Open to all first year students.
Thursday, September 2nd, 2117.
The Charms Classroom - 11:15 AM.
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Caelin Grimm was excited. He had two passions in life - one, of course, was charms. He had always had a knack for it, ever since he first started... Grimm looked fondly around his classroom. His classroom. The other passion was teaching. Here, he got to do it both; and first years were his favourite. Maybe they didn't get to study the most intricate and beautiful of charms-work; but to them, it was all new.
Each year, he got to experience it with them - the discovery of just what they could be capable of.
And he had a real winner planned for today, oh yes. The tall, slender man glanced at his desk and grinned, leaning back in his chair. He glanced at the sundial that sat on the corner the desk; a device of his own making. A small, square, flat stone several inches across housed the dial; above it, a tiny sun floated in mid-air, in tandem with its' larger counterpart outside. Just past eleven, the Professor thought; here they come!
He greeted the first through the doors with a cheery wave, smiling at each student as they entered and found their seats in the rows of chairs that filled the room, each topped with its' own desk. At the top, left corner of each desk was a pile of sticks of varying sizes and a bundle of dried moss; presumably intended as kindling.
"Good morning, everyone!" Grimm stood as the last few stragglers took their seats, beaming around the room. "Welcome to undoubtedly the most wonderful of the subjects you will study here - Charms! In this classroom, you will learn some of the finest forms of magic; in Charms, you are limited only by your imagination. But, we must of course start with the basics."
As he spoke, his wand made several quick flourishes through the air, and the bundle of branches on his own desk jumped slightly. Again, another hop; and then the sticks rose into the air, spinning around each other. They moved together, leaning inward, and arranged themselves into a neat pyramid; the moss in the centre. Settling back onto the wood of the desk, they settled, forming a small campfire.
"Fire!" Grimm announced, "one of the most important tools known to man! Powerful.. and very pretty!" He pointed with his wand again, this time gently touching it's tip to the stack of wood, which burst into sudden, vivid blue flames. Crackling merrily, the small fire didn't seem to be scorching the wood of the desk. Those of the students, Grimm knew, would not come out as unscathed. He looked rather amused at the idea.
"So!" Grimm clapped his hands, and as suddenly as they'd been ignited, the flames went out. "These are blue-bell flames. An incredibly useful charm - they burn at a temperature low enough to make them malleable... when the spell is cast correctly, of course. This allows them to be kept as a light source.." Grimm picked up a glass jar from his desk, again conjuring blue flames from the tip of his wand. They gathered inside the jar, burning brightly despite the lack of fuel, "Or even handled." He continued, tipping the jar upside down so that the flames poured onto his open palm. He closed his hand, snuffing them out.
"The incantation is Lacarnum Inflamarae," he said slowly, "repeat it with me, Lacarnum Inflamarae. Excellent. Now, build yourselves a small fire each, and you can have a go at it."
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