Muggle Studies 7.3

[Professor Block]

Muggle Studies 7.3

[Professor Beckett]

m a s s a g e  t h e r a p y
get yo' comfy on

Time: 10:00 a.m.
Room: 152
Weather: sunny, warm

Classroom set-up is a bunch of comfy mats on the ground. Please find a partner for this lesson before the lesson begins.
Beckett is at the front of the room. Come on in and have a seat ^^

[Lisette Bonadeau]

Muggle Studies was supposed to be boring, wasn't it? The last class, some girl had been stabbed. Right in front of her, practically. And Auguste had gone to the rescue. The Quidditch captain was very brave, wasn't he? Lisette almost wished it had been her, so she could have been the one swept up in those strong arms. He was dreamy. There wasn't any getting around it. And she wanted him. Too bad he was dating that Hufflepuff. She was a pretty girl, but she didn't know how to flaunt it. Lisette did. And that was what she made sure to do before she headed off to Muggle Studies. She wanted to look prettier than usual, not that she wasn't beautiful already. But if Auguste or Xavier were in class, she wanted their attention.

She stepped into the classroom a few minutes later and looked around, a little confused. Was she really the first one there? Giving an uncertain smile to the professor, she went to sit down on one of the mats by herself. It was odd, not seeing anyone around. Usually she tried to get to class just after the majority of people arrived so she'd be able to choose who she wanted to sit by. Oh well. Today, they'd have a choice of sitting by her, and that could yield some amusing results as well.

[Professor Byrne]

Robert's animagus form was incredibly fitting when it came to Maddie Beckett; anything she asked him to do was a pleasure, and even if it wasn't he'd roll over and do it, just because she'd asked.  He'd never think to make the connection, but he really was puppyish over her; as such, he made his way to the Muggle Studies lesson she was teaching in perfect time - if a little early, he supposed - with several basic Muggle Studies textbooks in case any of the students should become stuck and he found himself unable to provide an answer they could use in an exam.  He was incredibly frail still, despite treatment from the hospital wing; it was hard to kick a lifetime's habit of undereating, and now that it had gotten worse it was still difficult to make him see that it wasn't good for him to skip breakfast - and every other meal, really - in order to complete some work.  He was living off soup and bread; most days, just one sitting of the latter.  Naively, he wondered if Maddie might not notice - of course, realistically, she was bound to.  He looked dreadful.  Pale in a very sickly way and undertaking the odd appearance of being stretched over himself, the difference in Robert was very apparent; he'd never quite looked healthy, but he'd never looked particularly unhealthy, per se; just a bit scrawny.  Now, it was a completely different story, and that story was one of malnutrition and the unwillingness to adapt his lifestyle to make it any better.  Robert's research had always been the most important thing - even if Maddie was creeping up to share with the top spot, his health certainly wasn't.

Still, even he understood that he was stressed, even if he didn't appreciate how stressed he was physically, and would have, uncertainly, admitted that any method of de-stressing could only be a good thing in a logical conversation.  Faced with comfy relaxation mats and very little else, however, he was somewhat confused; surely she wouldn't expect him to be much help in a lesson about physical exercise?  Of course, he'd try his best to help her anyway, even if it meant he made an utter fool of himself - even, he admitted to himself sheepishly, if she was doing it to make him look like an utter fool, though he doubted this.  He'd have believed on blind faith that she was a lovely person, but after living with her over last summer, he now didn't need to.  He knew she was a lovely person, and she even seemed to like him, against all odds - not like, but at least... like.  To him, at least, it made sense.  She wouldn't do anything like that, anyway.  He approached her in his confusion, books gathered awkwardly in his arms as though they seemed to want to escape from the stereotype that held them, and eventually put said load down as he greeted her, though he had some difficulty with bending down to set them on a surface.  "Hello, Maddie..." he looked around the classroom once more before looking back at her, bemused smile appearing ever-so-slightly on his face, which was somewhat too weak to express much emotion at the moment.  "What's all this, then?"  His Scottish accent had faded over time - partially due to his efforts to try and make it easier for her, specifically, to understand him - but it was still evident, and it appeared quite obviously in this last statement.  He hoped it wasn't annoying to her; he knew that some people disliked it.

