Post by Juliet Delia on Oct 4, 2012 21:18:37 GMT -5
I'm feeling better since you know me,
( i was a lonely soul, but that's the old me. )
Praying like a fool that's been on the run,
( with you, i feel again. )
( i was a lonely soul, but that's the old me. )
It was quiet. The only sounds that she could hear in her office were the ticking of the clock, the scratch of her quill against the parchment, and the steady rhythm of her own breathing. It was peaceful here, much like her summer had been. Juliet felt relaxed and at ease, even though her first class of the year was less than a few minutes away. This was her second year teaching Transfiguration at Galaxia, and already she felt completely at ease in the position. She had quickly gotten to know which of her students were troublemakers and which were most eager to learn. First years were naught but timid yet eager minds. The first day was nothing to be nervous about. If anything, she was excited.
She looked up at the clock, a small smile crossing onto her lips. Juliet stood up, brushing some lint off of her deep violet robes. They were new and soft and fit her perfectly in all the right places. It had been her little gift to herself for the beginning of school. Juliet strode over to the door, collecting a stack of paper from her desk as she went. She had made a copies of the year's syllabus for any of her students that wanted them; she planned on placing copies on everyone's desk, though she was unsure how many of them would take them.
Her classroom was clean and neat, the calm before the storm of students entered it. This room was comfortable to her, full of memories she had made as a student and as a professor. It never seemed to change; it even smelled the same as it had the first day she stepped into it all those years ago. Juliet smoothed her hands over her desk, a small smile quirking onto her lips as the school bells chimed and the door creaked open. She said nothing as the first students walked in, only smiling and nodding at each student. She would let them get settled before she began to speak. The room was soon full of chatter and life, the exact way that the room should be, in her opinion.
Finally, her students had settled. She flicked her wand, sending the stack of syllabuses zipping across the room onto students' desks. The room grew quiet, and she tilted her head up slightly with a smile. "Welcome to Transfiguration, my dears," she said, her voice ringing sweet and clear. "In case you don't know or remember, my name is Professor Delia, and I will be in charge of your instruction in the art of Transfiguration this year." Her eyes flickered over the students in the room. Some were filled with excitement, some already looking utterly bored. The corners of her lips lifted into a bemused sort of smile.
Juliet walked around the edge of her desk to the front of her class. She slipped up to sit on the edge, perched daintily as she crossed her ankles. "This year's subjects will depend on your year and prior experience in the subject, as always." She looked over her students again, the fingers of one hand rising to rest near her lips. "Just as last year, I offer extra help to students that desire it. You only need to make an appointment and let me know what you are struggling with or are interested in."
She smiled, pulling her wand from her pocket. "So, let's start with working with what we all know. There is a trunk of props to my right," she said, flicking her wand to unlock the trunk. "Go through anything and everything you can remember, just to get rid of the summer rust that might be built up. I'll come around to help whoever needs it."
Praying like a fool that's been on the run,
( with you, i feel again. )
