids, and all Malcom and Ike could think about was just getting through the class with not doing anything. It was down right wrong. The motherly type, demanding, young girl stood up from her desk. Her blue eyes averted towards Ru and nudged her a bit. "Come 'elp me weet zis," she whispered softly.
Something had to be done.
"Ike! Get off you ass, and eento ze seat Amanda- I mean Professor Definstine asigned you," she towered over him, her hands on her hips and her eyes piercing. "Zeep up your pants before I do eet myself! And trust me! Im not afraid to snag a beet of skeen een zat zeeper!" She turned towards Malcom her eyes a bit softer, "Malcom seet down, or I weel make sure Professor Dubois gives you a detention for your be'avior."
Taking a deep breath she turned to Dani, who just blinked at her. Dani was not going to get involved in this. Sure she felt bad, but she wasn't in the mood to take charge, but she had the feeling if Malcom or Ike wouldn't listen to Elle, Dani was going to have to do some enforcing. Ellendies eyes looked more to the right side, towards David, and Dani took in a nice breath.
"Daveed, you go try to get 'er out of zere, I'm going to get Professor Dubois," her request was more like a demand that was going to get filled no matter what. "Everyone else, just seat steel." Ellendie walked out of the room, head held high, and marching towards Michaels classroom.
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Post by Stockmon on Oct 8, 2007 21:42:36 GMT -6
“YEAH, SO WHAT IF THEY WENT MINI?!” Ike shouted. What on earth was he talking about? Jessie pondered this for a moment, before shutting her mind off, right as she neared the correct conclusion. She did not want to think about that… Ike was stupid, and she didn’t want to understand what went on in that boys head.
“LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!” Ike bellowed again, making Jessie very glad she was in the back. He began to rock back and forth… taking his desk with him as h toppled to the ground. He, of course, began to whine about the pain he was in, and said something about it needing to be chopped off. Jessie rolled her eyes. She’d met someone who had his arm amputated in a war, it wasn’t fun, nor something to be requested, she rolled her eyes once more for effect.
Ike continued to be stupid, and Jessie began to ignore him. But of course Malcom had to interrupt her daydreaming. “Oh yeah?! Well... I CAN SEE YOUR FACE! AND IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR ARSE!” Jessie wondered momentarily what he was talking about, but she quickly stopped. She didn’t want to know what he was talking about, she wanted to go back to her daydream about them being tarred and feathered. “ Yo. You've totally got stuff goin' on, babe,” What? What on earth? Huh? Jessie looked up, not the best idea she’d had that day, followed closely by walking into the class at all. Malcom was now singing to Ruana, Jessie cringed at the mere sound of it, “ Now Honey, you can't blame her For what her mama gave her It ain't right to hate her For workin' that money-maker."
Just then Jessie noticed David walking in. David… she’d talked to him, she flashed him a quick smile as he took a seat near her. She didn’t expect him to return the gesture, but she felt like being friendly. Or maybe that was just an urge to focus on something other than Malcom and Ike.
It was then that Jessie noticed Alfred. She hadn’t talked to him, big surprise seeing that she’d only really talked to two people in the room, making him the only boy she hadn’t. But he wasn’t missing anything, Jessie propped her chin on her palms, elbows placed firmly on the desk top. Alfred was looking in the direction of Dani. Maybe they were friends, she smiled. Like her and Lucas. Her only friend. Maybe Dani was Alfred’s only friend. But she couldn’t believe that anyone was as friendless as her. That wasn’t the way her mind worked.
But again she was distracted. A snowball hit Malcom and Ike in the backs of their heads. Jessie giggled. But no one else seemed to notice at first. Amanda slammed her fist down onto the desk, causing Jessie to look at her abruptly.
“I can't believe this! I would think that my own classmates would like to help me out, in a bad situation that I got myself into. No, instead they decide to just ruin it!” She snapped.
Jessie felt a shiver run down her spine. Since she wasn’t in social situations like this very often, she wasn’t, and no one should be, used to the teacher shouting at her students. Completely fed up with them. Jessie watched her storm off into another room.
“Ike! Get off you ass, and eento ze seat Amanda- I mean Professor Definstine asigned you, Zeep up your pants before I do eet myself! And trust me! Im not afraid to snag a beet of skeen een zat zeeper!" Elle was snapping at Ike. Jessie cringed, that was not and image she wanted in her head. But now it was there, dancing across her eyelids. She twitched.
"Malcom seet down, or I weel make sure Professor Dubois gives you a detention for your be'avior. Daveed, you go try to get 'er out of zere, Im going to get Professor Dubois, Everyone else, just seat steel.” Elle finished her rant by storming out of the room. Jessie blinked. Sit still? She could do that. She had never had a problem doing that. She sighed, yanking out a scrap of paper from her pocket. She began tapping her quill against the desk.
“I’m empty, wishing, Nothing, never, You don’t know, Not now, or ever,
If rationalization, Was rationalized, When someone, Cried and cried,
Then nothing, never, Could ever, never, Make sense of me, Could set me free…
“Makes no sense…” Jessie groaned. “Stupid Lucas, making me rhyme weird stuff…” She smiled. She knew he hadn’t made her write the rhyme, but he had got her thinking about it, and now she enjoyed it. She didn’t pretend to be good at it, but it did make her happy.
ADMIN EDIT: 2 Galleons, given by Apple (Keep up the good length =D)
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