* Harry Potter; Mauraders' Era; lunch (next muggle studies);

[thebeautyofpain]

Peter, fianlly arrived to the transfiguration classroom, where he noticed James waiting out side the door. "Hey, there, James!" Peter greeted, hoping James wasn't still sour from this morning.

McGonagall was quickly becoming impatient. Class began in less than two minutes and still there were students not in class. She had been hoping she could start the first week of school with out passing out detentions for tardiness.

((Can I do this? xD It makes things easier! razz ))

 

[un de plus pamplemousse]

James noticed Peter approaching. "Hey, Pete. Let's head inside; I'm not going to be tardy for those bloody wankers," he chuckled, then headed inside the classroom. Glancing around, he noticed with a slight shock that Lily wasn't there. That's strange, she's usually one of the first to arrive in class... Shrugging, he made his way towards the back of the room, then stopped dead when he saw Snivellus already sitting in the general area he and his mates usually occupied.

Furious, but unable to do anything with McGonagall in the room, he glared daggers in Snape's direction and took a seat in the middle of the classroom. Snivellus was going to get it later.


((OOC: 'Course, Boppy! I don't have a problem with it c:

EDIT: also, woops. LOL James=/=Snape -changes colour-))  

[thebeautyofpain]

Hey, Pete. Let's head inside; I'm not going to be tardy for those bloody wankers.
Peter chuckled as well and followed James inside. Suddenly, he bumped in to James. Startled, he look up to see what the problem was: Snape. He was sitting in their area. Peter was shocked, surely by this point in his life, he would know better than to sit there; he was sure Snape would regret this later.

"Sorry, about that mate," he apologized, "Didn't realized you stopped." he laughed nervously and then followed James to some seats in the middle of the room.

 

[comfylove]

"Well, honeybuns, reckon we'd better get to class?"

Remus blushed a violent red at this comment as he moved to stuff his book back into his bag, trying best to hide his embarrassed face. He got up to join Sirius and looked at his watch, "McGonagall is going to skin me alive for being late," he groaned as they walked out of the Gryffindor Common Room. He should have been thinking about an excuse for his tardiness, but he couldn't get his mind of Sirius, how good it felt to have his hand on his heated skin...

When they had finally approached the classroom, Remus tried his best to hunch over and make his way as quietly as possible to join James and Peter, who thank God had picked the back row of the classroom. He sat in the seat on the far end, the furthest from the door, as he pretended to have been there all along.  

[KotokoPlum]

Moments after arriving at the table where her Housemates sat, Lynna heard a sharp "ahem" behind her. Turning, she saw Professor McGonagall looking straight at her and motioning to be seated. Rather flustered, she hastily took a seat beside the female Slytherin and set her bag on her lap. Lynna rummaged through her bag, pulling out writing utensils, textbooks, and parchment with quite a bit of noise and occasional bumping into the girl next to her.

She cried an "Oh, sorry!" every time she nudged the girl, glancing over with a sheepish smile.  

[KotokoPlum]

"There you are. I hope it's still sharp. It's been in there quite a while. I'm Arthur by the way. Arthur Weasley. Very pleased to meet you."


Odette stared slightly too long at his very red hair, but recovered almost immediately. "Oh! I'm Odette Midds and... uhm, yeah, nice to meet you." She said it rather quickly as well, for she was staring at his two hands, both held out, one in greeting and the other grasping a rather worn-out quill. How am I going to do this?

With one hand she took the quill by the very top and with the other, she took his hand and gave it a quick shake. It turned out quite awkwardly, as her arms ended up criss-crossing in doing this, but she adeptly untangled herself and sat back in her seat, quill in hand.

Quite frankly, she had forgotten to thank him for the quill, but she only noticed it at the last moment. The professor was already setting up for class. Quickly, she reached forward and tugged on his robe. "Andthankyouforthequill!"
That was louder than I thought it would be... oops.  

[thebeautyofpain]

"Everyone please open your textbooks to page 7 and begin summarizing the different types of conjuring spells." McGonagall said with a slight glare towards her time deficient students.

 

[Mistril]

"Everyone please open your textbooks to page 7 and begin summarizing the different types of conjuring spells."