[Lizzie Callaway]

LIzzie smiled as she made her way out of the common room of her house and out to the world. She was dressed in her robes and had her books with her.She had to go to Muggle Studies for class, so she could learn. She knew about some of the Muggle world but not quite enough of it. She smiled as she thought about how they lived lives just like them, but they had to keep their magic world a secret from them. She walked up the first set of stairs to the first floor. She passed by classrooms she had and smiled as teachers were talking or students were having fun in demonstration lessons. She thought about how she had fun doing htose her first year. AS she found her classroom she smiled as she walked into the room and stop to read the board. They had to find a partner and they were also sitting on the floor. She found a spot and took a seat. No one was in there but a girl she had never seen before.


She smiled up at the professor and thought it would be nice to say hello." Hllo professor Beckett, how are you today?" She liked to be nice to the Professor because getting on their bad side ment detention. She couldn't have detention, or her father would yank her out of the school and homeschool her or worse send her somewhere far. She crossed her legs and placed her book sin her lap as she flipped through them just looking at notes she had taken or stuff she had folded to memorize or look at again.

[Coco D’Serra]

Yet another class too attend. Coco had decided that she really did not have time for pathetic things such as classes; it wasn't like she needed them to become a model anyway. Giving a little sigh, the tall blonde Gryffindor entered the classroom with a look of disgust played across her face and it had been mainly because she hadn't had any sleep the night before, she was too busy thinking of her family and how they were surviving without her Coco had even decided to write a letter that she never got round to doing, well she would have to do it after class today. As Coco entered the room she realised that there was only two other students that she did not recognise and she guessed that they would be in a partnership, oh well, she would just have to wait for someone else to come in. Giving a little moan Coco placed herself on a mat and decided to wait for someone to come along who wanted to be her partner.

Staring at the mat she was sitting on for a little while, Coco realised that this subject may not be so bad, it was probably something that she'd know more about then most of the other subjects that she was clueless about. She spun around and decided to stair at the door and wait for the next person to come in and hoping that they would choose her to be their partner, of course if they didn't Coco would most likely stare them down all lesson and if Coco didn't get what she wanted then that meant that she would be in a bad mood for the rest of the day, which wasn't something that most people would want.

[Shez]

The boy found that he wasn't really a morning person and was lucky that no that many of the classes was earlier then 10am. Back muscles cramping, he had gotten up from the common room coach he had fallen asleep on reading late last night. Roscoe had trudge up to his dormitory and noticed he had about twenty minutes to class, grabbing one of his uniforms and his books he trudged off to the showers. Feeling awake and refreshed, after having grabbed a quick breakfast, he strolled down the corridors of the first floor til he found the classroom.

Peering in he noticed for once he was on time, though as his eyes glanced around the room and then to the board he slumped. He wasn't much for group work, though the board had massage therapy written on it. If that meant getting a massage, then woohoo, he thought as he really needed one from falling asleep in the chairs and couches over a book. As his grey eyes glanced over who he could potentially partner up with, he noticed that there was three girls and two professors in the room. Stars, he thought, as he would've tried partnering up with the teacher. As he found it easier to communicate with them then the other students. He thought about it for a few seconds as he stood by the door, noticing one of the girls a little off by herself. O well, he thought as he walked over to her. "Hello Miss, do you need a partner? Or are you waiting for someone?" He thought he should add in the last part, as some people were inseparable from their friends.

[Elena Grant]

Elena pulled on the fabric of Viggo's robes, trying to get him to stand up. "We'll be late for class - there's hardly anyone left in here." She glanced around the Great Hall. Yeah, everyone else had already gone to class. Technically Elena did not need to attend - she had been assigned prefect duties during the period and had asked to get her schedule switched. One last class to attend with her boyfriend before they were pulled apart for the summer. It wouldn't be awful - it wasn't anything she was unused to. There would be the social functions where they would awkwardly try to not make eye contact, but the rest of the summer Elena would spend working for the new Queen. The letter had come and she had eagerly responded, and now her plans were set. Anyway.

Walking into class with Viggo at her side, she saw that they weren't late at all. But what the . . . there were no chairs, nor desks. Mats, all over the floor. Great. Massage Therapy. Even better. She shot Viggo a look and gave him a warning roll of her eyes. The look was mostly to hide the flush of her cheeks. Class would be just . . . just the dandiest, wouldn't it. "We're not partners," she muttered dryly, smirking as she picked a mat in the corner of the room and looked at him, expectant.