(OOC:Sorry, started collage, yeah, good now.)

Xehanort sighed. He wondered how he had been coned into running a dueling club. What students would show up was anyones guess as well. He settled into his normal, relaxed pose, leaning on one wall of the great hall, as he awaited the group.

An explosive crash rang out of Xehanort's lab. Very explosive. The door was blown off it's hinges and Xehanort was slammed into a wall. His instruments remained unbroken, but everything that didn't have protective charms on it(like the desk) was shattered. As Xehanort lay where he fell, bleeding, he watched the black fluid from the cauldron seep ( Read more... )

I wonder...if I made Reno a Prefect, would he act the part? I know some people don't shine till they have responsibility. It's something bears thinking about. That boy remind me of how my fellow Slytheriens and I used to get in trouble back when we were in school.

The house elves hate me. That is the only explanation for this! I have sent orders to the kitchens at least 13 times in the last few days, and only once did I get anything back! The time I DID get something, it was an old boot on a tray! I am about ready to go down there and curse the lot of them. I think I might need to learn how to...cook.

Lulu ( Read more... )

Xehanort was ready...and rather excited. He had decided to lump the 5th and 6th years together for this class, because it seemed that neither had been taught Protego Horribilis. Since he felt that the need for students to be able to shield themselves from Dark Magic was vital, he wanted to make sure that everyone had a solid mastery of the spell ( Read more... )

Well, another day. I do believe I have made some strides today. I gave that one kid his wand back, and took on a promising Ravenclaw to aid me in my research. Not half bad looking either. Not that, as a teacher, I WOULD be looking, but if, I was a student, I wouldn't think she was. The other girl, Selphie, should be amusing to have around, and ( Read more... )

Xehanort, clad in dark blue robes, with red trim and the Slytherin crest over his heart, sat in the dungeon that he had reserved as his workspace months ago. Magical devices to rival the Headmasters office, as well as almost anything used to combat the Dark Arts, were scattered about on stands and tables. In the center of the room, there was a ( Read more... )

To: All Students ( Read more... )

Xehanort sat in his office waiting for the little Hufflepuff he had given detention. Sophie Timlett, or something like that, he couldn't really be bothered to remember. The unfocused little girl had nearly cost him his hair, which is something he could not abide. He hated giving students detention, preferring to pawn them off on their own Heads ( Read more... )