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Post by angelique on Mar 18, 2010 17:03:25 GMT
To be honest, Angelique was a little disappointed that her native language wasn't very popular here at Hogwarts. Earlier this week, she had taken the time to look at the class register. She could still remember the shock when she had only seen a handful of names. Well, it had taken her a while but she had come to terms with the unpopularity of her class compared to the others offered here at this school. They'll never know what they're missing out on though. Probably, those brats didn't realize how useful another language was - so dependent were they on a good translator spell.
With a flick of her wand, Angelique wrote her name in straight neat letters on the board in front of her. Below it, a small introduction of her course and instructions for her students appeared. It was going to be hard to co-ordinate her lessons in accordance to her students current level of French. Furthermore, she hoped that more students would join her class later on in the year. French was the language of love, after all. Surely the students here at Hogwarts would see that!
After placing her bag on her desk, Angelique took the time to walk along the neat rows of desks. Again, it was such a shame that only a small amount of these desks would be filled. After a quick surveillance of her domain, Angelique turned around to reread what was on the board.
Français - Mademoiselle Beaumont
Please write something about yourself, what your current level of French is, and what you would like to learn in this class. You may write in English or French.
Satisfied and feeling quite prepared, Angelique returned to sit at her desk. Hopefully, none of them would be able to write in French. Otherwise is was going to be hectic trying to co-ordinate her students. If they were fluent, she'll have to assign them some individual reading and that would be plain boring. If she wanted her class to stay together throughout the curriculum, she'll have to rush the stragglers and that would be unfair. But then again, she was getting ahead of herself. She'll have to see if she even has a class first.
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Post by bethany on Mar 21, 2010 20:47:47 GMT
as much as beth had disliked the whole idea of coming to hogwarts, she had been rather pleased to see that french was a subject on the curriculum. as a result, she had put her name down for it, as well as a handful of other subjects. she had also been rather pleased to hear that the teacher herself was french, which meant that she'd be learning a whole lot more than her tutor had taught her, though even he had taught her a fair bit of the language. bethany peered through the doorway of the classroom that was to host her very first lesson at a proper school. she was rather nervous, though glad that it had been this subject first as opposed to any of the others. she stepped inside, silently making her way to the front of the classroom and taking a seat. the task on the board told her to write something about herself and her level of french. it wasn't excellent and she was far from fluent, but she could speak a fair amount. 'je m'appelle bethany dalton, et j'ai dix-sept ans. je suis une élève nouvelle. ma française n'est pas parfait, mais c'est assez bien. j'apprendais ça avec un prof dans ma maison.' simply but to the point. whether all of the grammar and vocabulary was correct, she didn't know, but she hoped she could get across what she was trying to say. her tutor had told her that it didn't matter if she got the french perfect so long as whoever she was speaking to knew what she was trying to say. he had followed this with a spelling and grammar test however, so beth wasn't convinced that he had meant what he had said.
CLOTHES !? slytherin uniform.
MADE BY !? vixity at caution.
STATUS !? completed.
TAGGED !? french class.
WORDS !? two ninety-five.
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Post by joshie on Mar 21, 2010 22:10:35 GMT
 DROP A HEART BREAK A NAME
W E ‘ R E A L W A Y S S L E E P I N G I N
AND WE‘RE SLEEPING FOR THE WRONG TEAM
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Josh rolled over and heard a thump, which woke him from his deep sleep. He wondered if it was a house elf, tidying his room or something, but when he opened his eyes, he realised that he'd fallen on the floor, taking the quilt with him to cushion his fall. He swore slightly under his breath and got up, using the bed as leverage. That was when he caught site of the time. He swore again, and scrambled up from the tangled mess that was his bedsheets. Pushing them off him, he moved quickly to his trunk and pulled out his robes which had been packed right at the top, as they had gone in last. He was late for his first lesson, and that wouldn't make a good impression would it? Or at least he would be late if he didn't hurry up and get to the class soon! He pulled off his pyjamas and changed quickly into his many layered and very constricting robes, then checked he looked okay in the mirror before grabbing his stuff and heading out of the dormitory, through the common room and into the dungeons, in what was the quickest wake up that he'd had in awhile. At home they didn't have to wake up ridiculously early, he would get up at a decent time. But not here, Hogwarts was different, and as he yawned he began to miss his home and his bed.
His first lesson was French, and he'd been happy to see it on the curiculum. He hadn't known that Hogwarts had taught it, and he wanted a second language, and he'd picked French. So he headed to the floor where the room was, and took a breath and composed himself as he opened the door. He'd basically run all the way, so he was a little out of breath, but at least his robes looked alright, although they weren't the most comfortable thing he'd worn. He saw his twin sister sitting in a chair, and he took the one next to her, a happy grin on his face. He was glad that he didn't have to sit this subject alone, as French wasn't his strongpoint, but he really wanted to learn. He saw the assignment on the board and drew his equipment out of his bag and put them onto the desk. "Hey sis! Good morning?" [/color] He whispered, wondering how she'd fared with waking up early. She probably handled it better than he had though. He began to write on his paper, unsure if what he was writing was correct. Bonjour, J'mapelle Joshua Andrew Dalton. J'habit dans un manoir. mon français n'est pouilleux. Je veux savoir comment sortir de ce lieu."[/b][/color] Josh wrote, with a smile. Although he wasn't sure if it was right. He looked over to Beth's sheet and she seemed to know what she was doing. At least he had homework help! [/size][/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Hola! I made this post for the lovely and wonderful French Class. I want to say thanks for reading this! It counts at 483 words! these are his robes. Credit for the template goes to moi, aka Emma! And The lyrics are borrowed from the awesome song, Sugar We’re Going Down by Fall Out Boy. Oh, and before you go, you should know; I hope Google translator is accurate haha! [/size][/font][/color] |
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