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 Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2017 8:03 am
DADA III
Professor Fanchon Cohen  Monday 9:00 AM - 9:45 AM
((This class updates on Saturdays in real time; students posted on or after Tuesday of that week will be considered late to class.))
SUPPLIES
- Your wand
- A quill and plenty of parchment and/or notebooks
- Your textbook
CLASS RULES
- Arrive on time for my class, or do not arrive at all.
- Come prepared for the lesson, or I will send you back to your dormitory.
- Do not use your wand unless I tell you to do so, if you want to keep your wand.
- Sit down, and attempt to hold your tongue while I am teaching, or you will be escorted out of my classroom.
- You will raise your hand to be acknowledged, wait for your classmates to finish speaking before talking over them, and address me as 'Professor' or 'Miss'.
- If I see you raise your wand to someone else without my permission, you will lose both your wand and quite a few house points.
- You will respect and tolerate one another for the forty five minutes of class time, or you will respect and tolerate one another for the forty five minutes of detention.
LIST OF KNOWLEDGE
[ ] Finite/Incantatem
[ ] Boggarts/Riddikulus
[ ] Grindylows
[ ] Hinkypunks
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 9:51 am
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls.  FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N
Professor of DADA โ Muggleborn โ Haitian
Fanchon sat in her very comfortable chair, stroking Jacques, her cat, curled up in her lap, as though she were a Bond villain, and gave the room one final once over. She had enough tables and chairs to fit everyone, she'd made sure the room was spotless, in case anyone had any dust allergies, and she'd tried to make it.... if not quite welcoming, at least slightly less intimidating, although that was a bit difficult when the decor of the room literally included a giant skeleton of some magical beast suspended above the class. Ah well. They'd have to get used to Hogwarts's quirks at some point, and DADA was a notoriously challenging class, although not quite to the level of say, Transfiguration or Potions. However, it was extremely important, and if she had her way, she'd make it mandatory for all seven years. Alas, she could not have her way, so she only had five years to drill as much knowledge as possible through their hairy little heads. If she could make sure all of them could cast a proper shield charm, patronus, disarm someone, and defeat a boggart, she'd be happy. It would raise their life expectancy significantly. As the third years filtered into the room, she observed them stoically, not rising from her seat (and disturbing Jacques' nap) until everyone had taken their seats and were (mostly) quiet. "Bonjou. Good morning," she translated calmly, confident that her accent, while strong, was not an excuse for them to not listen. "I am Fanchon Cohen, and I am responsible for ensuring that all of you can recognize dark magic, and properly defend yourselves against it. My rules are written on the board. Follow them, don't follow them, it's your choice. This class is largely about choices. I'm here to demonstrate to you how to make good ones." She scanned the class for a moment. "Well, you are third years now, so I expect to be impressed. My wand is here," she raised her hand. "First person to disarm me will earn their house ten points." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 7:08 am
 ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐-
๐ฐ๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ณ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐-
๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐!
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เฎ Pureblood เฎ Third Year Slytherin เฎxxxxx
< Year 2036 >
โฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌ
ยฑ : . : ยฑ : : ยฑ : . : ยฑ
Garnet took a seat on the front like what he did in almost every subject he participated to. He was preparing to write any lectures the professor had to say until Professor Cohen actually has something else in mind, which made him blink and say "Quoi?" So, she was challenging them to... disarm her? Well, that was a tad surprising. He picked up his pine crafted wand from his robe pocket, he wished that his wand wasn't being semi-temperamental again, as it was difficult to use sometimes. However, he was having second thoughts, and so he didn't get to point at her wand and say the correct incantation. It was a tad embarrassing, given that he's in the front. "Cโest ma faute, it's just... I feel like I might lose points instead for actually doing that." He said quietly, refusing to look at his classmates who were behind him, convinced that they're probably chuckling.
ยฑ : . : ยฑ : : ยฑ : . : ยฑ
โฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌโฌ
๐ ๐๐๐ [third years] ๐๐ [classroom]
 โ ๐๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข โ ๐๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข โ ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ช๐ข ๐๐ฌ๐ซ๐ค โ < Out.Of.Character > Translation:
"What?"
"Sorry"/"It's my fault"
๐ด๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐-
๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐!
๐ท๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฑ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐-
๐ฑ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐!
