David Pierce
Professor
Posts: 18
Age: 36
Sexuality: 'Straight'
Gender: Male
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Alias: Armageddon
Occupation: DaDA Professor | Corvus Head
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Post by David Pierce on Dec 30, 2016 17:36:47 GMT -5
What are you most afraid of? Professor Pierce had acquired the Boggart about a week ago, and it had been in the chest since. He hadn't told his students about it of course, as that would have given them time to attempt to overcome their fears. David had wanted an unbiased view of how well they did when confronted with their own personal demons.
Of course, facing a Boggart was easily a third year exercise, this was as close as he would come to giving his students an easy day. He did not believe in idle minds, nor in lazy work.
After waving the desks off to the side, and leaving a decently cleared area for the exercise, he waited for his pupils to arive. Curiosity ensnared each of them as they began to shuffle in, the Boggart thumping and bashing inside the chest.
"Good afternoon. Today we will be facing a Boggart. While many of you will no doubt find this a simple task, you will be confronted with your deepest fear, and as such, you may reconsider. That in mind, this exercise will count for a quarter of your grade for this semester. Anyone who cannot banish their Boggart will receive a zero. Equally, anyone who refuses to participate in the exercise, will also receive a zero."
He looked out to the class and did his best attempt at a pleasant smile, though on David it came out much more sadistic and eerie than pleasant. "Any questions?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 21:01:23 GMT -5
wrestling empty shadows
At least she wasn’t attending class in a cat sweater. With her books pressed tightly to her chest like a shield, Vera navigated the winding hallways to her next course: Defense Against The Dark Arts. It would be the first time she’d officially met her head of house, and after Mal’s description of Professor Pierce’s unique personality she was biting down on her tongue quite hard (not literally). She didn’t want to make a foul first impression. Approaching the classroom door, she noted how plenty of students hovered nearby; not quite stepping in and not quite staying out in the hall either. She approached curiously; pushing herself up on her toes to get a good look over a shorter classmate’s head. The desks had been shoved aside to either wall and Prof. Pierce was standing near a trembling chest with an unnerving smile on his face. Slowly the students started to file in as they decided it was best to just suffer through the lesson. Vera stood near the middle; wary eyes on the chest and the professor as she cradled her books tighter to her torso. A boggart? Hadn’t they already covered this in a previous year? Vera hadn’t done very well against her first experience with the shapeshifting beast in America, but the cost also hadn’t been a quarter of her grade! She felt her palms start to sweat as she shifted her weight between the balls of her feet mindlessly. Any questions? ”How do we not participate without failing?” She breathed so quietly she was sure no one else would be able to hear her. Vera kept her lips pursed in a thin line and moved to set her belongings down on one of the desks at the side of the classroom and reached up to scratch at the bridge of her nose beneath the pointless glasses she wore. template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Rhett Miller
Equuleus House
Posts: 31 
Age: 17
Sexuality: Homosexual
Gender: Male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/125/experiment-daydreaming-lor-plotter
Tracker: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/362/awake-alive-lor-tracker
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Alias: Lor
Occupation: 7th Year
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/113/miller-rhett-isaiah
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Post by Rhett Miller on Dec 30, 2016 22:04:41 GMT -5
another coughing, shaking fit
On a scale of one to music for Rhett's favorite classes, Defense Against the Dark Arts was definitely not high on the rating. it wasn't that he was bad at the class, because he wasn't, it was more that he saw Professor Pierce as a professor that was best in small doses. Very small doses. Professor Pierce made Rhett think of a cat watching its prey. He really didn't want to be the prey. Especially not today. Today had been a not great day. He woke up late and just didn't want to get out of bed. He was still raked with guilt over the incident with Kameron...not that Hayden had any clue. On top of that he still felt horrible for hurting his boyfriend like he did. A hand went through his hair as he made his way into the DADA class, barely slipping in on time. Instantly his ears picked up on the shaking chest and his mouth went dry. Please don't let it be a boggart. Please not a boggart... David's words made him want to groan. But groaning would draw attention to himself. His hands felt clammy and his heart was already thumping and he hadn't even had to go up yet. Quietly, he slipped behind everyone else, using the question from the new girl as a distraction to his movements. If he could he would have given her the District 12 salute, and as it were, he caught her eye as he got in line behind her, giving her a small shake as if to say 'Wrooooong question.' template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Victor W. Creed
Ophiuchus House
Can someone direct me to a remove a stick from their ass Doctor?
