AARD - S/R SIXTH YEARS (September 2nd)

[Professor Selwyn]

Your professor is Professor Lynnette Selwyn.

Your class? Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Divination.

ENJOY!

(Do not begin 'lessons' until all students have arrived...or you're sure that someone has decided to be late.)

**The three classes are put together - with the new curriculum, they are more obviously related to one another. If your student wanted to take a Divination ONLY class, please relocate to find Professor Firenze.

[Professor Selwyn]

It wasn’t like there was nothing to eat, really, or that nothing appealed to her. It’s just that she actually sort of nervous about her first class following breakfast. It would be the first class she would teach here at Hogwarts, and for the entire length of the period, too. Her past experiences never allowed her to take on the full class, and now she was rather delighted at the challenge today was provide. The jitters were leaving her, and she more psyched and excited about teaching. But, she was thankful that it was still early morning and she could review what she had planned for today.

She sat to the right of the Headmistress, and indulged herself into some conversation every now and then. Putting a calm smile onto her face, she stabbed her buttered croissant with her fork, lifting it to her mouth and taking a bite. The house-elves even knew how to out-do themselves for breakfast, too! Hogwarts was simply amazing; she tried hard not to just faze out into Aura Sight and watch the playful, rambunctious, teenage magic bounce and fizzle and sparkle all over the room. There were distinct lines and fuzzy, glowing spots, and it was all rather fun to watch, even though there were still parts of the castle with darker, more upsetting magic, as a consequence of the war.

Eventually, she closed her eyes and looked away, flashes still twirling behind her eyelids. The professor finished her breakfast easily and left with haste in her footsteps - she wanted to go over her class introduction again. For the students of Hogwarts, it would be a new experience for them to have all three subjects of Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Divination together. From her knowledge, you only divided the subjects when you wanted to give more focus to said subject, and finally obtain a Mastery that would be acknowledged internationally by the Board of Readers, Prophets and Seers, RPS for short.

Lynnette knew that the Sixth Year class that she was going to be teaching this morning had a very sparse education of the subjects as a whole, so it would be like starting anew. She hoped that none of the students protested to have to learn things from the subjects that they did not take.

Actually, if she considered it, she didn't have a large number for this specialized and focused class. At least 5 if she could recall correctly, but that was because some of the students, all the way back in their Third Year, had decided to learn Divination by the ways of the centaurs, by mainly gazing at the stars. There wasn't much to do in that class, she assumed, but it was understandable that it would take the entire year because centaur Divination was very time consuming. You had to truly reach or look within, into both the stars and she guessed, yourself, to grasp a decent understanding of whatever the heck the stars showed you. The pureblood didn't have any expertise in centaur Divination though, so perhaps her opinion was not worth analyzing.

Her walk up the multiple flights of stairs came to a halt as she reached her corridor that rose up leading to what was the North Tower. It was nice to have this place pretty much all to herself, she thought as she grabbed her teaching material and a few book off of her desk.

'But yet again I am reminded that there was a previous occupant.' The professor had opened the door to her classroom, and almost immediately a faint, wafting scent hit her in the face. Gritting her teeth imperceptibly, she took out her wand and cast the air-refreshing charm repeatedly. If Trelawney hadn't decided to retire, this Selwyn would have forced her too if not just to free Hogwarts from the grasp of this disgusting, nauseating, putrid odour.

When the air finally cleared, the professor released her breath in one big exhale, and began to breathe normally again. It was almost completely gone, that stupid odour. She still couldn't tell what it was, with it lingering but almost fading away, and nor could she tell when she stepped into this room for the first time of her life. It did remind her of something disturbingly flowery, with an alcoholic undertone, too. Lynn shuddered in her stance, and placed her things on the long table at the front by the door. The real teaching desk, however, was near the centre of the rather rounded room; it allowed her to see the students from pretty much all angles, and as it were, if they weren't doing what they were supposed to do. The materials in this class had a high cost - it would do them no good to break something.

Or burn something, as she caught sight of a blackened edge of a tablecloth. Failing to stop her smile, she repaired the damages and returned to her seat, cracking open "Understanding with Numbers", an extremely thin Arithmancy textbook, one of many other thin tomes. Her first lesson - actually, all the lessons for today - would begin with introductions using numbers and names.

(OOC:Anyone really want to learn? xDD)

[Lacey Jones]

Lacey had nearly gagged on her waffles when she saw what her first class was-- she had spent the last three years studying arithmancy and ancient runes, so that certainly wasn't the problem. But the whole idea of Divination had seemed a bit dodgy to her. Sure, her mother had been a bit of a flower child, and she had grown up in more of a spiritual than a religious household. But when she came to Hogwarts and found out that the whole idea that the future could be read in tea leaves and dreams could tell the future shocked Lacey more than the idea that she could turn a turtle into a tea kettle.

Lacey was a creative enough child-- after all, creativity was something that the Sorting Hat looked for when sorting people into Ravenclaw-- but for some reason she couldn't grasp the idea of Divination being a legitimate field. Sure, there were some who could see things and read certain signs, but why submit people who clearly weren't skilled at the profession to learning an art that was useless to them. Lacey had been happy to avoid the subject for the past three years, but with the combination of the classes that she normally took, it looked like she was being forced to finally face Divination head on.

