?

Log in

Sep. 17th, 2004 @ 06:50 pm Defence with Simkin.
Current Mood: creative
Who: Professor Simkin
When: First week DADA class. (Sorry it's late)
Notes: Everyone feel free to respond with your characters experience, either as his/her thoughts or questions to the teacher or others. In this 1st class, it doesn't matter what year or with whom you're with. For now don't worry about it, we're throwing logic out the window. :)

The usual classroom rhubarb silenced as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor strode into the room, with all eyes turning to take in the new teacher...or patsy, whichever you may prefer. He was a tall and thin man, quite lanky, dressed curiously in a Muggle suit and tie and black bowler hat. Many of the students whispered to each other as he came in almost a saunter, clacking his walking cane as he moved to the front of the class. Did he forget to wear proper robes, or was he always going to be dressed like this? Most of the students were concerned with how he would teach.

When he reached the front, he wiggled his bushy handlebar moustache and tipped his hat to the students. "Steady on, now children, steady on. Ah yes, good! Excellent! A lovely full classroom, that's what I like to see." He twirled his cane about once and then leaned back against his desk, blue eyes scanning the room intensively. "Good, good! Alright then, friends, let's get this started, shall we? My name is-" and he turned, pointed his cane at the blackboard and immediately his name was outlined in chalk as he spoke-"Simkin Van Hogglepouffen. Now I've been told that's quite a mouthful, so you may call me Professor Simkin, or Professor Van, it doesn't concern me much. Now let's see, role-call then, shall we? No? Probably not. You see I was given a class list but I seem to have--"

With a flip of his hat, he checked as if looking for something, then shrugged and placed it back on his head. "Forget that then. Let's see...ah! I know, a little about me then! Right-o! Where to start...well there's no better place to start than the beginning, eh what? Born and raised here--well not here but where many of you come from, Merry old England, what chaps? Yes I believe it was 19...1955 I believe, yes. Don't like to focus too much on age, you see. Now I never schooled at Hogwarts, which I'm sure many of you think strange if not downright scandalous, what? I do however have my doctorate archaeology and history from the Munich College of Professional Wizards. Now that was some time, yes...I can tell you some stories I could. Never let anyone convince you that professional types are a boring lot. Oh ho ho!"

He leaned back a little further, and twirled his moustache muttering, "Where was I..." before starting anew. "Oh yes! That's right, you could technically call me "Doctor", but there's no need for that here at Hogwarts. No, no Professor is fine, has a lovely ring to it I think. Defence Against the Dark Arts professor! That's right...had a bit of bad luck with your Professor's in the past haven't you? They were a sorry lot, I hear. Well then again I've gotten mixed reports for all of them so I'm not sure what to think, but here's hoping our little foray will last a little longer than a term, wha- Oh, you have a question...?"
About this Entry
mt_profsimkin:
[User Picture Icon]
From:too_clever
Date:September 18th, 2004 04:43 pm (UTC)
(Permanent Link)
Hermione dropped her hand and chewed on her lower lip apprehensively for a moment.

"Yes, sir -- I was just wondering -- are we going to be restricted to learning theory again this year, or do you intend to actually let us put our new knowledge to use in practical methodology?" She remembered Umbridge's reign of terror all too well, and not knowing whether Dumbledore or Fudge had recruited their new professor was enough to make her nervous. The DA could always continue practising discreetly, but having a competent, encouraging Defense teacher would surely relieve some of the pressure from Harry's shoulders.
From:mt_profsimkin
Date:September 18th, 2004 05:33 pm (UTC)
(Permanent Link)
"Ah yes, Miss Granger", Simkin said with a nod. "I've heard quite a bit about you from...er, ahem, some other Head of House...well I didn't agree with his sentiment entirely! I prefer to call someone like you 'enthusiastic, eh what?"

