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[bobthewizard]

[[Filtered to Bob's students]]

Welcome to Ancient Runes. For those who may think this class dry and academic, it is anything but. The written word, well-crafted and adeptly positioned, is used in all kinds of magic, from warding to Potions to Transfiguration -- and a misplaced line in a written spell can twist, nullify, or destroy. During the year, we will explore lettering systems in languages ancient and modern, learn how letters are written, and discover what means and mediums are used in different types of magic.

During the first class, we will concentrate on standard second-year runes: Cirth, Phoenician runes, and the Elder, Younger, and Anglo-Saxon Futhark. We will learn -- or refresh our memories -- about who invented them, when and where they were used, and how the first wizards learned to control the awesome power of symbolic language.

*instructions for nonexistent second-years go here* Older years will need to bring Smedly Lurge's Deciphering Ancient Runes to class, along with a standard quill, multicolored ink, and two rolls of parchment. Those who need an extra copy of the main textbook will find it in the classroom tomorrow. For later lessons, you may need a sturdy pair of dragon-skin gloves. *ominous smile* It is as well to be prepared for anything in this class..... anything at all.

--Professor Bainbridge


[[Welcome to Bob's first class as a teacher. ^^ Feel free to mess about, or post an ooc note saying what your character did here.]]

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[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

*meanders into class*

Hello! See, I made it on time and brought the orange!

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

*turns, can't suppress an expression of consternation at Daisya's large can of bright orange paint*

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

"This should last me the year, don't you think?"

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

*deadpan* I wouldn't doubt it. Why don't you put it under the desk until you need it?


[[Mistaaaaake! XD]]

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

"But I just took off the lid! Someone might knock it over, or I might. Or someone might say it is their can of Safety Orange colored paint."

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

..You can do a simple sealing charm, can't you? Seal it up and write your name on it, if you don't want it meddled with!

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

But I don't have my paint can opener. So if I seal it I can't use it.

Unless you don't mind

this color

. *holds up a jar of ink*

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

...

*reflects that advising him to reopen it with a charm might have unintended (and very colorful) consequences*

Close it anyway; you won't be using it in this class. If we use industrial paint in later classes, I will advise you so that you can bring the paint can opener when appropriate.

*squints at the ink* ..You won't be able to see that against the parchment!

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

*stares at the ink and holds up a piece of parchment with the ink on it* Yes I can, see? Two totally different colors.

[l-awliet.livejournal.com]

*walks in, deadpan.* *sits down in third row in his usual shoe-less, slouched over manner. Then looks up.*

Why hello there, Professor.

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

*totally wrong-footed for a moment* Where are your shoes!?

..Mr. Ryuzaki, I believe?

[l-awliet.livejournal.com]

*brings feet up onto seat of chair and hugs knees loosely.*

But of course, Professor. It's good to meet you in the flesh. *what is this L; why're you teasin' teachers*

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

*looks sharply at him; is oh so glad L and Daisya are in different years*

Nice to have an opportunity to meet the man behind the name.

[l-awliet.livejournal.com]

Isn't it always. *pulls down bottom lip a bit with forefinger*

So how's the cat? Pardon, I meant 'your' cat.

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

................

Much better, thank you.

[l-awliet.livejournal.com]

Have you named it yet? Naming promotes emotional connections.

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

*leans over your desk, all spectral-like*

Marco.


[[Translation: This is all YOUR fault, because I can in no way work out how it could be my fault. XDDDD]]

[dib-wizard.livejournal.com]

*slinks in and sits in a seat in his own little corner. He then sits there, mostly staring blankly at the black, tattoo-like stain on his hand, a product from his last visit to this classroom*

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

*is writing the lesson in glowing letters above his desk, so they show up nicely against the blackboard at the front of the room*

Everybody has their books, I trust?

[tria-carmot.livejournal.com]

*plunks a bag down with all the requisite materials down onto a desk and takes a seat*

'Morning, Professor. *looks as if he's not particularly enthused about his last year of Ancient Runes*

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

*nods in greeting, thinking Guess who's going to demonstrate the homework on the board.....

[tria-carmot.livejournal.com]

*bringing out parchment and stuff*

*pauses as his hand skims over a pair of dragonskin gloves, then he raises a hand up in question* ... Professor? Why is there a need for the gloves?

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

...

I'm glad you asked. *evil smirk* We'll be working with volatile materials for part of the year. *indicates a shelf of ominous flasks and a pile of rough slates in one corner*

[tria-carmot.livejournal.com]

*looks over at them with interest* Really? Would that be anything to do with the Runes of Requiem covered briefly last year?

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

*cagey* It might. It might also have to do with acid.


[[As in the Requiem Runes from Rune Quake? XD]]