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 Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 12:45 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 │ Muggleborn │ Haitian Fanchon waited until the first years were seated before she started the day's lesson, Jacques prowling around the edge of the classroom. "Flipendo, or the Knockback Jinx, is a very useful spell, especially for a young and inexperienced witch or wizard. It's not difficult to cast and it can be very handy when you find yourself backed into a corner." The Haitian woman gestured with her wand at an unoccupied chair close to her. "Flipendo!" the chair skittered backwards, toppling over with a wooden thud.
"As you can see, it works on objects as well as people. However, people can still get up, even after you knock them over, so I wouldn't expect to win any fights with this jinx," she said dryly. "Depending on the force used, it might just shove someone back roughly, or knock them completely off their feet. I wouldn't expect to send anyone- or anything- flying on your first few tries, however. And be aware that it can be blocked with a simple shield charm or just dodged." The professor nodded to the board. "There's what your wand movement should look like."
"And the light of the jinx should be blue. Now, I don't want you accidentally- or intentionally- hurting each other, so I want a row of desks across the room and everyone behind them. On my count, try to knock the desks back- after I'm behind them as well," Fanchon said hastily. "Alright, en, de, twa-," 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 6:40 pm
 Faina Patrovna-Harcroft
Slytherin │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single
Faina made sure she was getting down to Madam Cohen's class in good time, as she hated to be late and didn't care for the idea of having to beg to be allowed in. Of course much of that also had to do with her other desire to never run afoul of her Head of House. Teachers talked to each other as much as students would each other. Of course she'd been studying her lessons already, and been paying attention when watching how things went at Dueling Club, even though she wasn't allowed to participate, and took note of the fact that she might be able to dodge a spell like that.
Still, the young Slytherin practiced her wand movements and the incantation a few times, before taking her position at the firing line. Once the Professeur was out of harm's way, Faina said, "Un, deux, trois, Flipendo!" A flash of blue light erupted from her wand, and she managed to get the chair she aimed for to move a few centimeters. Trying the spell a second time, she managed to get it to flip over backwards, when her spell struck the top of the chair.
 "You're lost little girl, you're lost little girl
You're lost, tell me who are you?"
"I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but it's true
I think that you know what to do, yeah
I'm sure that you know what to do "
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2017 2:05 pm
 Rhett Fang Ye
<1st year>
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Rhett was finally getting into the swing of his classes and used to the professors of each, for better or for worse. Today was Professor Cohen's class which was one of his favorites though he didn't think it was one of his best classes. Well he was much better at this class than Potions at least. Rhett still shuddered to think of his screw ups in that class. Today was the Knockback Jinx which sounded fun though Rhett hoped he didn't really ever have to use it. Actually Rhett generally hoped he didn't have to use any of the information in this class but there might be times he would like when the neo-death eaters attacked and his sister got caught up in that. Luckily she had someone to save her who was there. Rhett tried to banish the dark thoughts in his head about times he might have to defend himself and instead focused on the task at hand. When it came to his turn he counted aloud, "One, two, and three: Flipendo!" With a wave of his wand in the V shape with a little flair there was a blue light and the chair pushed back a good feet and teetered on it's back legs before landing back on all fours. Disappointed a little, Rhett tried again with better success and the chair fell over with a hearty thud. Rhett grinned happy with his success.
☯ ☯ ☯
Time: 2036-2037
Location: DADA Room
Looking: Ready for Adventure
Hello, then, Rhett
Hm, adventurous and reckless,
And you like pranks and can't sit still
Yes, I know just where to place you
Gryffindor! {OoC: }
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 10:02 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 │ Muggleborn │ 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 first 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. Can anyone," she scanned the room, "Tell me what the Dark Arts are? In some magical schools, they comprise their own, separate subject, but here at Hogwarts we take a more... benevolent approach." 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: Thu Aug 17, 2017 12:23 pm
Maximillian Leonis,First year,Ravenclaw Max hurriedly walked into the class and took a seat and pulled out his textbook hoping he didn't make too bad of a first impression. When the professor spoke, Max smiled for a moment recognizing the accent. Max could tell she was serious, strict but not to the point of being cruel, her words had a lesson 'the choice is yours, but choices have consequences' maybe, but he could be wrong. Max pondered the question for a minute or two "Maximillian Leonis, Ravenclaw. The dark arts refers to Magic used primarily to harm or control others."
