Amata is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // LookingLovelyinher Classroomspace CURRENTLY // fancyingGrayson Powellspaces CURRENTLY WITH // Studentsspacesp CURRENTLY FEELING // Calmspacespa CURRENTLY THINKING // 'What is it with fourth year and all this dark subject matter?'spacespac დ დ დThe rain is fallin' on my windowpanes But we are hiding in a safer place.დ დ დ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceAmata sat, perched as ever on her desk, and watched as her students came in and took their seats. She waited a moment for them to get situated and to take out their things before beginning the lecture."Afternoon, class. Today we'll be talking about Unicorns, and the Legend associated with their blood."She dimmed the lights and let the same light, creepy music fill the room as the week before. She wondered why fourth year was apparently the year of scary stories, but she wouldn't complain; she rather liked scary stories."According to legend, the Unicorn was born a pure creature, untainted by wickedness and evil. It is a symbol of purity, hope, and innocence. And as with all creatures who are innocent and pure, there are those with dark hearts, who wish to blot out that light forever, and taint the purity with evil. A long time ago, one such being, a wizard whose heart was dark and twisted with evil, came across a Unicorn, drinking from a small pond in the middle of a glen. His tainted soul could not stand to be so near a creature so good, and so, he slayed the Unicorn, and, in an act of perverse victory, drank its blood. The Powers that Be saw this, and were appalled at his actions. As time wore on, the wizard realized that he had stopped aging, and believed himself immortal. But, his longevity was not a blessing, but a curse. For killing and desecrating a creature so pure, the wizard had been cursed to live forever, but only to live a half-life, filled with misery and failure. He wandered the Earth, his every waking moment drenched in suffering, his sleep plagued by horrible visions. From the day that dark wizard had slain the Unicorn, so every other being who who do the same was cursed the same. To drink the blood of a Unicorn is said to welcome the curse onto you."She gave her students a gentle smile. This particular lesson tended to disturb some students, particularly any with a strong liking of animals. But, well, she wouldn't be doing it justice if she didn't try to give it a little horror. She waited a moment so that the lecture could sink in, and then asked,"Anyone have any thoughts? Questions?"She waited patiently. The story she'd told was an old one, lost to the ages, seldom told in the modern day and age. But, her mother being the leading expert on such things, she'd been told the legend from a young age, usually while seated in a dark room, the light of a single candle casting shadows on the walls. Her mother knew how to tell a scary story; Amata could only hope to be as good a storyteller.
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Lesson 1: The Quintaped
The Creature: The Quintaped is a carnivorous five legged beast, covered in hair, also known as a Hairy MacBoon. They are indigenous to the Isle of Drear. It is classified as extremely dangerous by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. They are believed to have, at one time, been wizards. This cannot be verified, however, as they have resisted all attempts to be Untransfigured. Due to their dangerous nature, the Isle of Drear has been made Unplottable to prevent people from going to the island and being harmed.
The Myth: Long ago, the Isle of Drear was home to two warring clans, the MacBoons and McCliverts. One night, the two family heads engaged in a drunken wizards duel, and McClivert died. In retaliation, the McClivert clan transfigured the entire MacBoon clan into Quintapeds. However, they soon realized that this was an awful idea. The MacBoons were famous for being wholly inept at casting magic. But, as the Quintaped, they became powerful, and quite dangerous to their McClivert rivals. In their attempts to rectify the situation and return them to their natural state, the entire McClivert clan met their doom.
Homework: Discuss whether or not you believe it is possible that the Quintaped is in fact a family of Transfigured wizards.
First Lesson Survey:Please fill this out and include it in your first post.
[align=center][b]Name:[/b] Your first and last name. [b]House:[/b] Your house. [b]Year:[/b] Your year. [b]Blood Status:[/b] I know this is something of a personal question, but I would like you to let me know if you are a pureblood, halfblood or muggleborn. It can help me to understand your background and thus how familiar you may be with the curriculum. [b]Curriculum:[/b] Please list aspects of the curriculum that you are already familiar with. [b]Something interesting about you:[/b] Just so I can get to know you better! This can be about anything, from your pets to your lessons here to whatever else you want to tell me.[/align]
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𝔸𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕒 𝕚𝕤...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // fancyingGrayson Powellspace CURRENTLY // LookingLovelyin the Mythology Classroomspaces CURRENTLY WITH // Studentsspacesp CURRENTLY FEELING // Happyspacespa CURRENTLY THINKING // 'It's so nice to be back... and really be back.'spacespac დ დ დThe rain is fallin' on my windowpanes But we are hiding in a safer place.დ დ დ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceAmata entered the classroom with a gentle smile, eager to start the new term. She assumed her typical stance, sitting on the edge of her desk, back straight, and looked over the classroom a moment before beginning. "Hello, everyone. I'm Amata Harlowe, and I'll be your Mythology professor. You can call me Professor Harlowe. Now, when you arrive in my class, the first thing you should do is copy down the day's notes from the board. I'll give you a few minutes to do that, and then we'll begin a discussion on the lesson's subject. I'd like you all to know that this lesson operates mostly on a discussion basis. That is, I will give the information that the lesson covers, and then I'll open the floor for discussion. Any student who contributes will earn house points, provided that their contribution is not offensive or rude or disruptive. Please respect your fellow students and their opinions, even if you don't agree with them."