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Post by Victor W. Creed on Dec 30, 2016 23:50:17 GMT -5
Victor had been first to class, he always was especially with Professor Pierce being his head of house the man very high expectations from his house and Vic was smart enough to be the kids ass. However, Defense Against the Dark Arts just happened to be one of his favorite classes after dueling.
With the details of the lesson given Vic leaped from his desk with his light brown colored want in hand, gripped tightly in hand. The adrenaline of casting a spell was pumping through Victor and it was always as such. A few years back Vic faced a similar lesson with a Boggart and after a near freeze up (he was just busting as a strong spell caster) Vic accomplished the task and banished the Boggart on his first try! The only student that day, fear wasn't a skill a aspiring duelist grew on.
"Well you could just sit back down love," he grinned at her with a sly arrogant air about him and his eyes glazed over made his soft blue eyes sparkle, "Watch a man," he looked around the class at all the faces of people he's spent his wizard training career with and outside he smirked while inside he loathed them, "A wizard I mean, work."
His attitude wasn't new to his peers he cared nothing for them liking him, they hated him back. However he begged for their respect, which he mostly had through his brilliant mind, menacing bullying and wand work. Pulling his wild hair back into a pony tail Vic raised his wand for his first attempt at the Boggart.
The door swung open slowly emitting a deep guttural growl, Vic's hair on his arm stood stiff and gooseflesh covered his arm, but he knew what was coming. The same undying fear he had always had as a child was standing on the inside, a werewolve. The same fear he beat last time.
Over his last vacation Vic had begun to study wordless magic, a advanced form of magic where the caster had to be very strong willed to preform. Another growl and finally the werewolf emerged! The shaking in his hand stilled, mouth dry, and he began to concentrate on a less intimidating version of the werewolf. Then he combined the image with the spell Riddikulus. In his head all these multiple things were going on that most wizards his age couldn't break down without a few more years of study but Vic was no ordinary young wizard, he was paired with a tough wand that after his first year bent to his will and helped him cast powerful spells. It was an extension of his mind at the moment and....
*POOF!*
The werewolf was engulfed in blackness and turned into a cute wolf cub in boots that made it awkward to move. Vic erupted in laughter as he turned to the class covered in sweat from the exhaustion of concentration and took a bow.
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Evan W. Rosier
Ophiuchus House
Posts: 11
Age: 17
Sexuality: Bi
Gender: Male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/69/astral-dimensions-vels-plotter
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Alias: Vel
Occupation: 7th Year Student
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/149/rosier-evan-wilmot
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Post by Evan W. Rosier on Dec 31, 2016 2:37:09 GMT -5
even the boggart doesn't know Evan pushed off the edge of the bookcase as he watched, almost as if he were mirroring Rhett's imagery of Professor Pierce. He watched every single step that Victor took, every single motion, the way his mouth moved as he spoke. "There is no need to talk to a lovely lady in that tone Creed, this isn't the 1950s." Every action he took reminded him of the way his parents had acted. Elitist actually, and he had to share the same dorm with this twat. Evan had found himself fiddling with his wand, to keep the thoughts at bay. His brows furrowing on the occasion as he had straighten his shirt, fingers adjusting the hem and collar. Thankful to be done with the gaudy uniforms, but still the collar seemed to be a bit too tight around his neck as he sucked in a breath. Willing himself to set it aside.
"Professor Pierce. May I attempt the boggart last or next to last? Eric and I have faced multiple on our property in Poole, we're both familiar with their qualities and have definitely been able to cast Riddikulus on many occasions. Such as our fears, we're aware of what they'll do. Not being cocky or showy, just stating the facts. And asking a question like we were supposed to do before we actually began the lesson. Rather than jumping in on our own accords and following the rules of your classroom unlike this prick I so joyously have to room with. Really. It's a pleasure." It was clear that he was displeased, everything about his body reeked of detest. No he did not respect him. In one fell swoop, the way he had spoke about Vera nulled any form he had. Not that he had any to begin with, but as a lady she deserved more respect than that floppy haired ninny who acted as if he owned the school and the classroom. Both things he did not. The only people that owned the school and this particular classroom had been the Beauregard family. Unless something had changed in the funding which he was more than certain nothing had.
