Detention, Depths of the Castle, Tuesday

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Another bright, shining, and pink day had begun for the prisoners guests being held in detention, and while the morning started off the same as the day before, there was a strange sort of feeling in the air once people began waking up. A kind of... musical feeling, in fact.

Umbridge might have taken over the island, but the island still had a mind of her own, thank you very much.

[No, the barriers of detention cannot save you from Once More With Fandom Day! The OCD is up, so have at it!]

Morals and Loyalty: How to Live Under the Current Regime Without Sacrificing Your Integrity, Tuesday

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As with the previous weeks of class, the students would walk into a traditional classroom with wooden desks arranged in neat rows. Prof Tomoe and Warren waited quietly at the front of the room for the students to enter and take their assigned seats. Prof Tomoe kept rubbing at his right eye, for some reason.

"Last week," Warren began without preamble the moment the students looked as though they had settled in, "we spoke about what to do in case you run into somebody on the wrong side of the law whose life happens to be in danger. If any of you were paying attention in that class, you might have even passed the pop quiz we sprang on you at the end of the day. Your marks will be back to you next week, once Professor Tomoe and I have a chance to go over them. This week, we're going to tackle a new topic, and discuss just what to do if a certain species of the local wildlife bites one of your friends, causing them to attempt to break the rules laid out for us by Dolores Umbridge while they're under the influence."

( In which your teachers continue to be completely sane for the entire class period. )

The Origin of Things: Stolen Wizard Culture [Tuesday 07/24]

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"Hey, everyone," Troy said, smiling at his class as they sat down. "So, thanks for the essays on Shakespeare's theft of the stories by Albertus Wigglebottom; I'll have them marked and back to you next week. Today, though, we're going to take a look at one of my favorites: The Phantom of the Opera."

He passed around the week's handout, outlining the basic structure of the story and the highlights of the various adaptations. "Now, you may be thinking, 'But who stole it? Where did they steal it from?' Because there's the original novel," Troy explained, " and then all the different adaptations. The thing is, they all stole -- or, at least, the big ones did: Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber."

The best thing about this class, Troy mused, as he kept his face schooled in what he'd come to call his 'teacherface', was that he got to rag on Webber. Ryan would be so proud.

( Webber, )

Troy turned to the blackboard, writing out the questions for the week. "I want the first question turned in before the end of class," he explained, "but you can wait for next week to turn in your answer for question two, if you want -- it may take some outside research, if you don't know anything about Andrew Lloyd Webber."

[Please wait for OCD is up!]

English Grammar; Tuesday, Second Period [ 07/24 ].

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Valentine gave her students a soft little smile when they settled into theirs seats once again for their grammar class, most of it sympathetic because not even her subtle ways of trying to make the tedious curriculum interesting felt like enough (unless you were a complete nerd about this sort of thing like the teacher.

"Alright, guys," she said, once the clock had ticked over to precisely the time to stop, and she stood up from her desk to pick up the sheath of papers in front of her. There was a slight pause, as if something was about to swell up out of her mouth that may have sounded like music, but she was able to hold it back. Somehow, she didn't think Umbridge would approve of her busting out into a song about gerunds in the middle of a Very Serious Test day.

"I hope you all remembered to study, because you'll recall we've got our test today, rounding out our study of irregular verbs with a focus on the variations of the word 'lay.'"

Man, how she wished she could trust her students enough to make a comment about getting laid here, but, alas. She started to hand out the papers.

"Keep you eyes on your own paper, and keep quiet. That should certainly quell any desire you may have to feel musical today. When your finished, hand in your test and sit quietly until the period is over, then you may all leave."

Again, just the quickest flash of sympathy for them, but not enough that they could make a case for it. She moved back to the desk, sat in the chair, and nodded. "You may begin now."

[[ actually, you may begin when the OCD is up....NOW ]]

Modern Technology for Beginners, Tuesday, 7/24

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And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know...

