Piertotum Locomotor- (6th and 7th Years ONLY)

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Piertotum Locomotor was what was written on the board in big letters in the middle of the room. Levitating pieces of chalk were doing the writing for professor Ligasto De`Santiago as he took out the scroll of names of who were to be present during today's class as it was locked to only 6th and 7th years. He had charmed the door with an age charm so that students only in 6th and 7th year would be able to enter while the younger students would of been welcomed by a wall. One by one he crossed out the names of the students who were not able to attend this private lesson and came up with the following names to be in class for today:

daniel theodore nott
victoria amanda bennett
trevor anthony schumacher
christopher fred weasley
jaslene guinevere malfoy
kaleb own garcia

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He walked over toward the board and took manual control of the chalk himself and wrote on the board just under neath the spell they were learning:

Turn to page 67 of Advanced Transfiguration--The seeping ends.

After which he took a step back, grunted slightly and stood in front of the class for no longer than a second when he heard heard footsteps arising. These better be the children now! He said to himself as last lesson he was interrupted by the Headmistress due to his foul language used on the children. Today, he had to hold back on any form of swear in any language if he was to continue his job as an undercover professor. Hurry up! he said to himself as he took one last glimpse of the board making it sure it was quite clear.

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Trevor waltzed into the room rather lazily, with a couple things of parchment in his arms. He hadn't even cared to bring his book. What was the point? The teacher probably had extras anyway. He really wasn't ever prepared for class the way he should be anyway, but he usually passed his classes and moved on with his life. No harm in being an irresponsible and immature eighteen year old.

As he entered, though, he realized whose class this was. He had forgotten that that one man, who liked to yell quite a bit, was the professor of this particular class. He opened his mouth to make a smart remark, when he realized there was no one else in the room, "Oh my.." he trailed off, his bright eyes darting left and right at the empty seats, desperately wishing there were invisible people there. He thought he had timed it perfect to be late. Not too late, just.. a couple of minutes. He didn't even care to look up at the board as he just stood in the middle of the aisle awkwardly. He was never the first one in a classroom. Had he read the time wrong?

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The footsteps of someone walking was what Ligasto has heard as he slowly turned around taking a sip of his tea. His eyesight drifted down the walls and onto the floor which led to the entrance of the classroom. Hufflepuff. He said to himself as he muttered to himself under his breath as he marked off the student of the list after which he turned back to face the only student in the class at the time.
With a small smirk on his face; as well as a slight frown, he quickly took a few steps closer with his jet black robes just behind him. " Good day Mr. Trevor" He spoke with a voice with no tone,feeling or emoticon in it. Just a plain, dull empty voice.

" I do hope you do not need a map to find you seat? take out your book and turn to the right page or is that to hard for you young sir?" Ligasto didn't normally talk to the students unless he was screaming or teaching. Nor did he ever greet them unless he was ordered to and in this case, it was either be slightly more nicer or leave Hogwarts. Ligasto took a small sigh and spoke again "Piertotum Locomotor" is what we shall be learning today. It is the charm used to bring armor and statues to life and do the caster's bidding." Let's see how much this fool knows about his dark magic. He said to himself before preparing a small pop quiz. " Tell me Mr Trevor, which dark spell is used to control humans?" he asked waiting for a reply and at the same time, for the students to arrive.

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Trevor stood awkwardly for a couple more moments before slowly walking over to a seat in the middle row and sitting down. Usually by now he would have said something random and comical to cause the class to laugh, but since there was no one in here but the professor, he chose not to. What was the point in performing a show if no one was there to watch? A waste of effort.

He placed his things on the desk in front of him as he looked back up at the older man with a blank stare. He had to admit, being alone in a room with this explosive teacher was a bit unnerving. He was quite intimidated; this dude was frightening, to be honest.

"Yeah, well, I don't really have my book," he replied in a casual tone, trying to hide his discomfort, "So, do you got an extra?" he asked, glancing left and right, slightly paranoid. Trev frowned when the man asked him a random question on a certain spell. Being a 7th year, he had already learned this, and it should have rolled off his tongue easily, but it didn't, so he just had to think. He knew the death one, that was pretty simple. Who didn't know that one. It wasn't the cruciatus one.. he didn't think. But what was that other one? It was on the tip of his tongue, "Uhh.." he paused for a moment, "The.. Imperi.. ous.. one?" he stated, sounding much more like a question than an answer, since he wasn't all too sure.