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David Pierce
Professor
Posts: 18
Age: 36
Sexuality: 'Straight'
Gender: Male
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Alias: Armageddon
Occupation: DaDA Professor | Corvus Head
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Post by David Pierce on Dec 31, 2016 13:37:29 GMT -5
David, as per was customary in his class, waited for any questions concerning the grading portion of the exercise, and yes Miss Weatherford...he did hear that. But today he let it slide, not only because of how quietly she had said it but because he was actually in a fairly decent mood. He had just gotten his newest shipment of tea and that always made him a little more...personable.
However..
As no questions arose, he looked out to the students and opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted. Instantly the attempt at a pleasant smile dropped to his usual iciness and more, his arms crossing as he watched the student so bold as to interrupt one of his lessons.
He watched Mr. Creed like a hawk circling a rabbit, irritation more than evident in his gaze as he waited for him to finish, casting the boggart back into the chest before he turned to him to speak.
"Mr. Creed. I understand it is the beginning of the semester, but my classroom has rules. Had you not interrupted me and waited until I said you were able to begin, you would have learned that in order to receive your grade, since we have covered boggarts previously, you must incorporate polka dots or a clown nose into your humorous banishment. " he walked the length of the area as he spoke, tapping his wand against his palm.
"Likewise, interruptions and showing off are not permitted in my classroom as I detest those who have some infantile need to impress people when they are here to learn. I expect you all to proceed to the best of your ability, but I also expect you not to make some grand show of it in the process. " he turned back to Mr. Creed and gestured him to the back of the room before looking to Evan. "You may go next to last, Mr. Rosier."
Once more he turned back to the class, looking over them before he cleared his throat "As you all have heard me inform Mr. Creed, today you are facing a boggart, and as we have faced them before, to receive your grade for this exercise, you must incorporate polka dots or a clown nose into your humourous banishment. For those of you who may have forgotten, to banish a boggart you must use the spell 'Riddikulus.' Now. If you will all move into three short lines, we may begin. " he strode back over to the chest, releasing the boggart once they formed the lines, and gestured the first student forward.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2016 16:18:00 GMT -5
wrestling empty shadows
Alright. That wasn’t as whispered as she thought, Vera realized with a wince as the boy subtly shook her head at her after getting behind her in line. Her frown was slight, her eyecontact brief, as if she were trying to decide if she should just take the zero or not. Rolling her lips together, she reached up and nervously adjusted her hat and glasses; being sure to keep much of her visage obscured. Dropping her hands to cross her arms defensively over her chest, her gaze narrowed and lips twisted down in a dark scowl at the jerk in front of her. Love? Watch a man do it? ”Excuse me?” Came before she could stop herself; her incredulous tone biting. He wasn’t paying any more attention to her, though. Stepping forward and showing off like an attention-seeking mutt. Vera couldn’t stop glaring at him; her nails biting into the flesh of her arms as she watched his boggart snarl and crawl out of the chest. The wicked wish for it to be real and maul the prick’s face off came to the forefront of Vera’s mind and she snapped her head quickly to the side to try and dispel the imagery. It’d been too long since she’d gotten her hands on something to help ease the tension. Mal had mentioned a metal shop in the school. She’d have to find that later before she blew her lid. Vera may be small, but her temper was atomic. A blond she admittedly hadn’t even noticed spoke after the showboater was finished, and Vera studied him quietly before a small smile lifted her frown. It was as close to a thank you she could muster as the reality of facing her greatest fears in front of a whole new class of peers started to grip at her spine. A quick glance around the room showed her some students were not phased, much like the blonde boy as Professor Pierce granted him permission to go last. She watched him walk to the back of the classroom and then met the eyes of the kid behind her again. He looked about as thrilled as she felt. Her lips turned into a bare smile again, and she nodded to him in a small show of camaraderie. At least they weren’t alone? Turning back around, she looked up to the front of the room as the lines formed as Pierce requested. Three short lines, just a handful of students each. Vera stood in the middle of the centerline, eyes glued on the creature as it started to crawl out of the chest once again to face the first student to step up. Vera did quick math. Four students before she had to face the thing. Four nightmares to be turned into something hilarious - polka dots and clown noses required. Suddenly