Charms Classroom

Charms Classroom
hogwarts classroom

Charms is a core class taught at Hogwarts. It specializes in the teaching of charm spells, but is also an introduction to the combination of wrist and wand movements as well as etymology. Once students are studying for their NEWTs, they begin reviewing nonverbal magic and might begin learning wandless magic if they are particularly proficient with nonverbal spells. Charms is currently taught by Professor Hawke.

Leighton Bishop

caulerpa, sixth year
ateleia

Charms has easily become the subject that he hates the most for a plethora of reasons including Wilfreda and her poor choices as a teacher, which subsequently also includes assigning him to Molly for what will supposedly be the rest of term. It's an indescribable torture, yet unlike Felton's torture of his alleged best friend it isn't intentional. He had started to dread it more Tuesday morning, and then the run-in with Molly happened at a particularly terrible time. After that, his dread grew, but then he messaged Zenia and it just got worse and worse. Leighton is braced for some sort of confrontation even if he's pointed out that she couldn't harm even the smallest, most pointless bug. Still his personality (or at least this persona of himself that he acquired overseas) doesn't mix with the heavy emotions that riddle her and that she is so willing to fling around. He hasn't lost the image of her losing it at the idea that Felton is abandoning her. It seemed so depressing, yet it was so familiar in a way that he hasn't figured out, which has harassed his memories since then and frustrated him immensely. Everything about her is depressing; he doesn't understand how so many boys date her. Why would you want to date someone with such little self respect? Possibly for the same reason it has benefited his brother to be friends with her for so long, he assumes. It's disgusting. He even catches Colin Strickland in the hallway and glares at him. He's a little annoyed by how much space she's occupying in his thoughts, but he prays it dwindles after this interaction with her. He can attempt to switch partners too. Hawke doesn't hate him yet. When he sits down beside her in Charms, he has no urge to say a word to her, not even in greeting.

Molly Mayberry

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

Molly is earlier to class than usual today because she woke up so early as a result of sleeping so much. At least she was finally able to get a full night of sleep, and it is because she is more rested now that she believes she is more capable of interacting with Leighton without becoming frustrated every time she hears him speak. Truth be told, she is a bit nervous about talking to him. Before leaving for class today, Zenia had admitted to her rather guiltily that she told Leighton about the other specifics of the argument. Being more levelheaded now, Molly can understand why Zen thought that was necessary and was not very angry. After all, it takes a lot for her to be upset with people, especially when she understands their heart was in the right place. He takes his seat and she glances to the front to see the Hawk has not yet arrived in the classroom, so she turns towards him to greet him and hopefully start this conversation. "Hello, Leighton." she begins, placing her hands in her lap and fiddling with her fingers nervously. "Zenia told me she talked to you, so I want to talk, too."

Leighton Bishop

caulerpa, sixth year
ateleia

Leighton glances towards her, briefly switching his gaze down to the fidgeting hands that had previously been in the corner of his eye. "Hello, Molly," he returns the greeting, staring at her with a rather unimpressed expression. It's sort of a poor phrasing of her intentions and desires considering it would be ridiculous to want to talk to him every time Zenia does since that is quite a lot. He wouldn't want that. It sounds terrible. Apart from that, Leighton isn't certain that there is much left to be discussed between them; she will only go in circles with him again. He's certain of it. "Hawke will arrive soon," he reminds her, turning towards the front of the room. He doesn't want to be surprised when Hawke comes down the stairs from her office, catching them chatting away on her time even though *she* is the one not giving them anything to do. Even if it's ridiculous, he would prefer not to get in trouble. "We can discuss whatever it is you believe needs to be discussed, but only if you can manage your time." His voice is not as stern, but he does seem distant and uninvested. It's about as uninvested as he could seem for someone far too invested in the situation at hand, but he can't admit that. Clearly when he cares, it causes more problems and she doesn't appreciate it.