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As far as she was concerned, she wasn't that late. Sure, the time on the nearest clock, as she rushed past, showed a time which she was aware was past the hour that the class was supposed to begin. But, in her defense, she doubted anyone else would be sat there, waiting for her presence. The teacher wouldn't mind that much, surely? She was almost certain that she would be one of the earlier students to arrive, despite the minutes passing. Still making her way towards the classroom, she only paused to glare at a second year student who decided it would be interesting to stand in her way. Even as she walked, she couldn't help but wonder: what was the worst that could happen? People expected members of her house to be late to lessons. She was only complying to their expectations. Still, best not to inform her mother of her slightly late appearance. She didn't think her mother would take it that well.

Approaching the classroom, the lack of students was noticeable. Was it possible then, that she had been incorrect in her predictions and that everyone else was already seated? That would not go well with her mother at all. She really hoped, for her sake, that other people, apart from herself, were also late. She glanced at her watch, sitting on her pale wrist and frowned. She wasn't that late, about seven minutes maybe? People had died for less. Although she really didn't want to risk waiting it out any longer. Especially if everyone was already sat down. Besides, walking in when the rest of the class were listening to the teacher would be slightly embarrassing. Sure, Jas was partial to a bit of the limelight, but she didn't want all eyes on her in this lesson. She already suspected that the teacher had something against her. But, it wasn't her fault she was the daughter of the headmistress, right? Some people are just born lucky!

The voices of the professor and another student reaching her ears as she stepped to open the door weren't exactly encouraging. Still bracing herself, she pushed the door open, only to find that she was staring at no more than two other people. Where was everyone else? She hadn't wanted everyone to be there, but to have virtually nobody else present, was that really any better? Standing in the doorway,she watched the exchange of the student and the teacher, apparently beginning the lesson, as though the adult had not even noticed the absence of everyone else. Weird. She didn't feel the need to say anything else, instead preferring to watch Trevor squirm slightly under the gaze of the teacher. Him not being one of her favourite people, she found some deep satisfaction in this situation occurring before her eyes.

Taking a seat directly behind the Hufflepuff boy, she smiled sweetly at both of them. Removing all of the necessary equipment for the lesson, she placed it into a neat pile on the desk she was sat at. Almost the perfect student, or so she would have others believe.

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Typical student. Ligasto said to himself as he rolled his eyes and went to walk over to the front table to obtain a second copy of the book needed for today. "I assure you that if you do not bring a book to my next lesson I shall transform your hand into the transfiguration book needed for my lessons." Ligasto said hoping to give the boy a little shake. He was not serious about transfiguring his hands into anything. Yet deep inside he really did want to. " Come prepared next time!" He said raising his voice slightly in a way that almost seemed like an order.

As much as he disliked the students and this boy, he was rather shocked to the fact that this boy knew of the imperious charm. His eyes squinted slightly as he moved his head closer toward Trevor. " That's right." He whispered softly with a devilish smirk on his face. " The ministry orders me not to explain what this charm is, yet I am surprised to know that you already do. Perhaps you wish to try it one day? I can help you there." Ligasto said quickly stepping back as an other student walked into the classroom. Who on Earth is that? He said to himself as he looked up to see who it was.

" Good morning Miss Malfoy." Ligasto said with a small cough and walked toward her table. "You see Mr. Trevor, this is who you should be like. A student who comes prepared for class. I suggest you take note of that into your diary or even better your hand." His voice echoed in the classroom as he marked the student off the attendance sheet.

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Trevor snorted at the professor's threat of turning his hand into a book, "Oh, that would be kinda cool," he began, "Then I could beat people with it. It would be like one huge paddle," he joked. Afterwords, he felt like he should probably have kept quiet. This man could probably kill him or something, since they were currently the only ones in the room.

Trevor gave the man an even stare when he raised his voice, trying to keep a cool exterior, though he did frighten him a bit. As the teacher approached him more closely, Trev scooted back in his chair ever so slightly. This man was really creeping him out now. He raised an eyebrow, chuckling uncomfortably, "Uh, well.. I don't really think.. Aren't they illegal?" he finished lamely. He wasn't really interested in learning how to cast these curses.

He let out a sigh of relief as he heard another student enter. Finally, he wasn't alone. He didn't even care to turn around to see who this person was, who seemed to have taken a seat behind him, "Well, she's the one who's late," he explained, rolling his eyes to the ceiling and muttering something under his breath, that certainly sounded like an insult.