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 11:02 am
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N Professor of DADA โ Muggleborn โ Haitian The DADA classroom was in quite the state. For one, the chairs and desks were all floating a few feet off the ground. For another, the room was unnaturally cold, causing breath to fog. And finally, various textbooks and quills and bits of parchment were flying around the room as if posessed. Fanchon sat at her desk, the only one remaining on the ground, and watched cautiously as Jacques leapt from floating seat to floating seat, looking thrilled. When the third years entered, and well, didn't take their seats, she stood up, rubbing her hands together vigorously to warm them up.
"Today you are learning what is known as the general counter-spell. The only reason we wait until third year to teach you this is because you would struggle to master it were you any less experienced. Casting this terminates all spell effects, which means you should always think before throwing this spell around, lest it undo something you cast previously. It's often used at the end of duels, or during them, to stop a long-lasting spell, or as a general precaution. Never enter a magical place you have never been before and cannot trust without casting this. If people had more sense, they'd avoid a lot of nastier magic this way."
She nodded to the board. "I'm not about to cast it myself, as that would undo all my hard work in this room, but you are. The incantation is fi-NEE-tay in-can-TAH-tem. The hand movement is drawn up there. The light should be bright red."
The Haitian woman shrugged. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I would prefer the room to be warmer, the furniture to all be stationary, and to not run the chance of a textbook colliding with my face. As you will." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 8:21 pm
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N Professor of DADA โ Muggleborn โ Haitian Fanchon stood in the back of the classroom, beside a large wardrobe, which was rattling rather ominously. She motion for the students sitting down to turn around to face her, before beginning her lecture. "A boggart," she said calmly, "Is what is currently banging around in this wardrobe. Boggarts are amortal non-beings, which means that they were never alive, and thus can never die. They are shapeshifters who survive off of fear, which means that as soon as I release this boggart, it will focus on whoever is nearest and assume the form of their worst fear, whatever that may be. However, our strength lies in numbers. The more people present, the more confused and indecisive the boggart will become, trying to decide which fear to take the shape of. No one has ever seen what a boggart looks like when it is alone, for obvious reasons."
She rapped on the wardrobe lightly, which shook in response. "Boggarts like enclosed, dark spaces, such as wardrobes, closets, under beds, but they can also lurk in dark corners or forests. Much like poltergeists and Dementors, boggarts exist because of the combination of our magic and our very human emotions. As long as there is fear in the world, there will be boggarts. Muggles do not typically see or encounter boggarts, and when they do, usually write them off as hallucinations. Now, I don't want this lesson to teach you to be ashamed of your fears. Every human fears something. Fear is important. It's what keeps us alive. The purpose of defeating a boggart, however, is to learn how to triumph over your fear."
Fanchon abruptly pulled open the door, and a dark shape slithered out, before springing up in the air like an ashen, whirling cloud, transforming into suffocating dirt, which surrounded the woman. There was silence for a moment, then "Ri-di-KULL-lis!", a whip-like crack, and the dirt turned into harmless confetti, drifting to the floor while the Haitian chuckled, before retreating back into the wardrobe. She slammed the door shut quickly. "I have feared being buried alive ever since I was a little girl, when an earthquake killed my parents," she informed the class mildly. "However, you just saw me face my fear and force the boggart back into its hiding space. I cast the Boggart-Banishing Spell, Riddikulus. It forces the boggart to take the shape of something humorous. But the spell alone didn't defeat the boggart. My laughter did. You have to be able to genuinely laugh to fend off a boggart."
