OWLs Class (year 4th - 5th)

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So he was going to teach OWLs students today. A group of probably incompetent small baby rats that just took the course because they needed something to fill out their schedule. But he had a little surprise for them. Half of them were probably going to fail. He would not accept anyone who got a grade below O for his NEWTs program next year. However he needed to fix it next term, because this term seemed to be filled with incompetent rats in his NEWTs class as well. But since they were at the edge of their last years, they were far more serious than the group of imbeciles he was going to teach today.

Gabriel glanced over the empty classroom, and then at the watch hanging on the wall at the opposite end of his desk and the backboard behind it. He was sitting down with a quill in one pale hand and a piece of parchment in the other, correcting assignments from the younger students with a dissatisfied grimace on his unhealthily pale face with high cheekbones. Deep dark eyes glared at the first student who entered before he turned his attention back to the paper and ignored the others who strolled in afterwards.

There was still some time till the class began, and Gabriel had no intention to interact with the rat spawn before the lesson started. With a frown upon his face, the man wrote a big fat red T on one of the assignments and rolled it up, placing it in a pile of corrected ones before unfolding a new one that seemed to be fairly better written than the prior.

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Gwen groaned aloud as her gaze came upon the next class on her schedule. Any normal student hated History of Magic. As an exceptionally impetuous young girl, Gwen found the subject absolutely torturous. She was also quite certain that Professor von Adler would like to murder her as well. But then, Gwen expected that most people wished death upon her. In truth, she very much would have liked to murder von Adler, every single thing about the man made her sick with anger and excitement. What she hated most of all was her overpowering attraction towards him. She found him so cute and really didn't want to think like that about any man. The idea that she actually did like him was very disturbing to her.

She was approaching the door to his room now and steeled herself against his presence. She pretended the door handle was his neck and pulled it open with violent gusto. The act was ill advised however and she hurt her arm in the process. Distracted by the pain, she was momentarily stunned by Professor von Adler's glare. Gwen looked around the room, expecting a few other students to start chuckling at her. She was the first student to class. Gwen sighed with relief and began to move towards her assigned seat. She had to pass in front of the Professor's desk to get to her seat. She glanced at him quickly but he was busy marking a 'T', Gwen knew that the paper was likely her own. She cared very little. The sooner she could drop this course, the better she thought.

Gwen heard other students entering the room as she was taking to her seat. She ignored the students and glanced at the Professor once more. She attempted to hold a glare, but was able to keep her features hardened while looking at him. As someone Gwen assumed was another student passed close to her, she looked down and dropped her bag onto her lap and began to retrieve her History textbook. She placed the book on the desk in front of her. The back side was facing up as she returned to her back digging for a quill and ink set. Gwen was never an exceptional student but she could often pretend to be at times. Gwen had read ahead in all of her classes though she rarely retained the knowledge she gleaned for very long.

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OH I JUST

DIED

IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT

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To be honest, Elisa really didn't care about History of Magic class. Heck, she didn't care about any class at all. Professor Von Adler knew this perfectly, and she was part of the reason why he thought that fourth and fifth years were dumb and unmotivated. Which was not always true. But this certain class, for some reason, bred a lack of motivation that was contagious. Elly had heard that a class in the United States called Government did the same thing.
In years past Elisa had usually not shown up to History of Magic, but today she was here due to the sole fact that her friend had dared her to show up early to class all year. He thought that Elly couldn't break her habits and would always be late. But no, that's just how she chose to be. If she had the motivation to, she would nail class every time on the head. You lost a little sleep, but it was worth it in the end for some serious rewards from Hogsmeade, and just perhaps a potion that would do the trick for a couple of practical jokes. She would show them.

Elisa came in shortly after Gwennan did, slipping in and taking a seat close to the left middle of the room. It was lonely and cold in this place before the other students started to trickle in. The fact that there were no other Slytherins here, at least yet, made it worse. No one to talk to. And the teacher was marking a scroll with T and throwing it aside with a glare to the rest of the room. Not very sociable today, was he-- but was he ever sociable? Nope. That paper, it was probably hers. He seemed to like to give her Ts.
So she cracked open her textbook. Another big surprise. In years past she had often returned them to the seller unused- because she didn't care enough to study unless her grades were abysmal. Putting her elbow on the desk and then resting her chin on her palm, she propped herself up as she began to skim through the chapter she faintly remembered reading the class before. All of it went over her head. Good thing that Professor Von Adler's explanations made things clearer.

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@gabriel, @gwennan

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