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 6:27 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 │ Muggleborn │ Haitian Fanchon almost languished at her desk, looking vaguely irked as the students came in and took their seats. Finally, with a small sigh, she stood up, stretched a little, and wand in hand, began her pacing up and down the rows of desks and chairs, careful not to trip over anyone's bag. "You're all in luck, as today we'll be learning one of the most simple- and essential- spells known to wizards. Some of you may already be familiar with this, as it's not unusual to simply pick it up from older students as you go about your daily lives." She held her wand aloft, made sure they were all looking at it, and enunciated carefully, "LOO-mos," while moving it in a loop:
And then a sharp wave-like motion, saying, "NOCK-ss,":
The bright light extinguished itself immediately. "That," said Fanchon, "Is the wand lighting and extinguishing charm. As you can see, it's obviously very useful when you are in a dark place, or going about at night. It was not, surprisingly, invented until the year 1772, by a witch named Levina Monkstanley, who worked for the Ministry of Magic, and first used it to find a fallen quill. However, credit was almost stolen from her a German wizard name Garvin Lugner, who said he had invented the spell while developing his Instant Darkness Powder. He was lying, of course, and his powder was found to only dim a room slightly, rather than throw it into darkness."
She stowed her wand away. "Now, one of the positive side effects of the charm is that it also repels many spectral creatures, as well as any dark spirits, so it can be very useful to keep your wand lit when in a place where you may encounter anything of that nature. There's really nothing much to this- the wand movements are most important, as well as making sure your wand stays lit. It's no good if you can only keep the charm up for a few moments, so I want to see everyone's wand lit for at least five minutes. I'll set a timer." 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: Tue Sep 05, 2017 6:59 am
Maximillian Leonis,First year,Ravenclaw Max jotted down the movements and pronunciations of both spells. When the teacher started the timer, Max flicked his wand in a looping motion "Lumos." he said causing the tip of his wand to light up. He wasn't sure how this was a challenge, but after two minutes his wand began to flicker occasionally and then he understood. It seemed to max that if the user were distracted or even simply forgot that they were maintaining the spell, it would fail which could be a problem depending on what he was using it to accomplish. With this concept in mind, Max decided to let himself get distracted, let his mind wander while Keeping sustainment of the spell in the back of his mind doing so almost unconsciously. For the most part, this concept worked other than a few flickers here and there, and when the time ran out he traced the wave on the board with his wand and said "Nox." as the light went out.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2017 8:00 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 │ Muggleborn │ Haitian Fanchon waited until the first years were seated before she started the day's lesson, Jacques prowling around the edge of the classroom. "Flipendo, or the Knockback Jinx, is a very useful spell, especially for a young and inexperienced witch or wizard. It's not difficult to cast and it can be very handy when you find yourself backed into a corner." The Haitian woman gestured with her wand at an unoccupied chair close to her. "Flipendo!" the chair skittered backwards, toppling over with a wooden thud.
"As you can see, it works on objects as well as people. However, people can still get up, even after you knock them over, so I wouldn't expect to win any fights with this jinx," she said dryly. "Depending on the force used, it might just shove someone back roughly, or knock them completely off their feet. I wouldn't expect to send anyone- or anything- flying on your first few tries, however. And be aware that it can be blocked with a simple shield charm or just dodged." The professor nodded to the board. "There's what your wand movement should look like."
"And the light of the jinx should be blue. Now, I don't want you accidentally- or intentionally- hurting each other, so I want a row of desks across the room and everyone behind them. On my count, try to knock the desks back- after I'm behind them as well," Fanchon said hastily. "Alright, en, de, twa-," 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: Fri Sep 15, 2017 8:40 pm
Maximillian Leonis,First year,Ravenclaw Max rushed into the class and took a seat hoping he hadn't missed anything important. It seemed that today's class was covering the Knockback jinx. This will be fun Max thought as the class gathered behind the desk. when it was time Max flicked his wand in a check like motion and spoke "Flipendo" he said as a blue light shot out of his wand and struck a desk causing it to slide back about a foot and two of its legs to lift slightly "not bad right?" he said mostly to himself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 9:12 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 │ Muggleborn │ 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 first 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. Can anyone," she scanned the room, "Tell me what the Dark Arts are? In some magical schools, they comprise their own, separate subject, but here at Hogwarts we take a more... benevolent approach." 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: Wed Nov 15, 2017 11:26 am
Enid Lambert née Brewster
Half-Blood ★ Slytherin First Year ★ Adopted Location : DADA Class - Wednesday @ 11:00am
Enid had an interest in defense. Her parent’s deaths were something that never sat well with her. Though she hadn’t been there to bare witness she wanted to be able to handle herself against creatures like vampires. One’s that were a challenge for even the most skilled. She wanted to learn all she could. Walking into class she wasn’t intimidated in fact she liked the feel of it.
Taking a seat, Enid looked to the front board. Their professor talked about the class being about choices. The Slytherin was certain she was going to follow the rules. How many others would choose to do so as well was largely up for debate. Either way she was interested to see just what choices Professor Cohen would give them.
Being asked what the dark arts were Enid found herself with a hand raised. “It’s dark magic. Magic that’s meant to cause harm such as control, injury, or even death.” She stated sounding grimmer by the time she got to the end. Death was no laughing matter after all.
