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Journalism 101/201 (Wednesday, January 11 - 5th period)

“Good afternoon, children,” Rita said with a smile, watching the students file in. “I’m Professor Rita Skeeter. Please sign in as you enter, and take a handout."

On the corner of the desk rested a small pile of what might appear to be very old paper, a slender piece of wood and an acid green feather.

"So. You all want to be little reporters. How absolutely darling."

Her smile widened. It was an itty-bitty bit scary.

She perched on the desk, crossing her legs and smoothing her rather tight skirt. "Since I’m absolutely thrilled to have you all in my class, I want to learn about you. Introduce yourself, say your age and where you’re from, what you want to be when you grow up, and something that makes you absolutely unique. Why are you special?

“I’ll go first. I’m Rita Skeeter. You may call me Professor or Ms. Skeeter. I’m thirty-six, most lately of London. I’m a rather well-known journalist,” she laughed, “though I naturally wouldn’t expect many of you to know my work. Muggles often don’t. And as for my uniqueness...well, I grade your papers, and I won’t hesitate to use highly creative measures to enforce in my classroom. I doubt any other teachers have the capability or willingness to jinx naughty boys and girls.”

She tilted her head expectantly, seeming to wait for someone to volunteer.

[ooc: OCD threads ~~going~~ are up]

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Draco signs in and takes a handout. He sits near the front of the class. ~~Suck up!~~

Anakin, still not sure what had possessed him to sign up for this class, signed in.

Peter signs in. The professor seems much less terrifying than Mr. Jameson was.

Clark scoots into class just a moment late, and signs in. He takes a seat towards the back.

Wondering why she was willingly spending more time in this woman's company ~~when she could be in the TA lounge with her boyfriend omg~~, Callisto sat out of the way of the rest of the students, like a good little ~~minion~~ TA.

Rose signs in and takes a handout.

Quinn is here! ~~Yay for finding links late!~~

...

Draco decided to go first. Not that he needed to really as he was sure Ms. Skeeter had dug around his family history some time ago.

"I'm Draco Malfoy. I'm sixteen years old and I live in Wiltshire, England normally. I um...don't really know what I want to be when I grow up. Probably something involving politics like my father-but I don't want to be too much like my father." he adds quickly, remembering that Rita probably knew his father was in prison. "As for something special about me...~~I am filthy stinking rich~~ I'd like to think I'm a pretty good wizard. And I was turned into a ferret once."

Anakin listened to Draco's introduction, then tossed a note onto his desk. Are you the reason I kept getting messages about ferret sex on my machine last week?

Draco opens up the note and actually breathes a sigh of relief. He thought he was the only one getting weird ferret sex messages. He quickly scribbled a note to Anakin. No way did that involve me. I got one of those messages too. It seems like we have a weird pervert in our ranks.

Just when I thought this school couldn't get any weirder...wonder if the pool-scouring had anything to do with ferret sex?

Can ferrets swim? Well I guess you could put little water wings on them...

Draco threw it over to Anakin. About two seconds had passed before he realized how dumb he sounded.

What's a water wing?

When little kids can't swim parents will put these mini rafts around their arms. It makes it kind of hard to move but you won't sink.

Anakin got the sudden mental image of ferrets wearing floating rafts around their arms and had to hold in a snicker.

I'd scour the pool, too, if I came in and saw floating ferrets having sex.

"Why, Draco, you just get handsomer every time I see you. Do tell your mummy and daddy I said hello," Rita smiled.

Draco gives Ms. Skeeter his best suck up smile. "Why thank you Ms. Skeeter. I'll be sure to tell Mother that you said hello." he says "And may I say that you have gotten only more beautiful since I've seen you last."

Anakin cleared his throat. "Um, I'm Anakin Skywalker. I'm seventeen years old and from Coruscant--the planetary capital of my galaxy--by way of Tatooine, a desert planet of pretty much no use to anyone. When I graduate I'm heading back to Coruscant to finish my training as a Jedi. Jedi are an elite order of warrior-diplomats where I come from," he explained to Rita ~~like a dumbass~~. "I want to be the greatest Jedi in the history of my order, which has been around for 25 millennia, so that might be a bit of an unachievable goal," he continued with a small smile. He yanked at his braid. "As for what makes me unique? Um. The Jedi think I'm the fulfillment of a prophecy. Around here that's apparently not so unusual."

Rita blinked slowly, on the desk, the quill bounced up to attention.

"Fulfillment of a prophecy now?" she asked sweetly. "I suppose that'd make you rather...famous?"

Anakin's cheeks flushed. "A little, yeah," he said, staring at his boots.

