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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2017 8:05 am
DADA IV Professor Fanchon Cohen Thursday 3:00 PM - 3:45 PM ((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
[ ] Hex-deflection/Salvio Hexia [ ] Tongue-Tying Charm [ ] Stupefy [ ] Petreficus Totalus
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 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 fourth 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. "Bon apremidi. Good afternoon," 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." Fanchon scanned the class for a moment, before raising her wand. "Lustro circulus." A ring of crimson and gold fire encircled the front of the room. "You all should have learned how to end a spell last year. Ten house points to whoever can end this one." 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 9:17 pm
Saio Mio Ukida Fourth Year Hufflepuff Adopted ☼ Half-blood Location : DADA Class - Thursday @ 3:00pm
Saio’s week was going generally well. Though it had been busy getting back into the swing of things it hadn’t been bad. Walking into defense she was surprised to see a new professor. She had an accent but it wasn’t hard to understand. Taking her things out as class started, the Hufflepuff jotted down what needed to be jotted down. Watching as Professor Cohen created a ring of crimson and gold fire encircled the front of the room, Saio wondered what that spell was meant for.
When the class was asked for someone to end the spell she’d created, the Hufflepuff took a breath. “I’ll try it.” Saio said as she stood from her seat. Taking her wand out of her robes she made her wand movement as she said, “Finite Incantatem.” With her wand pointed at the ring of fire causing it to fizzle out and disappear. Smiling Saio took her seat again and set her wand down.
Status: Happy With: Class...
Wearing: Hufflepuff Uniform
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 9:28 pm
Richard Indigo Devereux Fourth Year Gryffindor Black Sheep of the Family
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 11:15 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 on top of her desk, rather casually, and didn't feel it was inappropriate, seeing how this lesson involved hexes, which technically, the students weren't even allowed to be casting. They only learned this spell because the rest of the world was nowhere near so gentle. The classroom itself appeared to be devoid of anything, aside from her desk, herself, and her cat. The board seemed to have vanished, as had the windows, desks, and chairs.
"Bon apremidi," she greeted the students as they entered. "I'm not quite allowed to hex you, so this is my solution to help you still learn how to deflect them. I've cast a bedazzling hex on nearly everything in this room, as you can see, and it's going to take all of you to collectively reveal everything, especially if you would like to sit down at some point."
The Haitian slid nimbly off her desk and approached where the board ought to have been, wand aloft, opposite hand outstretched, palm facing outward. "SAL-vee-oh HEK-see-uh," she cast calmly, and a watery sort of haze washed over immediate area, revealing the blackboard. "Just like that. Proceed." 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 26, 2017 7:32 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 at her desk, talking with two older students, a Ravenclaw boy and a Hufflepuff girl, one of whom was petting a napping Jacques, as the fourth years came in. After another moment or so she stood up and strode to the front, the two following her. "Bon apremidi, everyone. Today you will be learning the Tongue-Tying Charm, which is technically a curse," she smirked a little. "The purpose of the spell is to prevent the target from speaking, which, as you can imagine, can be very useful when someone is attempting to attack you. However, it is not a terribly advanced spell, and you may find the Silencing Charm more effective. But it's good in a pinch." The Haitian nodded to the two students on either side of her. "This is Quentin and Therese, who volunteered to help us today." She looked to the Hufflepuff. "Therese?"
The dark-haired girl stepped towards her, drawing her wand. "Petrifi-,"
"Mimble wimble," Fanchon said clearly, moving her wand in a complex looping form:
The girl immediately went silent, a hand flying up to her mouth out of instinct, and after a few moments, coughed a little as she regained the ability to speak.
"The light should be blue, as you just saw," the professor continued, "And the wand movement is the hardest thing to master. Some side effects of the spell can include stammering and occasionally retching, but it shouldn't cause any undue harm. Two lines please; the only people you should be directing this at are my two volunteers." 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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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 3:00 pm
Gavin swept through the room and into a seat near the front, where he was most bound to come across his Ravenclaw friends when they entered the room. The professors cat was purring on the desk, a pair of older students had been waiting with the professor until the class started. She began with something that must have been 'good afternoon' and jumped right into the days lesson. He copied notes from his textbook and practiced the wand motions half a dozen times before filing in line. Though he had seen Quentin once or twice in the common room, he'd never actually spoken to the older boy before. It felt weird to practice on an older student instead of one of his classmates. Gavin's turn was quickly coming and when it did, he nodded to the older boy and held his wand at the ready. ”Mimble wimble!” he cut his wand in tight circles and let loose a jet of blue before Quentin could finish. It hit the older boy and he took a step back, frowning. And Gavin sat down at his desk wondering if the upperclassmen were holding back.