Tyrion grimaced at his own (not very good) singing as he came before the class. "Right," he said rapidly. "We should start before I begin telling you all about the bear and the maiden fair. Welcome to another week of 'Modern Technology for Absolute Beginners,' or -- as our overlords might like me to put it -- 'Ways These Muggle Heresies Can Kill You.' This week's class is about automobiles, which are wheeled motor vehicles used for transporting passengers that carry their own engine or motor." He paused dryly there. "It's almost as if I'm not reading the definition from a book. At any rate, most users of the term specify that automobiles are designed to run primarily on roads, to have seating for one to eight people, typically have four wheels, and are constructed principally for the transport of people rather than goods."

"And," he added, "since I've been in one all of never, I'm not well-equipped to tell you more than that. Luckily we have a film clip all about cars and how they can kill you. Watch it, and let me know if you still have questions. As for me, I'll stick to horses."

[OOC: Video clip is a 1960 driver's ed thing that may get gory - watch at your own discretion.]

Tuesday Morning Announcements!

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Just like yesterday, Umbridge's voice rang out over the speakers this morning bright and early. Unlike yesterday, there wouldn't be just talking during these announcements. Oh, Umbridge's first (and only) Once More With Feeling day. She would learn to hate it.

"Good morning, children!" she started, sounding chipper. "Welcome to another wonderful day here on our fair island. Now, I know some of you out there have been naughty and I want to say I am very disappointed in you. I give you so much, allow you so many freedoms and this is how you show gratitude? Remember this, children, when I find you, I will make you pay for your insolence."

There was a brief silence.

"You will become a lesson to everyone who still wants to disobey. You all do remember Anakin Skywalker, correct? Do you remember what happened to him? I thought so. I am in charge here and you all need to remember that."

( And that's when Umbridge started singing... )

Seven Heavenly (And Proper) Virtues, Period #5, 7/24 [Temperance]

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Maybe it was hypocritical to have a demon teaching a class about virtue. But since when had the administration cared about hypocrisy?

More importantly, Callie liked to use the class as a way to torment her students. If pressed by Her Royal Pinkness, Callie would remind her that demons were supposed to tempt, and that she always turned over offenders for detention.

It was entirely too fun to make mortals squirm.

( Temperance )

Umbridge High Main Office, Tuesday, July 24th

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Someone in the office was pounding their desk with stacks of paper. Someone else was stapling. There was a cough. A mouseclick. Ah ah, someone just peeled an orange...

Momoko tapped her new watch to see if it was still working. It seemed to be, despite how it felt. Today was already becoming one of those days where being an office manager totally was not fun, all this waiting when she wanted to be doing something.

Another cough, followed by a sniffle. The printer cycled like it was going to print, then didn't.

And finally, Head of Accounting returned with the morning tea.

"Where did you go, China?"

The Head of Accounting blinked. And then sang*.

"Slow machines and real long lines
The normal girl was out this time
So no one had our order prepared

I left here at the quarter hour
And it’s way off in that dreadful tower

And let’s not talk of all of those stairs!

So I’m sorry
For taking so much time
To bring back tea and biscuits
For free…"

Momoko held up a hand, mortified. "You are totally doing that on purpose, right?"

It was TOTALLY going to be one of those days in the Administration Office.

Again.

*To the tune of Jonas Brothers' "Sorry"

[OOC: OCD free for anyone who wants to come bother Momoko (in SP) with pesky school-related technical stuffs or just chat. Or if you're looking to be a bother to the School Administration as represented by a FINALLY caffeinated (but still slightly bored) imperio-ed red-headed office manager!]

Library, Tuesday 7/24

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Like a good little witch, Cassie was there to work her library shift. She was not at all amused to find that some of the books were in the wrong place and her feelings about that kind of shoddiness were obvious as she re-shelved them in their correct destination.

Without planning on it -- because why would anyone plan on this happening? -- Cassie found herself singing as she went about her usual duties.

( She hated today... )

Cassie sputterd in the section of books on ethics where she ended up after her song and dance routine.

"I am not cheap."

Way to focus on the important things, Cassie.