To Ferret out the Truth

Lounging back in her chair Ciar rested the back of the chair against the back wall propped up on its two back legs. A Blood Pop was residing in her mouth, the white stick almost looking like a Muggle cigarette between her lips. Red robes falling to either side of the chair as her earthy brown shirt caught the shavings from her newest project.

A small, sharp knife in one hand and a chunk of wood in the other, the Irish teen's nimble fingers shaped the block of wood with practiced ease. She wasn't quite sure what it would end up being. He hands seemed to have a mind of their own when she was working with wood. Especially the wood she had now. Ciar had always been attracted to ebony wood, perhaps because it was as dark as she was. She always made her best works with ebony and she knew this one would be no different. Waiting for her classmates Ciar carved, each slice a picture of precision.

Luc smiled as he entered the classroom and took in the site before him. "Are you planning on making something of that wood or staking Professor Pyrrhos?" He smirked moving to take his seat.

"I don't think he has a kill point, not one that will keep him down. Well i can't see any which is unusual." He frowned. He saw every way in which to kill someone, even when he didn't want to but for Professor Pyrrhos he got nothing serious.

Ciar smiled at Luc as gently teased her. If it were anyone else she'd have probably thrown them against the closest wall. She had a reputation to uphold about being the tough Irish girl after all. Her hands unclosing from around her work she held the half finished piece up for examination.

"It looks to intricate to me to be a stake," she commented with a coy smile. "Though if you plan on staking someone you might try Professor Suess, the Creatures of War prof. I swear the woman has vampire written all over her but one can never be quite sure." Her eyes traveled over the wood. It had started at one side and was slowly moving around and to the center. "I think it's got something to do with lions," Ciar mused, studying the shape. "That is definitely a lion's tail."

Frodo entered the class, feeling a bit tired from his lack of sleep, since he was busy cramming for OWL exams. Still, he felt he had everything under control and he was mostly confident about the things he knew.

He smiled lightly at the other students and took a seat next to the front. He hoped the lesson would be an interesting one, just like the previous classes.

Yefrem wandered into the classroom, not entirely sure what to think of the last class of the year. Shrugging to himself, he randomly picked a seat and sat down. Thinking about the OWL exams only worried Yefrem. He was pretty sure that he'd failed nearly every single one of them.