╔═══════════════════════╗ 【WHEN:: Thursday, 3:00 – 3:45pm 】 【WHERE:: Defense against the Dark Arts Class 】 【WITH WHO:: Fourth Years 】 ╚═══════════════════════╝
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 10:18 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 fourth 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. "Bon apremidi. Good afternoon," 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." Fanchon scanned the class for a moment, before raising her wand. "Lustro circulus." A ring of crimson and gold fire encircled the front of the room. "You all should have learned how to end a spell last year. Ten house points to whoever can end this one." 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 May 15, 2017 4:29 pm
Yeah, you may think that I'm a zero, but, hey, everyone you wanna be probably started off like me. You may say that I'm a freakshow, but, hey, give it just a little time. I bet you're gonna change your mind.
♥ 𝓢𝓴𝔂𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓐𝓷𝓷𝒆 ℳ𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓵𝒆𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷 ♥ Fourth Year / Hufflepuff / Pureblood
All of the dirt you've been throwin' my way, it ain't so hard to take, that's right. 'Cause I know one day you'll be screamin' my name, and I'll just look away, that's right.
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Skylar hurried into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. It was her first class of the day, only have this one and Astronomy on Thursdays. She enjoyed the time off, using it to catch up on assignments and get in some extra practice time in the music room. She had been working hard with her cello, and was even using the piano in the music room to practice as well. Thankfully, she was getting better at keeping track of time so she wasn't late to her class today. Sitting down in her seat, Sky looked up to the front as the professor spoke, going over the general rules of the classroom. She remembered them from last year as well, and was pretty good at staying out of trouble, so she didn't think she would have any issues. Next, the professor did something odd. Well, she usually started the class with something like this. She was a very surprising woman, Skylar thought, always doing something she didn't expect. Regardless, the professor cast a spell she hadn't heard of before, a ring of golden fire circling the front of the room. Professor Cohen called for someone to put the fire out. Skylar knew the spell she was wanting, but hesitated. Should she go for it? Sky was feeling a need to prove herself, for some reason, but was also terrified of being the center of attention. Of course, right now, the center of attention was the massive ring of fire in the middle of their classroom. Trembling, Skylar stood from her desk, pointing her wand at the fire, performing the shield motion she had learned last term. "Finite Incantatem," she said, her voice clear and soft as she tried her best to stay calm. She knew that she had to be calm to correctly perform the spell, or any spell.
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Just go ahead and hate on me and run your mouth so everyone can hear. Hit me with the worst you got and knock me down, baby, I don't care. Keep it up and soon enough you'll figure out you wanna be a loser like me.♥ x x ♥ x x ♥【 OOC: . . . 】
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2017 10:20 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 on top of her desk, rather casually, and didn't feel it was inappropriate, seeing how this lesson involved hexes, which technically, the students weren't even allowed to be casting. They only learned this spell because the rest of the world was nowhere near so gentle. The classroom itself appeared to be devoid of anything, aside from her desk, herself, and her cat. The board seemed to have vanished, as had the windows, desks, and chairs.
"Bon apremidi," she greeted the students as they entered. "I'm not quite allowed to hex you, so this is my solution to help you still learn how to deflect them. I've cast a bedazzling hex on nearly everything in this room, as you can see, and it's going to take all of you to collectively reveal everything, especially if you would like to sit down at some point."
