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Ancient Runes //
Apparition //
Arithmancy //
Astronomy //
Care of Magical Creatures // Bridget Ashford
Charms //
Defence Against the Dark Arts // Regulus Black
Divination // Winter Paradis
Flying //
Herbology //
History of Magic //
Muggle Studies // Marissa Brookfield
Potions // Prof. Severus Snape
Quidditch //
Transfiguration //

[Regulus Black]

Name: Regulus Black
Job Applying For: Defense Against the Dark Arts
Former House/ School: Slytherin/Hogwarts
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Regulus looked across the desk at Professor Dumbledore, seriously meeting the eyes of a man that just a few years ago he'd considered his enemy. He mulled the question over in his mind, a frown drawing his brows toegther. "Well, sir, I obviously know a lot about the subject." Regulus paused, meeting the twinkling blue eyes behind the half-moon spectacles and revising what he was about to say. Telling Dumbledore that he wanted to teach the kids how best to recognize the neo-Death Eaters and keep an eye on the spearhead of the movement as best he personally could would not get him the job. Everyone knew that Dumbledore trusted Snape. "Adriana and I have a daughter," he said honestly. "And I don't want to use the family's money to keep living. I want a life apart from them...Sirius has had his own life for years. I've got first-hand experience with the Dark Arts, and access to books that just don't exist any more. Sir...you know that I can do it."

His eyes drifted away from the Headmaster's gaze, across the rows and rows of portraits on the walls. Regulus's eyes fell briefly on the portrait of his great-great grandfather, the one that also hung in the halls of his parents' house. Phineas looked harshly back down at him, his mouth drawn tightly together and his nose in the air. Regulus wondered if he thought that his great-great grandson was trying to usurp his spot on the wall. Blinking, he looked back down at Dumbledore, waiting for the Headmaster's decision. There wasn't much else Regulus wanted to do...Ministry work was out of the question because of his past, and while he could potentially cultivate a very nice quidditch career like his brother, he also didn't want to spend the next thirty years under a wand for bludger injuries. This was the most practical profession he could chose. It was time to stop withdrawing gold from his vault and put a little bit back in...if not for himself and Adriana, then for Katie at least.

[Bridget Ashford]

Name: Bridget Ashford
Job Applying For: Care of Magical Creatures
Former House/ School: Ravenclaw/Hogwarts
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Bridget waved her wand in front of her bulky trunk for it to unpack itself. She couldn’t remember what had inspired her to come here in the first place. Taking up a teaching position hadn’t exactly been on her aspiration list. She supposed that she missed Hogwarts…missed the only real home that she had ever known. The feelings that were reawakened when she had walked through the long hallways were indescribable. The Care of Magical Creatures had always been her favorite subject, and teaching it to students couldn’t possibly be too bad. Besides, with this class she could take the kids out into the forest whenever she felt in the mood for it, and not have to worry about breaking any rules this time.

She had made the mistake of waiting until autumn was almost over before applying for the job. If the Care of Magical Creatures teacher hadn’t recently taken a leave of absence, then she would have had to wait until the following year to begin. As it was though, she had come in at the perfect time to take over the now vacant position for the remainder of the term. Bridget fell back onto her bed, and closed her eyes for a few moments to rest. It had been a long week, what with making all of the arrangements for her property, and having to stop in Diagon Alley for a few items to take to Hogwarts with her. She had managed to transport Dixie, and even convinced Professor Dumbledore to allow her to stay on the grounds, but her other babies couldn’t come with her. She closed up her stables, and rented her tiny house to a couple of newly wed muggles.

Bridget couldn’t say that she was exuberant with her life, but she was content. She had accepted the fact that she would always live alone a long time ago. There was no point in dreaming about something that wouldn’t happen. Love might be real for some people, but for her it would always be a far away fantasy.

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Her eyes snapped open once she realized that she had drifted off to sleep. She brushed a comb quickly through her hair before stumbling out into the corridor. Damn! She thought to herself, when she checked her watch. She was going to be late for her first class. She sped briskly out to the lawn, and spotted her group trampling crazily in the grass. “Third years,” she muttered quietly shaking her head as she approached them.

"Good afternoon everyone...."

[Marissa Brookfield]

Name: Marissa Brookfield
Job Applying For: Muggle Studies
Former House/ School: Ravenclaw
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Marissa wore a smile on her face as she hurried to teach her first class. She would remember her student days, how she would always barely be on time. She also remembered how she felt she was a disgrace as a Ravenclaw. After all, they were supposed to be the smart and studious students. How she ended up in a house like that was still a complete mystery to her.

Marissa managed to get to the classroom with a few minutes to spare. She looked as she saw students shuffling in, rushing to sit down with their friends. She placed a stack of books down neatly on her desk. She took her wand out from the pocket of her robes and distributed the textbooks from her seat.