"If you cannot acknowledge your fears, you stand no chance of fighting the boggart. You have to take them as they are, and visualize them as something not frightening, but humorous, in your minds. The movement is this:,"
She looked over the class once more. "I think it's important that all you have a go at it. Obviously, I cannot force you, and I understand that some fears are much more... realistic... than others. I can't speak to what any of you may have gone through in your lives. But I do think it's crucial that we acknowledge those things, rather than letting them fester. If anyone is not comfortable with their classmates seeing their fears, speak to me after class, and we'll make arrangements." Fanchon glanced over at the wardrobe. "Alright. Who's first?" All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 9:56 am
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N
Professor of DADA โ Muggleborn โ Haitian
Fanchon sat in her very comfortable chair, stroking Jacques, her cat, curled up in her lap, as though she were a Bond villain, and gave the room one final once over. She had enough tables and chairs to fit everyone, she'd made sure the room was spotless, in case anyone had any dust allergies, and she'd tried to make it.... if not quite welcoming, at least slightly less intimidating, although that was a bit difficult when the decor of the room literally included a giant skeleton of some magical beast suspended above the class. Ah well. They'd have to get used to Hogwarts's quirks at some point, and DADA was a notoriously challenging class, although not quite to the level of say, Transfiguration or Potions. However, it was extremely important, and if she had her way, she'd make it mandatory for all seven years. Alas, she could not have her way, so she only had five years to drill as much knowledge as possible through their hairy little heads. If she could make sure all of them could cast a proper shield charm, patronus, disarm someone, and defeat a boggart, she'd be happy. It would raise their life expectancy significantly. As the third years filtered into the room, she observed them stoically, not rising from her seat (and disturbing Jacques' nap) until everyone had taken their seats and were (mostly) quiet. "Bonjou. Good morning," she translated calmly, confident that her accent, while strong, was not an excuse for them to not listen. "I am Fanchon Cohen, and I am responsible for ensuring that all of you can recognize dark magic, and properly defend yourselves against it. My rules are written on the board. Follow them, don't follow them, it's your choice. This class is largely about choices. I'm here to demonstrate to you how to make good ones." She scanned the class for a moment. "Well, you are third years now, so I expect to be impressed. My wand is here," she raised her hand. "First person to disarm me will earn their house ten points." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 1:59 pm
 Well I thought I knew you, thinkin' that you were true. Guess I couldn't trust, called your bluff.
Time is up 'cause I've had enough. You were there by my side, always down for the ride,
But your joy ride just came down in flames 'cause your greed sold me out in shame.
โฌ ๐๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐๐ณ๐๐ซ๐ฑ๐ฆ โซ
Ravenclaw / Third Year / Halfblood
After all of the stealing and cheating you probably think that I hold resentment for you,
But, oh no, you're wrong. 'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do, I wouldn't know,
Just how capable I am to pull through, so I wanna say thank you.
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Marcello hurried into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, ready for one of his favorite classes. He took a seat in the third row, near the middle so his friends could sit around him if they would like to. He preferred it that way, so he could sort of hide himself during the class lectures. As of now, there wasn't anyone noteworthy around him, but that would hopefully change when class was closer to actually beginning. He was a tad early on this Monday morning. Maybe he was a little too eager. Either way, he was here, and he wouldn't be counted tardy, that was for sure. When class began, Marcel listened closely to the professor. She talked about choices, which he liked about her. She didn't make it sound like the Dark Arts were bad and should never be done, even if they were and he understood that. Instead, she made the class solely about the work, leaving them the choice of what to do with the knowledge provided to them. That was probably why Professor Cohen was one of his favorite teachers. Regardless, when she told them to disarm her, Marcel didn't make a move. He wasn't the type to show off in class, or participate in most things like this, and he certainly didn't want to attempt to disarm his favorite professor. Nope. He was staying out of that, one hundred percent.
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'Cause it makes me that much stronger, makes me work a little bit harder.
It makes me that much wiser, so thanks for making me a fighter.
Made me learn a little bit faster, made my skin a little bit thicker.
Makes me that much smarter, so thanks for making me a fighter.โฌ x x โญ x x โซใ OOC: . . . ใ
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2017 6:16 am
 I won't just survive
Oh, you will see me thrive
Can't write my story
I'm beyond the archetype
I won't just conform
No matter how you shake my core
'Cause my roots, they run deep
Hikaru arrived to class and found a spot in the middle with Marcel. He was glad his friendship with Marcel had taken off in the summer. He took the notes and was suprised when the teacher asked them to disarm her. Wait why were they attacking the teacher!? Luckily, Marcel seemed just as 'Nope not doing it' as he was. Oh, ye of so little faith
Don't doubt it, don't doubt it
Victory is in your veins
You know it, you know it
And you will not negotiate
Just fight it, just fight it
And be transformed
Ooc:
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2017 9:21 pm
 
Oh, I don't know what you've been told
But this gal right here's gonna rule the world
Yeah, that is where I'm gonna be, because I wanna be
No, I don't wanna sit still, look prettyโโโโโโโRESERVE BEATERโโโโโโ Jilly arrived to class ready to go. She was pretty neutral on this class, She knew it was important but it wasn't her favorite. She took the notes including diagrams. when the practical time came she decided to jump at the house points! "I'll do it!" Jilly said raising her hand. She got to where she needed to be. "Expelliarmus" she said hoping she did the right thing. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
OoC: I know the other girlies
Wanna wear expensive things
Like diamond rings
But I don't wanna be the puppet
That you're playing on a string
This queen don't need a king
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2017 9:09 pm
"It takes strength to make your way through grief,
To grab hold of life and let it pull you forward."  Lost in her mind thinking: /Wearing: Uniform /SingleLauretta walked into Deference Against The Dark Darks for the first time after spending the most of last year not going to class and spending most of the summer catching up her work that she fell behind. Walking into the classrom the girl still wasn't herself but she will show that she wasn't okay. Lauretta took a seat towards the back of the class. She quietly making notes for her work so she didn't want to fall behind like she did last year. Lauretta didn't really want to disarm the teacher because she was still shaking bad for some reason. The young girl sat at the back watching everyone trying to disarm the the professor. OOC: Edited
"Grief is in two parts. The first is loss.