Xenophilius, who had zoned out while trying not to think about how hungry he was, jumped at the sound of McGonagall's voice. He quickly grabbed his book, quill, and parchment out of his bag, having not taken it out when he first got to class. He flipped his book open to page 7 and began reading, summarizing the different types of conjuring spells as he went.  

[Mistril]

Narcissa had neatly placed her book in front of her, with the parchment to the right of it and a quill and ink bottle at the top. She was getting rather impatient while waiting for class to start, having got there earlier than she had originally intended. She was about to ask McGonagall to just start without the people were running late when the door opened. And in walked Lucius with his croonies, along with two of the four most annoying Gryffindors to walk Howarts' halls trailing close behind. She saw them look around for seats, and turned to see McGonagalls' reaction. She was currently glaring daggers at them.

"Everyone please open your textbooks to page 7 and begin summarizing the different types of conjuring spells."

Narcissa opened her book up to page 7 and began reading.  

[un de plus pamplemousse]

Severus quickly and adeptly set about working on the assignment Professor McGonagall had just given them. As he had already read the required text and had even made notes (feeling rather like a Ravenclaw, but no matter; being studious did not necessarily mean being a recluse who only cared about good marks and being smarter than everyone else), he set about summarising said conjuring spells.

There are many types of conjuring spells, some of which are unusual and even verging on Dark, and they can be quite tricky to master. The conjuring spells include aguamenti, avis, ferula, inanimatus conjurus, incarcerous, orchideous,and serpensortia, among others...

As he continued, he flipped through his notes or paged through his book for a more in-depth definition. He was soon done with said assignment and, reading it over to check for any grammatical mistakes, he nodded and set aside his quill. If that was all that they were to be doing for the first day of class, he rather wished he hadn't come prepared.  

[ieatwood]

Bellatrix sighed and pulled the large Transfiguration book out of her backpack, quickly flipping to page seven. It was too much to hope they'd actually be doing something stimulating. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she leaned against the desk and began reading through the chapter. A task which, wouldnt take her very long at all. Glancing up, she saw Lucius and his cronies still milling around the door. She rolled her eyes, noticing how her sister, Narcissa stared at Lucius. Returning back to her book, she quickly finnished the assignment, pulling a red leather bound notebook out of her bag and flipping to an open page, she began doodling in her journal. McGonagall was apparently not going to bother actually teaching today, and Bella couldn't stand being idle.  

[thebeautyofpain]

Peter quickly opened his textbook and got to work. If conjuring spells were how they were to start the year in this class, he realized he was in for a long and hard year. With a sigh he began summerizing.

 

[thebeautyofpain]

McGonagall noticed that many of her students seemed to have actually prepared for class early. "Well, this throws off my precisely planned schedule" she muttered to herself. And with that, she began writing on the board. The students now also had a twelve inch, detailed essay on the spell "Inanimatus Conjurus" on what objects it's used for and when it is useful due at the next time these students came to class. That should keep them busty for the rest of the period. she thought to herself with a grin.

 

[Ky Jelly]

Rita had just set up one of her special quills when Professor McGonagall wrote the assignment on the board. She rolled her eyes at the busy work Mcgonagall had assigned. Honestly, this was an advanced class, no need for busy work. Leave that to the first year classes. This class had been looking somewhat dull until the infamous Gryfindor four arrived soon followed by a familiar blond. Her eyebrow quirked, wondering what excuses Lucius could use to explain his absense.

Rita wrote down everything she knew about conjuring spells from memory, had about one foot of parchment in no time and hadnt even gone into detail. She flipped through her book idly, wishing McGonagall had more interesting lecture. This was her favorite class after all. Knowing how to properly transfigure something could come in handy when obtaining the news.

The change of assignment causes Rita to smile. Finally, something that required a little more work. She pull out a new piece of parchment and began writing.  

[ieatwood]

She closed her journal, with a sigh, as McGonagle scrawled another assignment on the board. Twelve inches! How did that blasted muggle-lover exepct them to fill twelve inches on the inanimatus conjurus, it was ridiculous. Bellatrix glanced at Severus next to her, who was dutifully preparing what was probably his first draft of the essay. With a sultry smile, she scooted her seat a little closer to hers, leaning in and whispering, "Hello, Severus, how was your summer?"

Tucking her long dark locks behind her ear, she continued to doodle on her paper with her right hand, looking busy. Keeping a watchful eye on McGonagle.