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Post by animorphfan on Dec 5, 2005 16:26:58 GMT -5
Proffesor Sevelter waits for his new class to enter the room. He atps his wand on the board. Words appear:
"A beggining to muggle studies: everyday life."
On the table are several objects: electrical wire, car schimatics, and a $20 bill.
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Post by Pathos on Dec 5, 2005 17:08:40 GMT -5
((Welcome to Catclaws! n_n Lot of drama going on. Keep an eye out for Tom. He's a horrible student.))
|Jesse is rebellious, in his own way. Father cannot punish him while he is at school, and it's worth the pain, seeing the look of red-hot rage in the man's eyes when he returns home for the summer. And that is the only reason he ever decided to sign up for Muggle Studies. His knowledge of non-magic folk is limited, but, like many, he has always been slightly curious. So, he shuffles in, just behind the other students, his books hugged tight to his chest, looking both smug and somewhat shy. His glasses hang precariously from his nose, thin wrists twisting when a stray book starts to tumble. He sits at an empty desk, thumps his books down in front of him, and stares at the new professor. Wonders, idly, if he should warn him about this school. Thinks of his cousin, who is in desperate need of some human contact, and decides not to.|
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Post by animorphfan on Dec 5, 2005 20:02:41 GMT -5
"Welcome class! My name is proffesor Sevelter, and I will be your new Muggle Studies teacher. This term we will study how muggles live in there daily lives."
He holds up an electric wire.
"This is a muggle power source. They use it to run there daily lives. It is called, "electricity.
Anybody know what kind of things these power?"
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Post by QKat on Dec 6, 2005 0:19:36 GMT -5
Raven signed up for the class basically as an easy way to get credit, as her mother is a muggle and they live in a muggle town. She wouldn't speak up much unless no one else did, as she didn't want to overshadow anyone because she felt she had an unfair advantage...
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Post by Pathos on Dec 6, 2005 5:45:32 GMT -5
|He cocked his head, eyeing the 'electrical wire'. Vague memories. He raised his hand and, when called upon, rattled off the list of things he knew used electricity. Television, radios, lamps, and computers. Even he looked rather surprised that he knew so many.|
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Post by animorphfan on Dec 11, 2005 14:12:14 GMT -5
The teacher smiles, but in his mind thinks, "show off."
"Five points to werever your from, I suppose. Now, for those who think this is going to be an easy class, they have another thing coming to them. Tommoro we will be going on a feild trip, to observe real muggles in action. You will be expected to take notes, and to hide your wizard heritage. Any questions?"
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Post by QKat on Dec 11, 2005 17:19:08 GMT -5
Raven blinks. ~Feild trip? Who knows... maybe I'll see mom... wait.. no that'd be embarrassing...~
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Post by Pathos on Dec 12, 2005 17:18:17 GMT -5
|He frowned. Later, Jesse would refuse to directly explain how it happened, or even why. But the fact remains that, precisely seven minutes after the new teacher's little 'speech', Jesse bit his lip, crossed his eyes, and thumped his head down on the desk. His glasses skewed, and, from beneath the curtain of his hair, a large splash of red snaked its way across the table, the flow fast and continual.|
((Ahaha! >D Finally, the perfect setting for a full-scale breakdown! And in front of a new teacher to boot! w007!))
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Post by QKat on Dec 12, 2005 17:23:15 GMT -5
"Huh?? Hey, you alright??'
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Post by Pathos on Dec 12, 2005 19:18:49 GMT -5
|There was no answer, just the steady stream of dark, oily-looking blood and a soft groan that indicated life, if not outright conciousness. His nose was right in the spreading puddle. It probably wasn't very good for him. Perhaps the Healer should be called?|
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Post by QKat on Dec 12, 2005 19:51:53 GMT -5
"Proffesor Sevelter, I'll go get Caith..." She runs off...
((She's rather jumpy and protective over people, even when she doen't know them... I can't even remember if she knows Jesse or not... mew... anyho...))
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Post by Pathos on Dec 12, 2005 19:59:05 GMT -5
|Oh, well, this teacher was a great help. Jesse tried to blink, tried to force himself to wake up. It wasn't easy. There was something wet in his eyes, and breathing was difficult, like trying to inhale a wet towel. He made vague, scrabbling motions towards the collar of his robe, but apparently could not work up enough coordination to complete the movement. His arm fell limp again, and he was quiet.|
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Post by Daniel on Dec 12, 2005 20:42:45 GMT -5
Becca walked in late. She glanced once at jesse... She shakes her head. "Is he drowning? You might want to pick his head up."
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Post by Daniel on Dec 12, 2005 20:50:17 GMT -5
Double post for jesse!
Becca thinks again, walks over, and picks his head up. "Jesse... come on... wake up..." She gathers the sleeve of her robe to wipe the blood off his face, and trying to keep his head up with the other hand. "Come on... you're not dead... i know that... you're tougher than that..."
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Post by Pathos on Dec 12, 2005 20:53:28 GMT -5
|He coughed, spluttering, spitting out blood and something green and oily, and not at all pleasant. He looked like hell, so to speak, blood still streaming from his nose where he'd hit the dsk, eyes crossed and watering. And that strange green fluid...One thing was sure. He needed some sort of medical attention, and fast.|
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