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 Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2017 8:11 am
DADA VII
Professor Fanchon Cohen  Friday 9:00 AM - 9:45 AM
((This class updates on Saturdays in real time; students posted on or after Tuesday of that week will be considered late to class.))
SUPPLIES
- Your wand
- A quill and plenty of parchment and/or notebooks
- Your textbook
CLASS RULES
- Arrive on time for my class, or do not arrive at all.
- Come prepared for the lesson, or I will send you back to your dormitory.
- Do not use your wand unless I tell you to do so, if you want to keep your wand.
- Sit down, and attempt to hold your tongue while I am teaching, or you will be escorted out of my classroom.
- You will raise your hand to be acknowledged, wait for your classmates to finish speaking before talking over them, and address me as 'Professor' or 'Miss'.
- If I see you raise your wand to someone else without my permission, you will lose both your wand and quite a few house points.
- You will respect and tolerate one another for the forty five minutes of class time, or you will respect and tolerate one another for the forty five minutes of detention.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 10:34 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 seventh 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 Fanchon Cohen, and 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 raising her wand, and closing her eyes briefly as she focused on a happy memory, of winning her very first duel and the roar of the small crowd around her. A spectral looking bat fluttered forth from her wand, flapping its wings silently. "Fifteen points each to those of you who can successfully show me their patronus, in its full form. I'm not counting wisps of smoke." 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 Feb 12, 2017 9:40 am
 Siobhan'Hannah'Grey
Hufflepuff Prefect │ Seventh Year │ Seventeen Years Old │ Single
Hannah never really like DADA, mainly because she wasn't comfortable with the subject matter. She didn't like dueling, and it scared her watching Selina and Fianna practice mock duels. Her boggart took the form of the storm which killed a childhood babysitter and put a fireplace poker into Selina's back. Her parents insisted she take it anyway, rather than drop it after Fifth Years as had been her intention, telling her she needed to know how to safeguard herself and her sister. The events in Hogsmeade Station reminded them the world wasn't always a safe place.
Then there was Professor Cohen, somebody new for Hannah to get used to having teach her. She would have preferred her previous teacher, but such was the vagaries of Hogwarts, she would have to do without the familiar face, and prepare for her NEWT without his help.
"I'll go first, Professor Cohen," offered Hannah, raising her hand, and waiting to be acknowledged before getting to her feet. After smoothing down her skirt and walking up front, Hannah drew her wand, and focused upon a happy memory. Getting to bake cookies with Mother Grey when she was about eight or nine, right around Christmas, was her happy memory, and the smell of freshly baked oatmeal and raisins warmed her heart and filled her thoughts, as she intoned aloud, "Expecto Patronum!"
At first, all she saw were wisps of ethereal silvery-blue light swirling about the tip of her wand, but then the wisps grew and coalesced into the shape and size of an adult Dire Badger. Easily the size of a fully-grown mastiff, 'Squeaky' hissed silently and bared his teeth.
      
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 2:47 pm
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'A new professor?' Was his first thought, followed by 'She's French?' and then 'I hate that charm.' Tristan's life wasn't terrible, per say, the werewolf thing made it difficult but not outright unbearable. His father cheated on his mum, but they were both alive and healthy. Still, he could never find any one happy memory that worked. Maybe it wasn't that, maybe he doubted himself too much?
Hannah was the first to take the challenge and came away with a silver-blue badger, and just when Tristan thought he might not be the only one to fail. Oh well. He raised his hand next, just wanting to get it over with. ”Tristan Hastings,” he introduced himself first, ”And I guess I'll go next.” As Hannah skirted back to her desk he rose to his feet to take her position at the front of the class. Now...to just think of something... happy.