The second is the remaking of life."
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2017 10:11 am
] When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N Professor of DADA โ Muggleborn โ Haitian The DADA classroom was in quite the state. For one, the chairs and desks were all floating a few feet off the ground. For another, the room was unnaturally cold, causing breath to fog. And finally, various textbooks and quills and bits of parchment were flying around the room as if posessed. Fanchon sat at her desk, the only one remaining on the ground, and watched cautiously as Jacques leapt from floating seat to floating seat, looking thrilled. When the third years entered, and well, didn't take their seats, she stood up, rubbing her hands together vigorously to warm them up.
"Today you are learning what is known as the general counter-spell. The only reason we wait until third year to teach you this is because you would struggle to master it were you any less experienced. Casting this terminates all spell effects, which means you should always think before throwing this spell around, lest it undo something you cast previously. It's often used at the end of duels, or during them, to stop a long-lasting spell, or as a general precaution. Never enter a magical place you have never been before and cannot trust without casting this. If people had more sense, they'd avoid a lot of nastier magic this way."
She nodded to the board. "I'm not about to cast it myself, as that would undo all my hard work in this room, but you are. The incantation is fi-NEE-tay in-can-TAH-tem. The hand movement is drawn up there. The light should be bright red."
The Haitian woman shrugged. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I would prefer the room to be warmer, the furniture to all be stationary, and to not run the chance of a textbook colliding with my face. As you will." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 1:05 pm
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N Professor of DADA โ Muggleborn โ Haitian Fanchon stood in the back of the classroom, beside a large wardrobe, which was rattling rather ominously. She motion for the students sitting down to turn around to face her, before beginning her lecture. "A boggart," she said calmly, "Is what is currently banging around in this wardrobe. Boggarts are amortal non-beings, which means that they were never alive, and thus can never die. They are shapeshifters who survive off of fear, which means that as soon as I release this boggart, it will focus on whoever is nearest and assume the form of their worst fear, whatever that may be. However, our strength lies in numbers. The more people present, the more confused and indecisive the boggart will become, trying to decide which fear to take the shape of. No one has ever seen what a boggart looks like when it is alone, for obvious reasons."
She rapped on the wardrobe lightly, which shook in response. "Boggarts like enclosed, dark spaces, such as wardrobes, closets, under beds, but they can also lurk in dark corners or forests. Much like poltergeists and Dementors, boggarts exist because of the combination of our magic and our very human emotions. As long as there is fear in the world, there will be boggarts. Muggles do not typically see or encounter boggarts, and when they do, usually write them off as hallucinations. Now, I don't want this lesson to teach you to be ashamed of your fears. Every human fears something. Fear is important. It's what keeps us alive. The purpose of defeating a boggart, however, is to learn how to triumph over your fear."
Fanchon abruptly pulled open the door, and a dark shape slithered out, before springing up in the air like an ashen, whirling cloud, transforming into suffocating dirt, which surrounded the woman. There was silence for a moment, then "Ri-di-KULL-lis!", a whip-like crack, and the dirt turned into harmless confetti, drifting to the floor while the Haitian chuckled, before retreating back into the wardrobe. She slammed the door shut quickly. "I have feared being buried alive ever since I was a little girl, when an earthquake killed my parents," she informed the class mildly. "However, you just saw me face my fear and force the boggart back into its hiding space. I cast the Boggart-Banishing Spell, Riddikulus. It forces the boggart to take the shape of something humorous. But the spell alone didn't defeat the boggart. My laughter did. You have to be able to genuinely laugh to fend off a boggart."
