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Post by Syhinad Taikal on Jan 2, 2008 12:57:23 GMT -5
After the winter holidays had been enjoyed and much relaxation was had on both student and professor alike, Syhinad was waiting in his class room, gazing out the window across the snow covered fields of the hogwarts castle.
He sighed, it was almost time for the class to begin and he turned, sitting down to watch the door.
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Post by Keladry Lindenshield on Jan 2, 2008 16:50:23 GMT -5
((OOC: Ummm. . . never mind! I guess I will post here! I'll just use this post so that way Kel won't be late.)) Kel padded into class quietly, her soft-soled boots scuffing almost silently against the worn flagstones of the castle floor. She smiled happily at Professor Taikal, then slipped onto the wooden bench of a desk near the front of the classroom. She arranged her things and pulled out her notebook, working on a fresh picture. She was doing a detailed sketch of a ballerina. She had started at the bottom of the long poofy dress, and after she had worked her way up, she would put on the shadows and wrinkles of the complicated dress. It would be hard, but Kel believed she would be able to do it by the end of term. ((A link for you: operachic.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/29/ferriheader.jpg))
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Neoma Tsylence
Hufflepuff
1st Year Student
Those who wander are not always lost...
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Post by Neoma Tsylence on Jan 2, 2008 18:02:11 GMT -5
Neoma pushed open the large doors that admitted her into the classroom. She poked her head in to peek inside, almost half the classroom was filled with students by the time she had arrived.
She slipped inside and tippy toed to one of the seats in the front-middle rows. She sat down, taking out her text book and wand before lacing her fingers together and placing them on the desk. She rubbed her lips together, a sort of nervous habit of hers, and looked up at the Professor.
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