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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 threadsgoing are up]
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
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Draco threw it over to Anakin. About two seconds had passed before he realized how dumb he sounded.
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I'd scour the pool, too, if I came in and saw floating ferrets having sex.