Professor Pierce was waving her forward. She blinked and looked to either side of her. What?! Already!? Lost in her thoughts she hadn’t realized her turn was coming up, and she was not prepared. Frowning, but determined, Vera stepped forward as the confused boggart started to shake the polka dots of the previous student’s Riddikulus off of it. When the creature faced Vera, an angry clench of it’s teeth appeared first. It’s face morphed into one that looked so similar to Vera it was confusing on if it was really supposed to be her or not. But the hair was white-blonde, and the face incredibly enthralling despite the smeared makeup and cruel expression. Blue eyes as sharp as daggers pouring contempt toward the witch that stood before it. Just as quickly as the face was clearly not Vera’s, it began to change. Ash-gold hair washed over the blonde, the nose shrank and the mouth filled out until Vera stood facing herself; older, full of rage and bourbon. Scales started to burst out from under the flesh of the cheeks, bare, bony wings with wilting black feathers striking toward the ceiling from her replica’s back as it’s nose elongated into a razor sharp beak. Vera was shaking as she rose her wand up; fighting to hold the wand still as she aimed. The thing looked as effective as an umbrella with a hole on it. But something welled inside of Vera just before it looked as though she weren’t going to make it. ”Riddikulus!”There was nothing for half a second. Not a sound or a light or a twitch from the boggart. But then, as Vera’s lungs exhaled, the creature started to fold in on itself; over and over again like origami until a little polka-dot paper swan dropped to the ground. She turned and moved away from the front of the class as if she’d been struck; heading straight to the back of the class with her arms firmly crossed, hat down to cover her face and blurry eyes glaring a hole through the ground. template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Izabella A. Bogatyryova
Ophiuchus House
Posts: 33
Age: 17
Sexuality: Pansexual
Gender: Arranged
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/125/experiment-daydreaming-lor-plotter
Tracker: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/362/awake-alive-lor-tracker
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Alias: Lor
Occupation: 7th Year Ophiuchus
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/93/bogatyryova-izabella-alexeievna
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Post by Izabella A. Bogatyryova on Dec 31, 2016 19:10:36 GMT -5
shackles, bound, and fading
Izabella stood off to the side of the room, watching the way the dominoes fell. Professor Pierce had seemed to be in a semi okay mood for once...and then Creed opened his mouth and decided to show off like he enjoyed doing. She had to suppress the sigh that wanted to escape as she exchanged a look with Ivan. It was almost painful to watch. Or well, she thought so. Her twin on the other hand had the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he leaned against the desk in the back near Evan and Eric.
It was already shaping up to be another great year at Beauregard.
Listening to the addition of instructions, Izabella took her place behind the new Corvus girl. Vera, if she recalled correctly. Vera only paused for the briefest of seconds before easily vanquishing the boggart and she gave her a nod as she walked past. For her own part, she already had her wand out. It was a no brainer for her on what the boggart would turn into. The golden ring on her finger seemed to burn into her skin as a reminder that her fear was going to win in the end.
One confident step in front of the other brought her in front of the boggart as it twisted and changed until it formed into the figure of her father, chains in hand, coming forward to bind her. Unlike her twin, her fear had an easy manifestation for a creature that thrived off fear. It moved towards her slowly, chains clanking as she slowly circled it. Tilting her head to the side, she raised her wand.
"Riddikulus." Her voice was soft as she flicked her wand at it dismissively. The chains that her father was carrying turned into a giant polka dotted boa constrictor. A giggle could be heard from her as the snake slithered up and wrapped around her father's throat, slowly choking him to death. He even had the clown nose.
Turning, she looked at Vera, before glancing back at Creed, the figure of her father in boggart form still writhing and gasping for air. "And that is how witches do it. Love." Her tone was ice cold. Granted, it was nearly the same tone she used for everyone. She might not be friends with the other witch, but she'd be damned if she wasn't going to make a point to the idiot in her House that, well, he was an idiot.
Ivan watched this all about as dispassionately as normal. The fact that his sister was incredibly gifted in magic was lost on no one, certainly not him. He knew, quite well, that she was his better in many areas, and it did irritate him inside. Still, he enjoyed when she did well. Family pride and all that. As the line continued he looked up at towards the front. "Professor, if the boggart is going to be unable to obtain a form for our fear, may we be exempt without a zero? Or would you still like the attempt?"