"Good Morning Third Years!" Marissa called out cheerfully. "I'm happy to see that students have chosen this course instead of Divination. Not that there is anything wrong with Divination..." She mumbled as her voice trailed off. "Alright! Anyone hoping to obtain an Easy A, as the muggles would say it, will have to hope somewhere else." Marissa joked as she paced back and forth from the front of the class. She hoped that some of her students would've understood her grade reference. She knew that it was different from Hogwarts' grading system. An 'A' meant it was acceptable work, whereas in Muggle terminology it stood for outstanding work. She shook her head when she saw the confused expressions on students' faces. "Anyway, as you all know, this course will have an OWL examination, so if you pay attention in my class, you will have no problem and you will be ready to face the non-magical world!" Marissa said smiling. She saw how some of the students still had raised eyebrows and skeptical expressions. She sighed, thinking to herself, wondering why students nowadays were so emotionless.

..::OOC- I have another character and I'm pretty active! So I won't join then quit. =)::..

[boredom]

Name: Winter Paradis
Job Applying For: Divination
Former House/ School: Ravenclaw
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Winter sat behind her desk silently waiting for her final class of the day to show up. Staring blankly at the pure white walls and stuffed chairs that lined the low tables, she wondered why she came all the way back to this school. After traveling the world she never expected to be back in this school. Let alone teaching in it. This was the last place in the world that she thought that she would end up. But, money was money right?

Sensing that someone was approaching, Winter snapped out of her daydream and sat up straighter in her chair. The door creaked open with an eerie sound that suited the mood that the room created. Seconds before the door opened all the way the lights dimmed setting the atmosphere into mystery.

After everyone was settled into their usual seats Winter began today’s lessons. “As you may remember” She stated in a loud and clear voice that seeped with confidence. “I already told you that we were going to start a section on palmistry today. Let’s start with the history. Palmistry is based on the belief that each part of the body reflects the state, but physical and mental, of the entire organism. Consider your hand; twenty-seven small bones and delicate networks of sinew and muscle. It is the most complex biological tool ever evolved. Aristotle called the hand “the organ of organs, the active agent of the passive powers of the entire system.” The hands also form one pole of our nervous system. “She paused noticing the blank stares that she was getting. Sighing heavily she wondered if it was even worth it to continue her lecture. About one person in the entire class was listening. Winter shook her head and continued.

“The palm is crisscrossed with lines, the three major lines being the Life, Heart, and Head lines. There are also many different minor lines that appear on everyone. However, differences in color thickness length and regularity are unending. Each of us has a unique hand, different from anybody else’s. This is due to the fact that lines are caused by our experiences.

It would be impossible to estimate the age of palmistry. There are fragments of writings on palmistry during the Aryan age, about 6,000 years ago. Palmistry remained a worthy study until the Dark Ages in Europe around A.D 476. Palmistry, along with Wicca, astronomy and herbalism was brutally suppressed and its practitioners condemned, with the consequences the art was moved underground. Further reference is not found until 1440.” Winter stopped again hearing random children doze off. This was going to be a long day.

[sprout]

Name: Pomona Sprout
Job Applying For: Herbology Teacher
Former House/ School: Hufflepuff
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Pomona walked into her classroom. She sighed. "Hello eight-yearers. As I'm sure you know this is your last Herbology class of the year." All of the students chattered happily amongst theirselves. "Yesterday you all did your final test for me. Most of you did exceptionally well." Today we are going to go to a meadow awhile away from here and see if we can recognise the plants there!"

Most of the children seemed very pleased. "We will ride there on broomstick. Stay behind me." She crossed the room to Broomstick. It was perched on the wall. It was carved from Roasha wood and had floral patterns and boquets attached to it. The flowers were fastened by a light pink ribbon. She carefully lifted it off the wall and held it next to her. "I will wait outside while you go get your brooms. Be back in fifteen minutes. You may go."

As the students flitted outside Pomona went around her room tending to her plants and writing down assignments. She went through a mental to-do list. Water honosha plants. Check. Replant my Mandrakes. I'll do that later. Get rid of those slugs. I'll zap them after the fourth year class. Get soil. Check. Finish grading tests, check on Womping Willow, and buy some more Avocia seeds. Check, check, check. [i/]

Soon the students started arriving with their brooms. When she was finally done she dusted herself off and trotted outside to the students. "Are there any students who cannot retrieve their broom?" she called. She waited a moment before continuing. "Good, good, good. Follow me." She perched herself on her broom and was off in seconds. She flew at a comfortable pace so that all of the students could keep up.

Soon they all landed in the meadow. "Okay now form groups of three and whoever names the most gets a special prize. And the best kind of prize is a sur-prize!" she giggled at her joke as the students assembled. "Now I will give you team names! You will be the Mandrakes, you can be the Womping Willows...." When she finished her list the students began.

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By the end of the trip almost all of the plants had been labeled. "Very good! Everybody did wonderful! And the winner is... The Snargaluffs! Congradulations! Here is your prize!" She handed them each a box Bertie Bott's Jelly Beans.

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