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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2018 3:39 pm
 Faina Patrovna
Slytherin Prefect │ Fifth Year │ Fifteen Years Old │ Single
Dueling Club Captain
Being the Captain of the Dueling Club, the white-haired Slytherin took her studies of the Defense Against the Dark Arts as being a point of pride and a matter of utmost seriousness. As such she'd been reading ahead in the book, and familiarizing herself with the material, so she wouldn't be walking into class unprepared. As instructed, she set aside her notebook and other class materials so there was only the stack of papers requested upon her desk. When asked to start casting the spell, she gestured with her wand, and intoned, "O-PUG-noh!" Though her efforts weren't as impressive as her teacher's, she at least got some sheets of paper to flip up into the air.
 "And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days."
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2018 7:22 pm
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls.  FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N
Professor of DADA │ Muggleborn │ Haitian
Fanchon sat in her very comfortable chair, stroking Jacques, her cat, curled up in her lap, as though she were a Bond villain, and gave the room one final once over. She had enough tables and chairs to fit everyone, she'd made sure the room was spotless, in case anyone had any dust allergies, and she'd tried to make it.... if not quite welcoming, at least slightly less intimidating, although that was a bit difficult when the decor of the room literally included a giant skeleton of some magical beast suspended above the class. Ah well. They'd have to get used to Hogwarts's quirks at some point, and DADA was a notoriously challenging class, although not quite to the level of say, Transfiguration or Potions. However, it was extremely important, and if she had her way, she'd make it mandatory for all seven years. Alas, she could not have her way, so she only had five years to drill as much knowledge as possible through their hairy little heads. If she could make sure all of them could cast a proper shield charm, patronus, disarm someone, and defeat a boggart, she'd be happy. It would raise their life expectancy significantly.
As the fifth years filtered into the room, she observed them stoically, not rising from her seat (and disturbing Jacques' nap) until everyone had taken their seats and were (mostly) quiet. "Bonjou. Good morning," she translated calmly, confident that her accent, while strong, was not an excuse for them to not listen. "I am responsible for ensuring that all of you can recognize dark magic, and properly defend yourselves against it. My rules are written on the board. Follow them, don't follow them, it's your choice. This class is largely about choices. I'm here to demonstrate to you how to make good ones." Fanchon scanned the class for a moment, before smirking just the tiniest bit. "Ten house points to whoever can demonstrate a proper stunning spell and send it my way." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 11:47 am
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N
Professor of DADA │ Muggleborn │ Haitian
Fanchon stood at the front of the room, waiting patiently as the fifth years filed in and took their seats, before starting her lecture. "The shield charm is one of the most important spells you will ever learn as a witch or wizard, so any nonsense, and I'll be handing out detentions like sweets, is that clear?" She studied them for a moment, before continuing. "You'd be shocked at the number of adult witches and wizards who still cannot properly cast this spell. I have no idea why you wouldn't practice it frequently, as it protects against every spell we know of, besides, of course, the Killing Curse. It also deflects objects, and can be cast on both people and entire areas. It often causes spells that bounce off the shield to ricochet or backfire, so if you see someone use it, I would get out of the area as soon as possible." The Haitian woman smiled grimly.
"The Shield Charm gives off no light, and is invisible, except when being hit with other spells. There are several more advanced variations of it, but we will be learning the simplest version. Someone fire off a spell at me, please." Fanchon waited impatiently until a rather timid 'expelliarmus' was heard, and slashed downward with her wand, "Pro-TAY-goh.". The weak disarming charm bounced off the shield harmlessly. "I'm just going to try to disarm you, one by one, so let's see those shields, then. Remember, downward slash." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2018 9:07 pm
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N
Professor of DADA │ Muggleborn │ Haitian
Fanchon sat in her chair, Jacques asleep in her lap, as the fifth years came in. "Bonjou," she said dryly, from her position. "Today you'll be learning the Oppugno Jinx. It's very simple to learn and even simpler to cast, but since I don't want anyone getting any concussions, please clear your desks of everything but the stack of papers I put on each one." With a small groan she heaved the cat off her lap and onto the floor, while he meowed in indignation. "Oh-PUG-noh," she said calmly, pointing her wand at her desk, and the papers scattered across it flew up in a swirling mini-storm, before finally drifting back down. "The purpose of this spell is to attack someone else with objects, such as papers, pebbles from the ground, etc. It's helpful when you're being pursued, because all you need to do is point. I'd like to see a lot of papers in the air, starting.... now." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2018 11:42 am
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N
Professor of DADA │ Muggleborn │ Haitian
Fanchon sat in her very comfortable chair, stroking Jacques, her cat, curled up in her lap, as though she were a Bond villain, and gave the room one final once over. She had enough tables and chairs to fit everyone, she'd made sure the room was spotless, in case anyone had any dust allergies, and she'd tried to make it.... if not quite welcoming, at least slightly less intimidating, although that was a bit difficult when the decor of the room literally included a giant skeleton of some magical beast suspended above the class. Ah well. They'd have to get used to Hogwarts's quirks at some point, and DADA was a notoriously challenging class, although not quite to the level of say, Transfiguration or Potions. However, it was extremely important, and if she had her way, she'd make it mandatory for all seven years. Alas, she could not have her way, so she only had five years to drill as much knowledge as possible through their hairy little heads. If she could make sure all of them could cast a proper shield charm, patronus, disarm someone, and defeat a boggart, she'd be happy. It would raise their life expectancy significantly.