"If you cannot acknowledge your fears, you stand no chance of fighting the boggart. You have to take them as they are, and visualize them as something not frightening, but humorous, in your minds. The movement is this:,"
She looked over the class once more. "I think it's important that all you have a go at it. Obviously, I cannot force you, and I understand that some fears are much more... realistic... than others. I can't speak to what any of you may have gone through in your lives. But I do think it's crucial that we acknowledge those things, rather than letting them fester. If anyone is not comfortable with their classmates seeing their fears, speak to me after class, and we'll make arrangements." Fanchon glanced over at the wardrobe. "Alright. Who's first?" All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2017 6:53 pm
I won't just survive
Oh, you will see me thrive
Can't write my story
I'm beyond the archetype
I won't just conform
No matter how you shake my core
'Cause my roots, they run deep
Hikaru arrived late and he was very displeased with himself. He was getting out of a funk but was still not 100% out of it. The lesson was about boggarts. He watched the teacher and was surprised to why her boggart was dirt. Soon they were forming a line and Hikaru ended up the lead. Why did he have to go first? He took a deep breath and indicated he was ready wand and all. The boggart appeared and once it saw Hikaru it decided on what would spook him the most. Soon there was a giant angry goose honking at the group mainly Hikaru. Hikaru had been chased by a flock when he was little and one even bit him before his parents could intervene. Gulping he focused on the spell and how he was going to make it silly. "Riddikulus!" Hikaru said at the boggart. It worked cause now instead there was a soft bouncy and squeaky toy goose that did make Hikaru laugh in it sheer absurdity of it. He ducked out of the way for the next person in line feeling proud of himself. Oh, ye of so little faith
Don't doubt it, don't doubt it
Victory is in your veins
You know it, you know it
And you will not negotiate
Just fight it, just fight it
And be transformed
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2017 7:16 pm
Oh, I don't know what you've been told
But this gal right here's gonna rule the world
Yeah, that is where I'm gonna be, because I wanna be
No, I don't wanna sit still, look prettyโโโโโโโโโโโโโ Jilly ran in so late but she was glad not to be the only one late she watched the demonstration while thinking about her fear, she once had stupidly hit a beehive with a stick not knowing what it was and got stung several times. Ever since she sees one and runs from it. Well, no time like now to stand up to it! She was second behind Hikaru and had to lean to see around the taller boy. When would she get taller? His boggart was a giant goose. Jilly could totally see that if he had been hurt by one or several, they were mean birds. She also giggled when Hikaru made it a toy goose. Soon it was her turn and a bit of her bravery faltered but dang it! She could do it! the boggart recovered and had it sights set on Jilly. It went from toy goose to a big gross, even by bee standards, honeybee. "Riddikulus!" She said aiming right at the scary bee. It was now a cartoon bee from her favorite breakfast cereal. perhaps the students that didn't have muggle things might be confused but Jilly thought it was a hoot and busted up laughing. She moved for the next student to have a go โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
OoC: I know the other girlies
Wanna wear expensive things
Like diamond rings
But I don't wanna be the puppet
That you're playing on a string
This queen don't need a king
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 10:07 am
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N
Professor of DADA โ Muggleborn โ Haitian
Fanchon sat in her very comfortable chair, stroking Jacques, her cat, curled up in her lap, as though she were a Bond villain, and gave the room one final once over. She had enough tables and chairs to fit everyone, she'd made sure the room was spotless, in case anyone had any dust allergies, and she'd tried to make it.... if not quite welcoming, at least slightly less intimidating, although that was a bit difficult when the decor of the room literally included a giant skeleton of some magical beast suspended above the class. Ah well. They'd have to get used to Hogwarts's quirks at some point, and DADA was a notoriously challenging class, although not quite to the level of say, Transfiguration or Potions. However, it was extremely important, and if she had her way, she'd make it mandatory for all seven years. Alas, she could not have her way, so she only had five years to drill as much knowledge as possible through their hairy little heads. If she could make sure all of them could cast a proper shield charm, patronus, disarm someone, and defeat a boggart, she'd be happy. It would raise their life expectancy significantly. As the third years filtered into the room, she observed them stoically, not rising from her seat (and disturbing Jacques' nap) until everyone had taken their seats and were (mostly) quiet. "Bonjou. Good morning," she translated calmly, confident that her accent, while strong, was not an excuse for them to not listen. "I am Fanchon Cohen, and I am responsible for ensuring that all of you can recognize dark magic, and properly defend yourselves against it. My rules are written on the board. Follow them, don't follow them, it's your choice. This class is largely about choices. I'm here to demonstrate to you how to make good ones." She scanned the class for a moment. "Well, you are third years now, so I expect to be impressed. My wand is here," she raised her hand. "First person to disarm me will earn their house ten points." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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