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Post by noah clarke greystone on Oct 14, 2013 15:30:42 GMT
"Right boggarts, boggarts, boggarts everyone get up and come move the desks to the side" Noah called clapping his hands loudly. He stood on top of his own teaching desk grinning stupidly, his hair was especially messy today with strange bits sticking up in every direction. He wore a dark brown cardigan over a dull faded pink button up shirt, his robe lay draped over the chair.
Next to him sat a normal looking trunk that rattled every now and then, it had ten different locks and a leather belt tied around it to keep it closed.
"Come one while we are young" he shouted again dancing about on his desk before jumping down and walking to the middle of the now cleared classroom. The box levitated stiffly and followed him.
Most of his class looked fascinated, this was their first boggart class. None of them knew how to repel a boggart let alone fight one. Noah grinned wickedly as he looked at their faces, fresh meat ready to be scared witless.
"Right now hands up those who actually did the readings on Boggarts and how to repel them" he called out, only three hands rose. "Go sit over there with the popcorn" he told them pointing at some comfy looking chairs each with a box of popcorn waiting for them.
With those three seated and happily munching Noah turned to face the rest of his class staring them down coldly. "Don't worry I was hoping no one read the readings, really they are dull and boring, about as exciting to read as my grandmothers knitting manual" he said with a laugh. "However if you just bothered to look at the front page you would have found the vital spell needed for today's class" he shrugged and moved in front of the box
With a flick of his band the box opened and for a moment there was nothing, then she appeared. An attractive woman with black hair and Noah's piercing blue eyes with a stiff expression wearing a long dress. With a flick of his wand a murmur as he said the spell the boggart changed and suddenly his mother turned into a balloon shaped like a person. The box closed and the boggart disappeared.
"Right now, got that?" he said cheerfully.
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Post by keegan maxwell cadwallader on Oct 15, 2013 3:48:01 GMT
  keegan was never looking forward to class, exactly, but defense against the dark arts always seemed bearable with professor greystone. the guy had energy and put excitement into the class. that was a trait keegs thought all professors should have. they should have to take a test to rate their “funness” to even be given a job as professor at hogwarts. but alas, that wasn’t the case, and keegan was stuck with several boring lectures from other professors. but professor greystone was always hilarious, dancing on tables and what not, full of energy. if keegan was ever going to be a teacher at any point in his life, he knew he’d be exactly like that.
upon hearing the word “boggart”, the hufflepuff could have sworn they’d learned a bit about these in years prior. damn, he didn’t remember a thing. what did it even do? he had no clue. he never paid attention. that was going to hurt him in this lesson. deciding to pay attention in this moment rather than dwell on the fact that he hadn’t paid attention years before, keegan focused on what the professor was doing. his hand shot up immediately, ”i’ve read about boogers. sounds kinda similar. and i’ve had first-hand experience. does that count?” he joked with a grin. obviously he hadn’t done the real reading. he really should have read, though, because then he would have gotten popcorn!
the boggart was kind of hot, keegs had to admit, in a really old lady sort of way. he didn’t go after grandmothers, though. maybe the lady’s name was ‘boggart’ and the lesson was about her. but if that was the case, he wouldn’t have turned the woman into a balloon. life just didn’t make sense sometimes. he really should have at least skimmed the reading. yet he was in his seventh year, and did this all the time, never learning his lesson from not doing his homework. even when it was time for NEWTs.
”how does anyone ‘got’ anything?” keegan asked following the performance, ”like.. i didn’t even hear you say anything,” he added. how were they supposed to do that? what was it, even? well, if he asked all that, the teacher would know he had absolutely no idea what boggarts were to begin with, ”so we have to turn that lady into a balloon or something?”.
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Post by noah clarke greystone on Oct 21, 2013 5:29:26 GMT
It was safe to say this class had been set up as bait. Naturally as seventh years the students here already knew how to battle a boggart, they would have been taught that in their third or fourth year, before Noah had arrived as the new professor. The readings were all pretty basic, he wasn't expecting them to read them, those who did were all the known class nerds so Noah was not surprised when their hands went up. The rest all looked pretty comfortable, like they knew their stuff and were all just waiting for their chance to boggle the boggart. This was a revision class after all.
This class was bait though, and it was bait designed for one student in particular. Keegan Cadwallader was a class clown, known disruption maker and a bit of an average mark hitter. There was nothing all that special about him apart from his seemingly incredible ability to be as annoying as possible to the professors. Noah however took him on as a welcome challenge, to him if Keegan wanted to be the center of attention then he would be, it was as simple as that.
Sure enough as soon as he sent the book worms away to their popcorn and luxury Keegan took the bait raising his voice to raise his own silly opinion on the matter. It was already clear to Noah now that even as a third or fourth year, Keegan didn't pay attention, because if he did he would have known about boggarts.
Before taking this class Noah had been studious to know everything about the current students, he poured through their education records, results, previous professors notes and asked current professors on their attitudes. So when it came to his classes he knew exactly where all his students were academically. From the book worms with almost perfect results, to the class clown like Keegan with the bare minimum. Noah was determined to help Keegan help himself, if he could just raise to an average then that would be an achievement.
"Right well Mr Cadwallader, since you have the loudest voice here why don't you come forth to face the boggart, use every spell you know" he said knowing that those spells would only stun the boggart for a few moments. Then he stepped to the side, wand at the read should Keegan's fears produce anything of real danger.
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