It used to be camping trips with his father but... it's all a bit jaded now. So he chewed his lip and digged deeper, younger, to a time before he'd been bitten, before everything changed. And it was of his sister, they were pre-schoolers, rummaging through the kitchen trying to bake a birthday cake for their mum, but it turned into a food fight and even their mum played along. ”Expecto patronum,” he enunciated, loud and clear. And for a second, through the silver mist, he swore he saw a set of paws but.. nothing tangible had formed. Bugger. He shrugged and sat back down, wondering where he went wrong.
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【WHEN:: Friday; 9:00 - 9:45am 】
【WHERE:: Defense against the Dark Arts Class】
【WITH WHO:: Seventh Years' 】
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2017 5:46 pm
❤ Dating Alethea Butler ❤  
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 12:47 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 was writing the list of spells learned in third year on the board as the seventh years entered. "We're going back to that wonderful time when you were all thirteen and NEWTs were just a far-off nightmare," she said, turning around with a slightly wry smile. "Sadly, I could not manage to get my hands on any grindylows or hinkypunks, but that rattling wardrobe in the back does in fact contain a boggart, and anyone who would prefer to test their knowledge on finite incantatem is welcome to come up here and try to get my desk down." Said desk was hovering up near the ceiling. Jacques the cat looked a bit distraught at his napping place being airborne, and so was wrapped around Fanchon's shoulders like a fur shrug instead. 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 Feb 19, 2017 12:59 pm
Siobhan'Hannah'Grey
Hufflepuff Prefect │ Seventh Year │ Seventeen Years Old │ Single
The sight of the floating desk was an odd one for Hannah, but ranking fairly low on the 'weird meter' all things considered for this place, and she preferred that to the rattling cabinet at the back of the classroom. After successfully conjuring a full-blooded Patronus in class, she was feeling a degree of confidence that just maybe she might escape her NEWT with a grade which would make her parents happy with her efforts.
As before, Hannah raised her hand and volunteered to go first, before going up to the front of the class. Drawing her wand, she took aim on the hovering desk and called out, "Finite Incantatem!" The desk trembled for a moment, hanging in the air, as though it were deciding what to do and then plummeted like a stone. Realizing what would likely happen upon impact, Hannah gestured with her wand again and called out urgently, "Arresto Momentum!" barely getting the spell off before the desk struck the floor. Inches from floor, the desk hovered in midair. "That would have been unpleasant," commented Hannah, as she allowed the desk to gently settle upon the floor.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2017 8:10 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 was writing the list of spells learned in fourth year on the board as the seventh years entered and took their seats. "The back of the room," she said, as she turned around, "Has a bedazzling hex cast on it, which you may try to deflect with Salvio Hexia. And this dummy," she wrapped an arm around it's non-existent shoulders, "Is ready to be stunned. You should all be familiar enough with tongue-tying charms and petrificus totalus, given the amount of squabbles you all seem to get into, and I won't stop you from practicing on each other, but gods know I'm not volunteering to be subject to that." She returned to her desk, ready to supervise, and to ensure no one was horribly maimed in some freak incident. 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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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 10:30 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 seventh 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 Fanchon Cohen, and 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 raising her wand, and closing her eyes briefly as she focused on a happy memory, of winning her very first duel and the roar of the small crowd around her. A spectral looking bat fluttered forth from her wand, flapping its wings silently. "Fifteen points each to those of you who can successfully show me their patronus, in its full form. I'm not counting wisps of smoke." 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 May 28, 2017 10:26 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 was writing the list of spells learned in third year on the board as the seventh years entered. "We're going back to that wonderful time when you were all thirteen and NEWTs were just a far-off nightmare," she said, turning around with a slightly wry smile. "Sadly, I could not manage to get my hands on any grindylows or hinkypunks, but that rattling wardrobe in the back does in fact contain a boggart, and anyone who would prefer to test their knowledge on finite incantatem is welcome to come up here and try to get my desk down." Said desk was hovering up near the ceiling. Jacques the cat looked a bit distraught at his napping place being airborne, and so was wrapped around Fanchon's shoulders like a fur shrug instead. 