Molly Mayberry

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

Molly glances at the clock in her classroom before deciding that she is capable of getting out everything she needs to say rather succinctly. It is in her best interests to keep the conversation concise, after all, so that it doesn't drag on for longer than usual and make her feel embarrassed. He does not seem interested in this conversation anyway, which indicates to her that there won't be much of a back and forth. "Zenia admitted to me that she told you that telling him to be nicer to you is what set him off in the first place. That's true." she says. Her voice is quiet because she does not want others to overhear her; it's early though so people are still quiet and lost in their own little worlds, so she isn't concerned. "I just want to be clear, though, that..." She pauses, not being able to find a way to sugarcoat this or say it nicely. Instead, she takes a breath and decides to be blunt. "I don't like you very much and we aren't friends." She feels a lot better having got that off of her chest, and her features relax in relief. "I'm not going to attempt to defend his actions against you because I don't know enough about your side of the issue. I don't want to, and I wouldn't want to be forced to pick a side anyway. And I don't understand why this is the issue that he fixated on when the problem was so obviously Ancient Runes. It's clearer to me now that you don't interact, so I don't know where he got the idea that we are friends. I definitely did not tell him anything like that." Molly drops her gaze again, not wanting to look him in the eye as she says this next bit, her voice becoming quiet. "I can dislike you and at the same time think you deserve to be treated more kindly. I don't think that's unfair or... or a betrayal." She sighs before looking back up at him again. "I just wanted to clarify why I did that. I know you don't like me either, so you don't have to worry about me having some sort of secret agenda to be your friend." Molly goes quiet then looks at the time, then the front of the classroom. Wilfreda still isn't here, which is good. "That's it."

Leighton Bishop

caulerpa, sixth year
ateleia

He doesn't attempt to the hide the snide smile that grows on his face, then he even laughs. Her even clarifying that they're not friends is humorous to him. He could laugh about it for a lifetime. "I know we're not. I don't know why we ever would be." His statement on the matter isn't meant to be offensive, but he can't decide how she reacts. He should probably try to understand why she's so sensitive anyways, but he doesn't care enough about her nor does he want to be exposed to more of her and her inner psyche. Charms is enough for him. "Your statement is contradictory to the stance you held last night. Why is it that you can hate me and want better for me, but I can't have those same thoughts towards you?" His voice goes quieter, not wanting to have anyone hear their conversation. Admitting he wants better for her is humiliating somehow; it's a thought that invades his brain and corrupts it. He's not meant to care what happens to her, yet he does care or at least cares a little more than he wants to. He gets angrier at Felton the longer the thought drags on. If not for the fact that defending her to his brother's face would mean coming across as if he's invested in this or as if he's closer to her than he is or ever wants to be, then he would except he knows that's impossible. "For your information, it isn't unfair. He's just dramatic." Felton has been a dramatic one from the start. His constant charades during the immediate aftermath of the affair just point to how theatrical he is. If anything, this lingering thought gives him some light nausea as he considers how much his brother must hate him too. He knows it and can't not be reminded of it, but it disgusts him how he's done nothing except exist and yet it's tearing at the seams of their friendship. He's hated so much that giving him any sort of patience or sympathy, which seemingly no one in their family wants to pay him, is some sort of crime against the laws of their friendship. Leighton paints himself as a bad person often, pushes others out of his life to protect his fragile interior. All he did that first day he saw Molly was push and push and push. Except Leighton doesn't believe he's truly such a terrible person to believe in. He falls silent, eyes lingering on hers for a brief moment before he turns away and faces the front of the classroom. His eyes quickly fall towards the table, not wanting to bother with even one more word.

Molly Mayberry

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

Molly bites the inside of her cheek when he laughs but doesn't really know what she was expecting from him anyway. "It wasn't very clear to me yesterday that you wanted better for me. I understand that *now*, but – " She doesn't want to waste her breath on telling him he could've told her that *nicely* and she wouldn't have been as hostile, so she stops. "Never mind. Thank you, Leighton. I appreciate it." She does a half-hearted smile and shifts her position so that she is facing the board again. For some reason, it feels a lot better now having it out in the open that they do not like each other because she no longer feels that she has to try as hard. Molly is so used to exerting so much effort into her friendships and relationships so that she is not abandoned, so it is ironic and funny, almost, that this mutual dislike with Leighton is a dynamic in which she can relax. He isn't even that *bad*, she thinks, so it is easy for them to coexist. She is distracted when Professor Hawke enters the room, and she straightens in her seat before glancing to her side for one last look at him. She thinks then, with certainty, that she will be able to put up with him for rest of this class and likely the rest of the term. It isn't a lot to put up with, she muses, but she's snapped out of this train of thought rather quickly when class begins.