The Haitian slid nimbly off her desk and approached where the board ought to have been, wand aloft, opposite hand outstretched, palm facing outward. "SAL-vee-oh HEK-see-uh," she cast calmly, and a watery sort of haze washed over immediate area, revealing the blackboard. "Just like that. Proceed." 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 1:07 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 at her desk, talking with two older students, a Ravenclaw boy and a Hufflepuff girl, one of whom was petting a napping Jacques, as the fourth years came in. After another moment or so she stood up and strode to the front, the two following her. "Bon apremidi, everyone. Today you will be learning the Tongue-Tying Charm, which is technically a curse," she smirked a little. "The purpose of the spell is to prevent the target from speaking, which, as you can imagine, can be very useful when someone is attempting to attack you. However, it is not a terribly advanced spell, and you may find the Silencing Charm more effective. But it's good in a pinch." The Haitian nodded to the two students on either side of her. "This is Quentin and Therese, who volunteered to help us today." She looked to the Hufflepuff. "Therese?"
The dark-haired girl stepped towards her, drawing her wand. "Petrifi-,"
"Mimble wimble," Fanchon said clearly, moving her wand in a complex looping form:
The girl immediately went silent, a hand flying up to her mouth out of instinct, and after a few moments, coughed a little as she regained the ability to speak.
"The light should be blue, as you just saw," the professor continued, "And the wand movement is the hardest thing to master. Some side effects of the spell can include stammering and occasionally retching, but it shouldn't cause any undue harm. Two lines please; the only people you should be directing this at are my two volunteers." 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 Aug 13, 2017 10:09 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 fourth 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. "Bon apremidi. Good afternoon," 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." Fanchon scanned the class for a moment, before raising her wand. "Lustro circulus." A ring of crimson and gold fire encircled the front of the room. "You all should have learned how to end a spell last year. Ten house points to whoever can end this one." 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 Sep 03, 2017 6:34 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 on top of her desk, rather casually, and didn't feel it was inappropriate, seeing how this lesson involved hexes, which technically, the students weren't even allowed to be casting. They only learned this spell because the rest of the world was nowhere near so gentle. The classroom itself appeared to be devoid of anything, aside from her desk, herself, and her cat. The board seemed to have vanished, as had the windows, desks, and chairs.
"Bon apremidi," she greeted the students as they entered. "I'm not quite allowed to hex you, so this is my solution to help you still learn how to deflect them. I've cast a bedazzling hex on nearly everything in this room, as you can see, and it's going to take all of you to collectively reveal everything, especially if you would like to sit down at some point."
The Haitian slid nimbly off her desk and approached where the board ought to have been, wand aloft, opposite hand outstretched, palm facing outward. "SAL-vee-oh HEK-see-uh," she cast calmly, and a watery sort of haze washed over immediate area, revealing the blackboard. "Just like that. Proceed." 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 Sep 10, 2017 8:07 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 │ Muggleborn │ Haitian Fanchon sat at her desk, talking with two older students, a Ravenclaw boy and a Hufflepuff girl, one of whom was petting a napping Jacques, as the fourth years came in. After another moment or so she stood up and strode to the front, the two following her. "Bon apremidi, everyone. Today you will be learning the Tongue-Tying Charm, which is technically a curse," she smirked a little. "The purpose of the spell is to prevent the target from speaking, which, as you can imagine, can be very useful when someone is attempting to attack you. However, it is not a terribly advanced spell, and you may find the Silencing Charm more effective. But it's good in a pinch." The Haitian nodded to the two students on either side of her. "This is Quentin and Therese, who volunteered to help us today." She looked to the Hufflepuff. "Therese?"
The dark-haired girl stepped towards her, drawing her wand. "Petrifi-,"
"Mimble wimble," Fanchon said clearly, moving her wand in a complex looping form:
The girl immediately went silent, a hand flying up to her mouth out of instinct, and after a few moments, coughed a little as she regained the ability to speak.
"The light should be blue, as you just saw," the professor continued, "And the wand movement is the hardest thing to master. Some side effects of the spell can include stammering and occasionally retching, but it shouldn't cause any undue harm. Two lines please; the only people you should be directing this at are my two volunteers." 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 Nov 13, 2017 9:16 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 fourth 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. "Bon apremidi. Good afternoon," 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." Fanchon scanned the class for a moment, before raising her wand. "Lustro circulus." A ring of crimson and gold fire encircled the front of the room. "You all should have learned how to end a spell last year. Ten house points to whoever can end this one." 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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