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 Jun 11, 2017 1:15 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 was writing the list of spells learned in fourth year on the board as the seventh years entered and took their seats. "The back of the room," she said, as she turned around, "Has a bedazzling hex cast on it, which you may try to deflect with Salvio Hexia. And this dummy," she wrapped an arm around it's non-existent shoulders, "Is ready to be stunned. You should all be familiar enough with tongue-tying charms and petrificus totalus, given the amount of squabbles you all seem to get into, and I won't stop you from practicing on each other, but gods know I'm not volunteering to be subject to that." She returned to her desk, ready to supervise, and to ensure no one was horribly maimed in some freak incident. 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 Aug 13, 2017 10:20 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 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 seventh 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 Fanchon Cohen, and 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 raising her wand, and closing her eyes briefly as she focused on a happy memory, of winning her very first duel and the roar of the small crowd around her. A spectral looking bat fluttered forth from her wand, flapping its wings silently. "Fifteen points each to those of you who can successfully show me their patronus, in its full form. I'm not counting wisps of smoke." 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 Aug 13, 2017 4:11 pm
 Fianna Grey
Gryffindor │ Seventh Year │ Seventeen Years Old │ Single
Fianna made a point of getting to her Defense Against the Dark Arts class as promptly as possible, which wasn't an issue really since she had plenty of time after breakfast to get there, and get a front row seat. She'd learned it paid to be ready and not be rushed. Considering she needed to do well in this class and the NEWT at the end of the year if her Quidditch career didn't pan out, she'd been studying hard all summer. Still and all, she wouldn't lie to herself she felt a bit nervous about getting started.
When the professor produced her Patronus, Fianna was duly impressed, Professor Cohen made it look so effortless. "I'll give it a shot, professor," she said, after raising her hand, determined to do a good a job of it. Gesturing with her wand, she coughed halfway through the incantation, and the spell fizzled before she had anything to show for her efforts. Once she was sure she wouldn't choke, she focused upon her happy memory: the day she and Linny went out and got her first broomstick. Gesturing emphatically and calling out the incantation, she saw her Patronus appear in a swirl of silvery light. A large spectral lion sprang from her wand, landed on the floor and roared silently.
.  Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
"Everything you wants a dream away
We are legends, every day"
That's what she told me
Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
"Everything you wants a dream away
Under this pressure, under this weight
We are diamonds"
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 6:42 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 was writing the list of spells learned in third year on the board as the seventh years entered. "We're going back to that wonderful time when you were all thirteen and NEWTs were just a far-off nightmare," she said, turning around with a slightly wry smile. "Sadly, I could not manage to get my hands on any grindylows or hinkypunks, but that rattling wardrobe in the back does in fact contain a boggart, and anyone who would prefer to test their knowledge on finite incantatem is welcome to come up here and try to get my desk down." Said desk was hovering up near the ceiling. Jacques the cat looked a bit distraught at his napping place being airborne, and so was wrapped around Fanchon's shoulders like a fur shrug instead. 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 Sep 04, 2017 4:11 pm
Fianna Grey
Gryffindor │ Seventh Year │ Seventeen Years Old │ Single
Having produced a full-on Patronus in class did much for Fianna's confidence, but that still didn't mean she wanted to face-off with a boggart unless she needed to. She suspected it might take the form of her NEWTs these days. The floating desk was an interesting sight, though. She raised her hand to volunteer to have a go at getting it down, and waited to be acknowledged before taking her shot. Remembering to clear her throat this time, she chose to gesture with her index finger, rather than use her wand. "Finite Incantatem!" she called out clearly, and quickly followed up with "Arresto Momentum!" when the desk started to plummet toward the floor. She didn't want Professor Cohen's desk to crash on the floor, after all. Fianna was pleased to see it slowly lower to the floor at a sedate speed.
Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
"Everything you wants a dream away
We are legends, every day"
That's what she told me
Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
"Everything you wants a dream away
Under this pressure, under this weight
We are diamonds"
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