• LESSON ONE • (1st & 2nd Years)

[☀ Jaime o. R H O D E S]

(lesson one)
TEACHER, TEACHER, TELL ME SOMETHING. TEACH ME ALL I NEED TO KNOW

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Seventh years were always eager to leave, Jaime thought, as the wading crowd of students exited the Ancient Runes classroom. She swept a hand over her golden curls and gathered the stack of graded parchment before her into a neat pile, letting her gaze flicker to the large ticking clock frame levitating above the door. She barely had ten minutes before the next class, which was only the second for the morning and also for the new term. This time it was first and second years, who were generally eager to please. Their faces often shone with anticipation and their brains were sponges, ready to soak up knowledge, and they were mostly a polite bunch - well those that hadn't entered the dreaded adolescent era of indifference. Their paths were just beginning to unfold at the academy, and they could still grasp hold of everything with both hands, swallowing life and all it had to offer whole. In a way Jaime envied them, she thought as she began to weave a path through the castle and towards the Enchanted Forest, though she was frequently reminded by other staff members that she habitually acted more like a student than a teacher. Last week in preparation for the classes she had tried to re-decorate the Herbology classroom and almost killed off half of Professor Barrington's crop of Fanged Geraniums - their reaction to paint fumes had clearly not been an intensely studied subject.

As Jaime arrived at the edge of the forest, before its verdant green mass enveloped the foreseeable landscape, she sighed contently noticing that the house elves had very kindly, and diligently, laid out an assortment of cushions, mantles and lap stools for the students. At one side sat an old leather trunk, brimming with boots and spare clothing - there were always a few students who, despite notice, would turn up to class in inappropriate attire - and she was glad to have the additional reserves. Jaime scanned the arrangement; with a flick of her wand, two dozen sheets of parchment unrolled themselves and floated to corresponding areas, uncurling and laying in neat piles along with their "Field" Notebooks. Though the new class would not be sitting for long she knew they would want to be prepared, leave any unnecessary luggage and it usually helped to have a solid and pleasant meeting point.

Summer still hung in the air, she thought as she spun on the spot, her hand resting on her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun, although now the days were starting to cool; the leaves to burnish in copper, and from time to time one could spot a few light knitted jumpers during the odd gusty breeze. She could hear chatter approaching from behind her, as the herds of students milled around from classroom to classroom, and even some that seemed to be marching towards her in cacophonous clouds of colourful robes. She could catch their sceptical glances and arching brows as they approached wearily, as though she were some strange specimen of teacher-hood.

"Alright then,"

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[tinley labonte]

She was buzzing. Buzzing with excitement for today was the start of one her most favorite classes. Ancient runes was only a recent discovery for her but it was one that she knew, from the very beginning, that she'd called a favorite. Her newest obsession had begun during the day before break. She had been browsing the library shelves in preparation for her weeks away and had stumbled across a section dedicate to the art that was ancient runes. From the moment she peeled open the pages Tinley was hooked. That's why when term started back up she eagerly signed up for the class. They had a new teacher so things seemed promising for her. Pulling her back over her cloaked shoulder she hurried behind the rest of her house who had come to exchange their books.

She broke away from the larger crowd and joined the smaller one heading towards the Ancient Runes classroom. They were however directed away from the room and towards an exit that lead to the Enchanted forest. Her curiosity now practically shooting from her head she echoed the actions of those around her. Though she was rather far away Tinley spotted what had to be Professor Rhodes. She was surrounded by what looked like tiny colorful objects. Stumbling along the slightly uneven grounds she soon learned that they were cushions, all sat on the ground. Alongside them were bits of parchment and other classroom necessities.

She would admit that she was entirely confused but she was sure that the Professor would explain things in a bit. She was right too as things started to come together when the professor nodded towards the most fascinating sights. Doing as she was told, Tinley dropped her things off before joining the rest of the class now circled around the older woman.

[rowan elliot]

The more classes she went to the more tiresome Rowan found them. She was beginning to understand more and more why she'd gotten in to the habit of almost entirely skipping class. She would spend the whole class period taking notes and doing work only for the teacher to assign even more work to do independently, which scared Rowan. What if she came to a question that she couldn't find the answer to in her book and she had no professor to ask for help? The idea, quite honestly, scared her to death. Now that she was trying in class she could not bear to do anything but the best.

All these thoughts and more plagued Rowan as she walked among first and second years out towards where her Ancient Runes course would be held. She thought it weird that it was outside but, then again, she'd never taken the class and had no idea how it was normally taught. So she just went with the flow and hoped she would not be led astray. However, she kept to the back of the group of students as she certainly was not ready to trust them fully and it was less likely for people to talk to her if she was surrounded by as few people as possible. When she reached the professor she followed her instructions to drop her things but hesitated before joining the circle. If she had the option she wouldn't have joined but she was aware that it would only make her stand out more were she to exclude herself so eventually she went to stand between two girls - one with red hair and one with average brown.