"Marvelous," Rita smirked. "What does the prophecy say?"

"That I'll bring balance to the Force," he murmured. "No one knows exactly how, but most of the Jedi seem to feel I'll be destroying the Sith Order--the archenemies of the Jedi."

"That's simply astounding," Rita said with a slightly predatory look.

Her quill had begun to write:

Anakin Skywalker, twelve, trembles in fear as he bravely tells of his doomed, prophesised future. The child clearly has no idea what will be required of him in terms of the prophecy, though his eyes shine with futile hope. However, beneath this faux-fearless exterior, it is more than evident that this helpless, probably delusional boy is utterly terrified beyond all reason.

[ooc: reposted because I forgot Rita's British and would spell accordingly.]

"I'm Peter Parker, age fifteen, from New York, New York. I'm not really sure what I'd like to do when I grow up other than continue to live. I think that's an important goal." Peter thought about the final part of the introduction for a moment, then continued, "And a unique thing about me is that I spent several months working for the Daily Bugle newspaper in New York. I maintained the website without gaining any real newspaper experience and signed up for this class anyway."

Anakin gave a friendly wave to his little sib.

Peter gave a friendly nod of the head back to his Big Brother.

Rita frowned. "What is a 'website'? Does it have to do with spiders?"

Either this professor knew something or was terribly out-of-touch with technology. "Err, no. It's a location on the internet. It's a computer network where you can access information from all over the world. I was in charge of getting the stuff from the print version of the paper onto the internet."

"Ah. Computers," Rita said disdainfully. "I've heard of them. The things you all come up with to get by without magic." She shook her head condescendingly.

"I'm... sorry?" Peter said, having no clue how to respond to such criticism. "But it shows how we can adapt even without magic, right? That has to count for something."

"Of course," Rita said generously. "I'd argue that magic is more useful, but good for all of you for managing to get by. Someone will have to show me how to use one of those computer things at some point, though. They sound so fascinating."

Huh. Peter didn't think anyone could be as patronizing as Mr. Jameson, but she came close. Oh well, the path of least resistence was probably best on the first day. "I could help you with that if you'd like," Peter said, not actually meaning to sound like he was sucking up.

"I would certainly appreciate it, since I've only seen one and I haven't the faintest idea what they do, exactly," Rita smiled.

Maybe his second impression was wrong. "Just let me know whenever, Professor," Peter said, pleased. It was nice to be mistaken about people sometimes.

Clark raises his hand, then upon realizing everyone else is just speaking up, clears his throat. "I'm Clark Kent. I'm fifteen and I'm from Smallville in Kansas. It's kind of, er, small. We used to grow corn there but then the meteors came and now we mostly sell green plastic things on the side of the road."

He pauses and tries to come up with something interesting about himself that isn't going to ~~scare people and bring the men in black~~ bore anyone.

"I won a pumpkin-carving contest when I was ten. It was kind of cool. I got a ribbon and some money and was on TV and everything." Granted, local TV in Smallville isn't that big of a deal -- it was him or the cow weigh-in, and he was cuter -- but it was something.

Rita blinked.

"That's very nice, Mr. Kent," she finally said.

Her quill scribbled a very quick note:

The Kent boy is v. dim and/or insane.

Rose gave Ms. Skeeter a smile before starting. "I'm Rose Tyler, I'm seventeen and I was born and raised in London. Not really sure what I want to do, there's so many choices," she said. "As for what makes me unique? I saw the end of the world. Literally."

"Hi, I'm Quinn, I'm sixteen and a half, and from Lawndale. Which isn't interesting. But I'm special because I'm cute and have bouncy hair, and I know how to not match my shoes and handbag without making a fashion faux pas."

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Isn't this class (http://www.livejournal.com/users/overlord_zordon/1226.html?thread=20426#t20426) 7th Period?

I'm fine either way. Just checking, though.

It's fifth today, and seventh on Fridays, according to this (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh_ooc/220281.html).

*goes to update schedule* Thank you for clarifying.

No worries. *crosses fingers that no one will have conflicts due to unclearness*

I'm absolutely bogged down on Wedensdays, but it seemed quite pathetic to not have Clark sign up for Journalism, being well, Clark Kent and all. I hope it's okay -- I probably won't do much more than just sign him in on Wed. I promise to have him participate on Fridays though. :)

Hee, I completely forgot this comment until I saw Clark today.

Bridge-mun told me already, and that's absolutely fine. I just want to weed out the ones who won't say ANYTHING and will still expect an A. And I'll let you know if Clark starts to fall behind or anything (which I doubt, anyway) and we can work out extra credit or something

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