Third Years Lesson One

Mallory was both relieved and nervous to be back. She had set up the classroom again the way she liked, giving it a quick cleaning that morning before arranging her desk. Amara was curled up with Maxim underneath her large oak desk, fast asleep as well (as if she'd gone and spelled all her little minions to rest, when really it had just been a long night) and all of Mallory’s notes and lesson plans were arranged neatly on the desk itself, turned to face out to the rows of seats so she could sit and still supervise her students.

She had decorated the desk with a line of flowers, most of them shorter, creating a small barrier along the edge of the desk that she could still see over. She had taken care getting dressed that morning, her light powder blue robes swishing gently around her feet and her dark mahogany hair pulled back in a braided chignon. Peter was thankfully a calmer child, dramatic when he wanted to be, but fascinated with watching her to the point where she could get ready for the day. She wasn't sure how that would be with two babies, but she was excited to find out.

She rose from her desk as the students filed in, smiling kindly as the last of them settled in their seats. She clapped her hands lightly to get their attention, looking over the fresh young faces of the third years. “Dobroye utro, good morning my dears,” She greeted gently, her Russian accent a more subtle but still there. “My name is Professor Mallory Grayveson, and I’ll be your Professor until fifth year,” She raised a hand, the chalk raising to write out her name in an elegant script behind her.

By now, Mallory was feeling almost completely at ease. “Now, all of you have chosen to be here. I would love the chance to get to know each of you, and work on a personal study plan so I can assist each of you in the best way possible,” she spoke, looking out to the smaller group of third years.

“Today, I would like each of you to work together in groups, at least two each, please, and begin your reading for the semester. Today I’d like you to read over these charms, if you can,” She flicked her wrist, the board filling with the charms for the semester. “Take notes, write down any questions you may have, we’ll begin our charm work next week. I would like each of you to make an effort to stop in and see me, we can talk during todays lesson if you’d like, but my office is also open from breakfast until dinner every day. I want to see each of you personally before the next lesson so we can discuss what you’d like to get from this class,”

She smiled, sitting at her desk as she placed a hand on her growing baby bump. “That’s all for today, my dears,” she smiled fondly at her students.
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Rp for full marks

Charm List:
Cheering Charm
Locomotion Charm
Engorgement Charm
Shrinking Charm
Fire-Making Spell
Aparecium
Wand-Writing Spell

Visiting Mallory is optional but encouraged, message me on this account if you'd like to set something up.​

 

[Alana Cosgrove]

Alana settled into her seat in Professor Grayveson’s classroom, there was a welcoming atmosphere in the woman’s classroom as always thought she could do without her referring to them as dears all the time. She listened to Professor Grayveson discuss her wish to get to know them more and plan a personal study plan, Alana didn’t feel like she needed one the previous year and had no intention to get one this year. She paired up with one of her classmates and started to go through some of the spells they would be learning about during the year, she liked the sound of the fire-making and engorgement charms, though she couldn’t think what the point of the wand-writing charm was. Maybe she’d be proved wrong. Alana discussed things with her partner, they talked about what spells they were looking forward to and what they weren’t and made some notes. Once the lesson was over she packed up her notes and made her way out of the classroom.

 

[Magne Kleos]

Magne walked into the charms classroom, giving the professor a little wave as he made his way to the usual spot he took in the class. He looked up at the professor as the woman got started. He took his quill and wrote down what ht eprofessor told them about what they would be covering, and then paired up with some of the other students to be able to focus on working on the task the professor set them. The lesson was eventually wrapped up and he then headed out of the room.