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User Name: Kt_tonguetied
Teacher name: Marketa Prochazka
House: Hufflepuff alumni
Year: N/A
Age: 22
Blood: Half; Muggle father and Witch mother
Wand: 15 inches, yew, unicorn tail hair

History: Mar grew up and still lives in the Czech Republic, previously known as the Soviet Republic of Czechoslovakia. Since a time before she was born, her country had been ruled by communists. Luckily, shortly after her birth, the Soviets retreated and Czechoslovakia became the Czech and Slovak Republics. Her childhood was relatively happy, even if they spent most of the time with little or no money while her father, Miklos, tried to hold down a job. Her mother, a native Brit, taught her English and was responsible for sending her to Hogwarts when the time came.

History of Magic was always Mar’s favorite class, because she took in historical events like a child would a storybook. She never had time for stories or games when she was a kid, so this was the next best thing. She got full marks in only two classes on her NEWTs: History and Domestic Charms.

Mar met her husband Ivan when she was sixteen years old, working over the summer at a café near her apartment building. He was a cheeky twenty-year-old boy looking for a good flirt, and Marketa, trying to distract herself from her lack of funding, was more than willing to oblige him. They ended up falling in love and seeing one another even when Mar was in school (she would sneak Floo powder into the Common Room), and two years after she graduated, when they both had enough money to get by, they were married.

Less than a year after they married, they were blessed with their first daughter Nadezda, or Nadia. Now, two years later, Marketa is pregnant again with their second child.

Personality: Marketa is very modest and shy because she had been so poor up until getting the job at Hogwarts. However, she has a very quick wit. And, at the moment, she can be quite hormonal.
Position: History of Magic Professor

Marketa emerged from her office, running the back of her hand over her mouth briefly as she came into the classroom. She smiled wanly at the duo who were there already. "Sitting so patiently; I t'ank you," she greeted warmly, despite her voice being slightly cracked with fatigue. "Let us just see who we are missing so far, yes? Who do I have wit' me now? I'm afraid if I 'ad you last term you 'ave grown, and I no longer recognize you." She picked up her list of students for roll-call; it would simply be easier if the two students there would just tell her who they were, rather than her reading off all of the names.

~Kathryn J. Yelsah~

Kathryn looked up. "I'm Kathryn Yelsah. Are you alright? You look more worn out than feel." Kathryn looked over at Stephanie and smiled. "Hey Steph, thanks for the consideration. You should have shaken me til I fell out of bed. I'm starving."

~Mary Lou Austin~

Mary Lou shook her head. "Mary Lou Austin." Was all she said. She wasn't about to get into a debate with the professor. She just wanted to get use to things. Well as used to it as was humanly possible.

~Kathryn A. Yelsah~

Kathryn gave a little giggle as she shook her head at Stephanie. "Yeah Steph, you should know better than to come into class late and being loud. You trying to bring attention to us then?" She copied Stephanie and took out her book and some writing gear. Her ink was solid black however and she looked at the sparkly orange. "That's totally cool. I might have to steal it from you until I can get some myself."

Marketa checked off all of the names presented to her on the student roll, and smiled at Stephanie. "T'ank you, dear. One of you 'ave seen Jason Gunn today, per'aps?" she asked the class. She wanted to make sure the poor boy hadn't gone missing or something less significant.

Marketa cleared her throat significantly, trying to get the class's talking to stop until she had at least given instructions. "Well, if he does not show up, I will just 'ave to ask around." She shrugged to herself, putting away the studen roster and turning to the class. "Today will be fairly easy on you. It is review. Please write two paragraphs on all you remember about what you learned in 'istory last term. And d'ey 'ave to flow, not be erratic little sentences, eider. I am up 'ere to 'elp if you need it." She moved to her desk and sat down, trying to fight the sudden urge to be slightly ill.