Dueling 1

[Evelyn Turner]

Evelyn sheepishly walked into class late. Peeves had caught her in the halls, along with three other students, and pelted them with water balloons. Her robes and hair were soaked but luckily her book bag hadn't gotten too wet, so her study materials would be okay. She slid into the first available seat and bean to wring her hair out.

[Kris Lupin]

Kris walked into the class, she looked around and took a desk away from everyone else. After she sat at the desk she stared at the scars the ropes had left, every time she looked at them she wanted to cry. She took out a muggle pencil as well as her drawing pad, she started to draw. She didn't know what she was drawing as she was letting her hand and mind do all the work.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire chuckled at the few students who walked in. "It's alright, you don't have to rush!" he cast a mild drying spell. to his relief it worked well enough so that his soaked student was comfortable. " OK So you won't need to paper or quills!" he smiled as he walked back to his desk and took up his sheets of paper for the syllabus. he took the stack and gave it to the first student in each row, "just pass them back!" he said with a smile. Well he felt happy that class was so far going to well!

[Sirius Black]

Sirius burst into the room just then, panting heavily. Filch was following just behind him, having chased him away from the entrance to the Slytherin Common room, where he had been in the process of setting up a trap that would cause half a dozen stinkbombs to explode whenever someone approached.

Filch poked his head in the room, and, seeing that a class was in progress, he shook a fist at Sirius and slunk away quietly.

Sirius grinned and hurried over to take a seat near James and the others.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire chuckled, the boy had been up to mischief, he was sure of it. "Nice to see you!, alright then State your name and favorite kind of Jam." he said wondering if he'd actually answer or believe he was just kidding. He had a vague idea of a plan if he didn't answer, which made him smile somewhat evilly.

[Kris Lupin]

Kris watched as Sirius burst into the room, she looked down after she noticed him going to be with his friends. She put her chin on her folded arms on her desk, she was the only one in her row so she had her paper and was waiting for the class to really start. She wondered if Sirius had even noticed her or if he always went to his friends no matter what.

[Sirius Black]

Sirius, in the process of mopping the beads of sweat from him brow, looked up at the professor with wide eyes. Was he talking to him? He broken into a sheepish grin. "Oh, um... Sirius Black, sir. And red currant."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire almost pouted, but he smiled anyway and said "Excellent, point for Gryffindor for good taste" he waited for the smiles to appear on the faces of his Gryffindor students, "But one point for being tardy, better luck next time Mr. Black." he turned and spoke again, "Anyone else care to volunteer their name and Jam preference?"

[Evelyn Turner]

Evelyn gleefully thanked the professor for his help and then took a stack of papers, keeping one for herself and passing the others behind her. She stared wide eyed at the doorway as Sirius loudly entered, and had to bury her face in her hands to not burst into laughter at the sight of an angry Filch. She barely heard Sirius' response over her muffled giggles. But she had calmed herself down enough to hear the Professor tease them with House Points.

[Natalie St. Clare]

Natalie, though normally too shy to raise her hand in class, felt comfortable with Voltaire teaching and Severus at her side. She raised her hand boldly, and waited for Voltaire to call on her.

[Rayne DiCostas]

Great, late to the first day of class. Things were already going badly, Rayne thought, and checked the time again. She wasn't late enough to skip class entirely, but late enough that she'd be noticed, for certain. Unlike the other students, she didn't have much of an excuse. She had been following behind Filch and Sirius, not wanting to attract Filch's attention on herself.

Best to buck up and face the consequences, she decided, pushing the door open and finding a seat quickly, ready with an apology on the tip of her tongue.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire smiled as another student walked in, he waved her in as she took her seat and pointed to Natalie. "Now you! please state your name and favorite flavor of jam! and no you don't get extra points if you know my favorite flavor of jam." he said to the rest of the class, forestalling anyone who would interrupt Natalie. He mean while went to collect the extra papers and passed one to the red haired girl that entered last.

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Rabastan had been a few paces behind both Sirius Black and the redhead, and if they could waltz into class late, well, he could too.

He entered the classroom, wondering just how the class would be set up. It seemed they were still doing the introductions (a complete waste of time as he really had no desire to know what anyone's favorite jam was, and that seemed to be the question of the day).

He didn't sit in the back, but rather walked past a few students and sat somewhere in the middle. He wasn't disruptive, persay, but he didn't mind if he was a distraction.

[Evelyn Turner]

Evelyn turned to look at Natalie as she answered the professor's strange opening question, but saw Rabastan Lestrange come in and Evelyn completely forgot what was going on in class. She stared absentmindedly for a while at him, following him from the doorway to a seat not too far from hers. Once he was seated she simply stared at the back of his head, tuning out everything else in the class. The class could have ended for all she knew as she was entranced by the beauty of the seventh year Slytherin.

[Charles Mortensen]

At that moment, Charles appeared. He was startled to appear in the middle of a room filled with so many people, and he froze in place, staring around at all of them. Where was he? What was he doing here? Why couldn't he just have a nice peaceful afterlife, like everyone else? He'd certainly never asked for this.

"Bloody hell!" he shouted. "What is, this a classroom? What, am I now stuck in school for the rest of my life? Just what did I do to deserve this?"


Please note: Most of you cannot see me. Voltaire can, because I am haunting him, and Natalie can, because she's "special." The rest of you should not be able to see me, unless you possess a special power.

[Natalie St. Clare]

Natalie was in the middle of speaking just before Charles appeared. "Natalie St. Clare. And I like blackberry--" She stopped short as the strange blond-haired ghost appeared in the classroom. She stared at him for a long time, while he looked around the room, bewildered. Then when he began to speak, she glared at him. "If you don't mind, some of us are in the middle of speaking, and it is very rude for you to just pop in and begin yelling like that."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire gaped. "Charles?" he was shocked, He looked sideways at Natalie. he cleared his throat and said "Watch your language and wait till class is over!" Voltaire sternly. "alright, so blackberry then? Very nice." he turned around to look at the rest of the class. "anyone else?

[Rabastan Lestrange]

Rabastan could sense a girl's interest a mile away, it seemed, and he turned to look over his shoulder, feeling someone eyeing him.

He spotted her almost instantly, and gave her a once over. Gryffindor, though who was he to judge? She was cute, to say the least. And he always had a thing for redheads. Of course, had it been anyone else, he would have claimed he always had a thing for blondes or brunettes.

All of that was less than a second in his head. His appraising once over turned into a wide, million dollar smile, and he winked at her.

His attention was torn away by one of the Ravenclaw studednts speaking to absolutely no one, and then the teacher doing the same. He glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed this, or maybe if anyone else say the presence that he did not.

[Evelyn Turner]

Evelyn's face turned a similar color as her hair when Rabastan Lestrange winked at her. She felt her heart leap up into her throat and she felt warm all over. Evelyn hadn't even noticed that Natalie was answering the professor's question until she started lecturing someone who wasn't there. And what was even more strange, the professor seemed to see this person too. Was this part of the lesson? Puzzled, Evelyn raised her hand to ask what was going on.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire's voice shook a little and pointed to the student whom he had dried off. "Yes, You there?" is voice cleared a bit at the end. He wasn't one to stutter or stumble over his words. He wondered if he should apologize to the class on the ghost of a famous person popping into class...or would anyone even recognize Charles for ever being famous? he was puzzled of how to continue.