Status : Interested & Focused
With : Class... Professor Cohen
Wearing : Slytherin Uniform
OOC : - - -
Hm... a sharp, analytical mind
Healthy skepticism and a penchant for telling tall tales?
You're a curious one, but what to do with you?
I think you'll do quite well in
Slytherin!
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2017 5:04 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 │ Muggleborn │ Haitian Fanchon almost languished at her desk, looking vaguely irked as the students came in and took their seats. Finally, with a small sigh, she stood up, stretched a little, and wand in hand, began her pacing up and down the rows of desks and chairs, careful not to trip over anyone's bag. "You're all in luck, as today we'll be learning one of the most simple- and essential- spells known to wizards. Some of you may already be familiar with this, as it's not unusual to simply pick it up from older students as you go about your daily lives." She held her wand aloft, made sure they were all looking at it, and enunciated carefully, "LOO-mos," while moving it in a loop:
And then a sharp wave-like motion, saying, "NOCK-ss,":
The bright light extinguished itself immediately. "That," said Fanchon, "Is the wand lighting and extinguishing charm. As you can see, it's obviously very useful when you are in a dark place, or going about at night. It was not, surprisingly, invented until the year 1772, by a witch named Levina Monkstanley, who worked for the Ministry of Magic, and first used it to find a fallen quill. However, credit was almost stolen from her a German wizard name Garvin Lugner, who said he had invented the spell while developing his Instant Darkness Powder. He was lying, of course, and his powder was found to only dim a room slightly, rather than throw it into darkness."
She stowed her wand away. "Now, one of the positive side effects of the charm is that it also repels many spectral creatures, as well as any dark spirits, so it can be very useful to keep your wand lit when in a place where you may encounter anything of that nature. There's really nothing much to this- the wand movements are most important, as well as making sure your wand stays lit. It's no good if you can only keep the charm up for a few moments, so I want to see everyone's wand lit for at least five minutes. I'll set a timer." 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 Dec 03, 2017 1:38 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 │ Muggleborn │ Haitian Fanchon waited until the first years were seated before she started the day's lesson, Jacques prowling around the edge of the classroom. "Flipendo, or the Knockback Jinx, is a very useful spell, especially for a young and inexperienced witch or wizard. It's not difficult to cast and it can be very handy when you find yourself backed into a corner." The Haitian woman gestured with her wand at an unoccupied chair close to her. "Flipendo!" the chair skittered backwards, toppling over with a wooden thud.
"As you can see, it works on objects as well as people. However, people can still get up, even after you knock them over, so I wouldn't expect to win any fights with this jinx," she said dryly. "Depending on the force used, it might just shove someone back roughly, or knock them completely off their feet. I wouldn't expect to send anyone- or anything- flying on your first few tries, however. And be aware that it can be blocked with a simple shield charm or just dodged." The professor nodded to the board. "There's what your wand movement should look like."
"And the light of the jinx should be blue. Now, I don't want you accidentally- or intentionally- hurting each other, so I want a row of desks across the room and everyone behind them. On my count, try to knock the desks back- after I'm behind them as well," Fanchon said hastily. "Alright, en, de, twa-," 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 Dec 10, 2017 7:22 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 │ Muggleborn │ Haitian
Fanchon was already up and running with her lecture as soon as the door swung shut behind the last student, since she had a lot of information to cover in the span of the class time. "A ghost," she began, "Is the disembodied spirit of a deceased with or wizard. Muggles are unable to become ghosts after death; only those with magic have the ability to stay on in the physical realm. One chooses to become a ghost either because of a very strong connection to the place they haunt, or due to a fear of death that leaves them unwilling to cross over to the, shall we say, other side." She stopped to raise an eyebrow before continuing. "Luckily for those of you unnerved by spirits, ghosts are not powerful enough to exert much influence in our world. They are visible to magic-users only, and can pass through solid objects, such as walls, as I'm sure you've all seen here at Hogwarts. They create disturbances in water, fire, and air as well, and typically lower the temperature of the area around them."
"Ghosts cannot enjoy the pleasures of our world, despite remaining here; food has no taste for them, and they cannot be touched. They remain trapped in the same mindset that they had whilst alive; therefore, a ghost like, say, Moaning Myrtle, will always behave as a teenage girl, unable to mature or develop any further. As you all know, ghosts are weightless and can fly, and cannot be destroyed, although they can be petrified. They are also wary of magical light, and a skurge charm will frighten them away as well. The Ministry of Magic, particularly the Spirit Division, is capable of stepping in and disciplining or confining ghosts who are particularly disruptive or malicious." With that said, she stopped her lecture, and returned to her desk, class dismissed. 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: Mon Feb 12, 2018 10:42 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 │ Muggleborn │ 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 first 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. Can anyone," she scanned the room, "Tell me what the Dark Arts are? In some magical schools, they comprise their own, separate subject, but here at Hogwarts we take a more... benevolent approach." 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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