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Rhett Miller
Equuleus House
Posts: 31
Age: 17
Sexuality: Homosexual
Gender: Male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/125/experiment-daydreaming-lor-plotter
Tracker: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/362/awake-alive-lor-tracker
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Alias: Lor
Occupation: 7th Year
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/113/miller-rhett-isaiah
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Post by Rhett Miller on Dec 31, 2016 19:21:09 GMT -5
another coughing, shaking fit
Rhett wasn't normally one to be given in to negative emotions, but the moment that Victor treated Vera the way he did, the mild tempered boy wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was people who acted like that to anyone. Plus, today really wasn't a good day for him. As he got near the middle of the line, he returned the girl's smile with a bare lift of his own lips. It was strained, that much was obvious, and he hoped she knew it wasn't from her, but from the idea of dealing with his fears. As he stood in line, wand in hand, his heart was thumping. It at least didn't keep him from tripping Victor as he walked past though. Arrogant jackass. " I hope Pippindorio bites you." he mumbled as the briefest of smirks crossed his face before he turned his attention back to the boggart, certain the other boy wouldn't be sure who actually tripped him. He wiped a hand across his forehead as he shakily stood in front of it. Slowly the boggart turned and looked at him. It took a step in his direction and started changing until he was looking at his own reflection. But the boggart-Rhett's skin was blue and clammy, entire body showing the obvious signs of being drowned. Instiinctvely the black haired boy took a step back. His eyes were wide as he looked at the manifested fear in front of him. Another step back had him run into someone on accident. His body was shaking. Heart pounding. The sounds of his peers around him turned into a soft buzz as all he could hear was his brothers' laughing voices and the gun shot sound of ice cracking. He could feel the icy water around him as he looked into the dead and haunted eyes of the boggart, trying to remember the spell to beat it. template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Victor W. Creed
Ophiuchus House
Can someone direct me to a remove a stick from their ass Doctor?
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Gender: Playing
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Alias: Vic
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Post by Victor W. Creed on Jan 1, 2017 23:30:36 GMT -5
Victor felt froze as the Professor viciously chew him out, he of course kicked himself for his blatant cockiness which made him turn blood red. Embarrassment. Made a fool by only himself, he turned on his heels and jetted for the back of the class his wild hair covering his shame.
He almost apologised to the Weatherford girl until someone, whether intentional or accidentally tried to trip him, Victor knew the latter was more evident. Vic eyed them all before shooting a quick finger and took his spot in the back with arms crossed and head down.
"Fuck them," he thought.
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Evan W. Rosier
Ophiuchus House
Posts: 11
Age: 17
Sexuality: Bi
Gender: Male
Plotter: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/69/astral-dimensions-vels-plotter
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Alias: Vel
Occupation: 7th Year Student
Application: http://beauregardacademy.boards.net/thread/149/rosier-evan-wilmot
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Post by Evan W. Rosier on Jan 1, 2017 23:57:17 GMT -5
There was a fine line that never should have been crossed. In order to earn respect one must show that they deserve. Evan made way to the back of the room silently, second to last was just fine. Honestly he didn't care when he went, he still was going to face the boggart. Something as simple as fear would never phase him like it did some other students. No, his fears were much more complex than that. After having suffered a complete mental break due to the nature he was born, nothing could terrify him, no werewolves, vampires, anything that went bump in the night. For as far as Evan was concerned he was the bump in the night and the fears he had revolved around that. It was something he had thought long an hard about. Mental issues, unable to remember faces, a forced block to eliminate anyone who has ever done him wrong in his life. These were all things he had gone through. Though Ezra, Eric and Ashlin were the only three people in the world who meant anything to him, they could do no wrong by the light of his eye.
Evan perched himself on the desk as he had watched the other student confront their gravest fears, their most revolting fears. Things that no one should ever be afraid of. Pippindori was a werewolf and anyone who didn't know that was a blubbering idiot. Though his ears perked and he looked over to Vera as the Boggart dropped in it's paper like form, a soft lilt of applause coming from his hands. Ivan had brought up a good point, but even if his fear couldn't take solid form, it was still possible that it could happen. Keeping his mouth shut he glanced over to Vera and then to Eric a smirk on his face before he saw Rhett freezing up infront of not-Rhett. The sight before him was actually interesting, oddly specific and such, but drowning was nothing. Drowning in freezing water was also nothing. At least to the blonde curly hair Ophiuchus boy, these were all simple and rather lame phobias.
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