He twirled his cane around again and this time slapped it against his palm. "Yes, I remember when I was but a lad in magic school. I didn't ask many questions myself, in class but I did depend on others to do it for me, which I'm sure is how the others in this class depend on you. Why I remember a little filly just like you, bush-er-curly hair and the like. In fact you remind me strikingly of her, but...you couldn't possibly be related could you? Granger...Granger, Granger..."

tap...tap...tap...

"Oh, but no you're Muggleborn aren't you? No then it's quite an impossibility isn't it. You do bare a striking resemblance, don't you? Ah back to your question, yes I heard about the "Theory only" course they had you doing last year. Load of nonsense I think. I didn't win the Munich Dueling Festival of 1975 by just studying the theory, now did I? No no no no no no nonono. Now that was some time I tell you, 20 years old, spring of my life! Oh some real firebrands in that little tourney, and I was just some european kid with a bowler hat-you see I wore bowler hats quite a bit in those days, got used to it in the service. Now there was this one chap by the name of Big Everyman, I kid you not. Tall as a ogre. Half-giant I believe, and he was my first match. Now I thought this was a joke because as we all know spells like to bounce off giants, and I wasn't an auror giant-killer yet, but I did end up winning, didn't I? What I did, was transfigure the ground he was standing on into 6-feet deep chocolate fudge! Once he was neck deep in it, I turned it back. Had no choice but to forfeit then, he did. I do say it was a bit cheap of me, a little unfair, but I must admit I was a bit of a pu-Oh, yes, you have a comment?"
[User Picture Icon]
From:mt_ginny
Date:September 18th, 2004 05:33 pm (UTC)
(Permanent Link)
Giny sat toward the middle of the class her eyes focused on the new teacher, wondering if she could believe what she was seeing. He wore muggle clothes? However, she only half listened as she figured that any actual learing of DADA would come from Dumbledore's Army. So she wasn't too concerned where the teacher was brilliant or a git.
[User Picture Icon]
From:boy_who_smirked
Date:September 18th, 2004 06:22 pm (UTC)
(Permanent Link)
To be honest, Draco had been quite busy sniggering along with Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. Too busy to have been paying attention, at any rate.

"Chocolate fudge was his brilliant idea?" He said under the sound of Simkin's voice.

As the room fell silent once again a thousand insults came to his mind. But he would hold his tongue... for now.

Wait... who has a comment?

Certainly he wasn't speaking to me.
[User Picture Icon]
From:headboy_to_be
Date:September 18th, 2004 06:33 pm (UTC)
(Permanent Link)
Ernie stood and spoke up, even though Professor Simkin wasn't really looking in his exact direction.

"Well sir, you were using your wand in a defensive manner during a duel situation. I'd hardly call that cheap or unfair." He said confidently before sitting back down.
From:mt_profsimkin
Date:September 21st, 2004 05:15 pm (UTC)
(Permanent Link)
"That's right! That's right!" Professor Simkin said with an enthusiastic nod. "Five points to Hufflepuff, Mr MacMillan. Yes while I said I acted a bit of a punk back then, the lesson--the lesson is that during a dueling situation, one must thing outside the box in order to survive. This is what I'm going to be trying to teach you enthusiastic lot. How many of you would've thought to use your wand against something you could, like the ground, instead of something difficult, like the body of a giant or half giant, hm? Hm I say."

Simkin nodded, apparently very happy with himself, and then went on into detail each and every duel in the tournament, not only his own but others, and he paused intermittently, not to make sure the students were taking notes...but to try to remember lost details.

"And so ...well take my cane for instance. Fancy trying to get that past the rules. It is a proper wand but I transfigured it into a walking stick because back then it was the 'cool' thing to do. Figured myself to be a micro-Merlin I di- oh and that's the bell. Jolly good. For homework, I'd like you to look carefully at the property of your wand and write a hmmmm......let's say 12 inches shall we, on why it's important. Cheerio, my little peaches!"

Then he turned away to gussy up his desk and classroom as the students milled about...