The Divination classroom was so far off, Lacey felt fatigued walking up the stair. She wafting perfumey smell that hit her didn't help to brighten her mood. She sulkily took a seat in one of the many cushion-like seats around the room, barely looking towards the front of the room to see Selwyn. This was hardly a classroom, by any standard of the word, and Lacey sighed, wondering if they would actually start off with a Divination lesson. She rummaged through her bag, picking out a nice Ancient Rune book instead, hoping that it would either be that or Arithmancy-- anything but Divination.

[Albus Potter]

He raced up the stairs, taking two steps at a time, sidestepping the trick ledges. Honestly, how had he allowed himself to (possibly) be almost late for the first period of the first day of class? What a bad impression the new professor would get. But to his surprise, when he entered the circular classroom, the only other student in the room was Lacey. He waved his wand and cast a quick Tempus like he had done in the Great Hall, only now he was slightly nervous. Albus exhaled lightly under his breath; nowhere near late, thank Merlin.

The room was much more comfortable in comparison to the last few years he had taken Divination with Trelawney. The air was clear, fresh, and no longer stuffy or tinted with alcohol. The classroom had also somehow expanded to encompass regular chairs and tables, which were on the other side of the professor’s desk; the new furniture he had nearly missed. He could guess his ex-girlfriend did, since she sat in one of the beanbag chairs. Or maybe she just preferred the plushiness to the normal Hogwarts chairs.

Albus greeted the female professor with a polite good morning and a nod, before his dropped into a beanbag set himself next to Lacey, who was reading an Ancient Runes book. “Hey, Lace, how have you been doing?” He placed a friendly kiss onto her cheek following the verbal greeting. “Sorry I didn’t get to see and speak with you yesterday. The first day has always been hectic for me. Sometimes I honestly think half the school’s population are my relatives.” He chuckled lightly, before bending down to grab a book from his own bag. With his luck it was Divination, and he opened to the first chapter, an introduction. He wondered briefly about what subject the Professor would begin teaching first.

(OOC: Terribly short...apologies.)

[Lacey Jones]

Lacey hadn't assumed she'd be that early for the class, and it surprised her how long it seemed it to take anyone else to get to class. She blamed it on the distance of the classroom in relation to the Great Hall, and turned swiftly as she heard the door open, happy for any sort of company at this point. Her face lit up when she saw Albus, and quickly moved her bag and books so that the seat at her table was available for him to share. He would probably move to another table once more Slytherins started to arrive, but for the time being, he was all hers.

"Hey Al." She said happily, smiling at the kiss on the cheek. Albus had always been the charming sort of fellow, if not a bit prude, but Lacey had always enjoyed their friendship and brief romance, even if it had amounted to not much by Lacey's standards. "And no worries, everyone's first day is hectic. Some first year gave me such a headache on the train with all their questions, I just was cooped up in my dorm all night with a headache. Missed the whole Gryffindor party and such." She said, adding a dissappointed sigh at the end before smirking at Al's comment.

"Half the school are your relatives, Albie." she teased, nudging him a bit with her elbow. "Makes it damn awkward for me at most parties too." she laughed, glancing away to put down her Ancient Runes text book for a moment. Most times, being a relative of someone wouldn't disqualify them for romantic advances in Lacey's book, but she respected Albus too much to start hitting on one of his cousins or relatives of some sort. It made it difficult though, since it seemed that they were literally everywhere all the time.

[Albus Potter]

He was rather pleased that she was willing to talk to him this morning – she didn’t have to do much with anything that happened with him last night, thank Merlin. Briefly, he wondered if Orion made it to the Hospital Wing and to his classes alright, but he shook himself roughly (all in his head of course) and turned away from his book to look at her properly while she was talking. “There wasn’t much to miss at the party, really, that you would have heard of or seen today. Not to mention the copies of the Hogwarts Tattler we saw around breakfast this morning.” Albus didn’t say anything about the actual events, just in case she didn’t know of who fought or who got together.

“Hey!” He laughed, retaliating back by poking her in the shoulder. “Don’t call me Albie. And I guess I am related to at least half of Hogwarts’ population in some way. And by the time we grow up into adults, everyone when we all marry each other and whatnot.” As jokingly as he said it, he couldn’t help but consider his older brother’s relationship with Gia Parker. Albus knew he had thought of it already, and didn’t mind the possibilities, but damn, those two were more antsy and dense than Rose and Allen. And from what he had heard and saw this morning, James forgot the most of last night’s party.

“Why would it be awkward for you at parties, Lace, if half the school is related to me? Wouldn’t that make it all the easier to be friendly? It’s not like I have a problem with you…Oh.” There was a pause in his words as a light dusting of pink danced over his cheeks, realizing the hidden undertone. ‘You wouldn’t suppose so as an outsider, but I guess we really are good friends.’ He tilted his head, eyes closing in thought, considering how to continue from his rather abrupt realization. Eventually he opened them again, green staring placidly, matching the expression on his face.

“I honestly wouldn’t mind if you were attracted to one of my relations, and started seriously flirting or whatever. It wouldn’t impact our relationship negatively, would it?” A hesitant note crept into his voice at the end of his dialogue, and he internally cursed his insecurity. ‘Unbecoming,’ was what echoed in his head, but Albus refused to let any more show.

(OOC: Brain dead. It can’t get any more awkward than this, can it?)