As the fifth years filtered into the room, she observed them stoically, not rising from her seat (and disturbing Jacques' nap) until everyone had taken their seats and were (mostly) quiet. "Bonjou. Good morning," she translated calmly, confident that her accent, while strong, was not an excuse for them to not listen. "I am responsible for ensuring that all of you can recognize dark magic, and properly defend yourselves against it. My rules are written on the board. Follow them, don't follow them, it's your choice. This class is largely about choices. I'm here to demonstrate to you how to make good ones." Fanchon scanned the class for a moment, before smirking just the tiniest bit. "Ten house points to whoever can demonstrate a proper stunning spell and send it my way." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2018 11:37 am
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N
Professor of DADA │ Muggleborn │ Haitian
Fanchon stood at the front of the room, waiting patiently as the fifth years filed in and took their seats, before starting her lecture. "The shield charm is one of the most important spells you will ever learn as a witch or wizard, so any nonsense, and I'll be handing out detentions like sweets, is that clear?" She studied them for a moment, before continuing. "You'd be shocked at the number of adult witches and wizards who still cannot properly cast this spell. I have no idea why you wouldn't practice it frequently, as it protects against every spell we know of, besides, of course, the Killing Curse. It also deflects objects, and can be cast on both people and entire areas. It often causes spells that bounce off the shield to ricochet or backfire, so if you see someone use it, I would get out of the area as soon as possible." The Haitian woman smiled grimly.
"The Shield Charm gives off no light, and is invisible, except when being hit with other spells. There are several more advanced variations of it, but we will be learning the simplest version. Someone fire off a spell at me, please." Fanchon waited impatiently until a rather timid 'expelliarmus' was heard, and slashed downward with her wand, "Pro-TAY-goh.". The weak disarming charm bounced off the shield harmlessly. "I'm just going to try to disarm you, one by one, so let's see those shields, then. Remember, downward slash." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2018 9:20 am
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N
Professor of DADA │ Muggleborn │ Haitian
Fanchon sat in her chair, Jacques asleep in her lap, as the fifth years came in. "Bonjou," she said dryly, from her position. "Today you'll be learning the Oppugno Jinx. It's very simple to learn and even simpler to cast, but since I don't want anyone getting any concussions, please clear your desks of everything but the stack of papers I put on each one." With a small groan she heaved the cat off her lap and onto the floor, while he meowed in indignation. "Oh-PUG-noh," she said calmly, pointing her wand at her desk, and the papers scattered across it flew up in a swirling mini-storm, before finally drifting back down. "The purpose of this spell is to attack someone else with objects, such as papers, pebbles from the ground, etc. It's helpful when you're being pursued, because all you need to do is point. I'd like to see a lot of papers in the air, starting.... now." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2019 9:35 am
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N
Professor of DADA │ Muggleborn │ Haitian
Fanchon sat in her very comfortable chair, stroking Jacques, her cat, curled up in her lap, as though she were a Bond villain, and gave the room one final once over. She had enough tables and chairs to fit everyone, she'd made sure the room was spotless, in case anyone had any dust allergies, and she'd tried to make it.... if not quite welcoming, at least slightly less intimidating, although that was a bit difficult when the decor of the room literally included a giant skeleton of some magical beast suspended above the class. Ah well. They'd have to get used to Hogwarts's quirks at some point, and DADA was a notoriously challenging class, although not quite to the level of say, Transfiguration or Potions. However, it was extremely important, and if she had her way, she'd make it mandatory for all seven years. Alas, she could not have her way, so she only had five years to drill as much knowledge as possible through their hairy little heads. If she could make sure all of them could cast a proper shield charm, patronus, disarm someone, and defeat a boggart, she'd be happy. It would raise their life expectancy significantly.
As the fifth years filtered into the room, she observed them stoically, not rising from her seat (and disturbing Jacques' nap) until everyone had taken their seats and were (mostly) quiet. "Bonjou. Good morning," she translated calmly, confident that her accent, while strong, was not an excuse for them to not listen. "I am responsible for ensuring that all of you can recognize dark magic, and properly defend yourselves against it. My rules are written on the board. Follow them, don't follow them, it's your choice. This class is largely about choices. I'm here to demonstrate to you how to make good ones." Fanchon scanned the class for a moment, before smirking just the tiniest bit. "Ten house points to whoever can demonstrate a proper stunning spell and send it my way." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2019 10:16 am
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N
Professor of DADA │ Muggleborn │ Haitian
Fanchon sat in her very comfortable chair, stroking Jacques, her cat, curled up in her lap, as though she were a Bond villain, and gave the room one final once over. She had enough tables and chairs to fit everyone, she'd made sure the room was spotless, in case anyone had any dust allergies, and she'd tried to make it.... if not quite welcoming, at least slightly less intimidating, although that was a bit difficult when the decor of the room literally included a giant skeleton of some magical beast suspended above the class. Ah well. They'd have to get used to Hogwarts's quirks at some point, and DADA was a notoriously challenging class, although not quite to the level of say, Transfiguration or Potions. However, it was extremely important, and if she had her way, she'd make it mandatory for all seven years. Alas, she could not have her way, so she only had five years to drill as much knowledge as possible through their hairy little heads. If she could make sure all of them could cast a proper shield charm, patronus, disarm someone, and defeat a boggart, she'd be happy. It would raise their life expectancy significantly.
As the fifth years filtered into the room, she observed them stoically, not rising from her seat (and disturbing Jacques' nap) until everyone had taken their seats and were (mostly) quiet. "Bonjou. Good morning," she translated calmly, confident that her accent, while strong, was not an excuse for them to not listen. "I am responsible for ensuring that all of you can recognize dark magic, and properly defend yourselves against it. My rules are written on the board. Follow them, don't follow them, it's your choice. This class is largely about choices. I'm here to demonstrate to you how to make good ones." Fanchon scanned the class for a moment, before smirking just the tiniest bit. "Ten house points to whoever can demonstrate a proper stunning spell and send it my way." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2019 10:31 am
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N
Professor of DADA │ Muggleborn │ Haitian
Fanchon sat in her chair, Jacques asleep in her lap, as the fifth years came in. "Bonjou," she said dryly, from her position. "Today you'll be learning the Oppugno Jinx. It's very simple to learn and even simpler to cast, but since I don't want anyone getting any concussions, please clear your desks of everything but the stack of papers I put on each one." With a small groan she heaved the cat off her lap and onto the floor, while he meowed in indignation. "Oh-PUG-noh," she said calmly, pointing her wand at her desk, and the papers scattered across it flew up in a swirling mini-storm, before finally drifting back down. "The purpose of this spell is to attack someone else with objects, such as papers, pebbles from the ground, etc. It's helpful when you're being pursued, because all you need to do is point. I'd like to see a lot of papers in the air, starting.... now." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 9:53 am
When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls. FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N
Professor of DADA │ Muggleborn │ Haitian
Fanchon sat in her very comfortable chair, stroking Jacques, her cat, curled up in her lap, as though she were a Bond villain, and gave the room one final once over. She had enough tables and chairs to fit everyone, she'd made sure the room was spotless, in case anyone had any dust allergies, and she'd tried to make it.... if not quite welcoming, at least slightly less intimidating, although that was a bit difficult when the decor of the room literally included a giant skeleton of some magical beast suspended above the class. Ah well. They'd have to get used to Hogwarts's quirks at some point, and DADA was a notoriously challenging class, although not quite to the level of say, Transfiguration or Potions. However, it was extremely important, and if she had her way, she'd make it mandatory for all seven years. Alas, she could not have her way, so she only had five years to drill as much knowledge as possible through their hairy little heads. If she could make sure all of them could cast a proper shield charm, patronus, disarm someone, and defeat a boggart, she'd be happy. It would raise their life expectancy significantly.
As the fifth years filtered into the room, she observed them stoically, not rising from her seat (and disturbing Jacques' nap) until everyone had taken their seats and were (mostly) quiet. "Bonjou. Good morning," she translated calmly, confident that her accent, while strong, was not an excuse for them to not listen. "I am responsible for ensuring that all of you can recognize dark magic, and properly defend yourselves against it. My rules are written on the board. Follow them, don't follow them, it's your choice. This class is largely about choices. I'm here to demonstrate to you how to make good ones." Fanchon scanned the class for a moment, before smirking just the tiniest bit. "Ten house points to whoever can demonstrate a proper stunning spell and send it my way." All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands.
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