spaceAmata paused, giving them a moment to let that sink in. Not that she expected problems from either of them, but one could never be too sure, after all. After a decent pause, she smiled widely. This was one of her favorite lessons, after all. A few waves of the wand to set the mood. She dimmed the already fairly soft lighting. These lights would continue to dim over the course of her 'lecture,' until the room was lit only by the floating-lily candles placed on the student's desks (an addition she'd made for this exact lesson). The faintest sounds of music could be heard, a soft, simple melody that would grow darker and more discordant as she spoke. When she began, her voice was soft, a campfire voice, for a spooky campfire story."Back in the days when Scotland was still known for being just as likely to fight with itself as outsiders, there were two families, the MacBoons and the McClivert, living on the Isle of Dreer. The families were said to be in a constant war over the land on the Isle, with both sides claiming that the whole of the Isle was their family's by birthright. Records don't go back far enough for us to know which one of them was truly the first on the land, and they were both convinced that their ancestors were the founders. Now, there was a sort of 'safe zone' on the Isle, a village that was home to inhabitants that were not of either family, and in this village there was a pub, which both family heads frequented. One night, they both happened to decide to go for a drink, and they ran into each other at the bar. After hours of drinking and trading insults, one or the other challenged his rival to a duel. This was back when duels were still fought to the death, and to the death it was, with MacBoon winning by taking the life of McClivert. The McClivert clan, in retaliation, is said to have turned the whole MacBoon family into a herd of beasts, known as Quintapeds, or Hairy MacBoons. These creatures were quite powerful, and dangerous, and transfiguring the clan into them proved to have been a mistake. In an attempt to change them back to their original state, the entire McClivert clan was murdered. To this day, the Isle of Dreer is home to the dreaded creatures, and it is expressly forbidden for anyone to go there, for their own safety. The Quintapeds are monstrous creatures, with huge fangs and a hunger for flesh. And few who have seen them in person have lived to tell the tale."She paused dramatically, an eerie smile on her face, the flickering candlelight casting odd shadows on the walls. She watched her students carefully, her eyes playful and curious. She had no idea why she enjoyed treating this lesson as a scary story (well, other than that it traditionally was supposed to be one), but she did. After a moment, she asked,"Any questions?"Her voice was soft, gentle. She wanted very much to know what her students had to say about this particular myth.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 5:15 pm
Lesson 1: The Quintaped
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Homework: Discuss whether or not you believe it is possible that the Quintaped is in fact a family of Transfigured wizards.
Homework for Lesson 1 should be turned into Professor Harlowe's Office before the end of Lesson 2.
The Creature: The Unicorn is one of the most famous magical creatures in the world, being so prevalent that there are still muggles who believe in their existence, despite efforts on the part of wizards to hide their existence. Unicorns are often mistaken for horses, being indistinguishable from them except for the single horn in the middle of their head. As a foul, they are a perfect golden color, their hides turning silver, and then white as they age, with golden hooves. They prefer the presence of women over men, and inhabit forests across the whole of the UK.
The Myth: Unicorns are said to possess many magical qualities, and have long been sought out for their various parts, as each hold magical qualities. Their hair is often used in the making of wands, and their horns are ground for potions ingredients. However, the most mysterious and perhaps disturbing use for a Unicorn is to drink its blood. The Unicorn, being one of the most beautiful and purest creatures in the magical world, is considered almost sacred, and to slay one is a vicious crime. Legend holds that a witch or wizard who is at the brink of death may slay and drink its blood to prolong their life, but because they have committed such an egregious act, their life shall be cursed from the moment it touches their lips. The exact details of the curse are unknown. The most notable occurrence of the slaying and drinking of a unicorn’s blood was committed by Professor Quirinus Quirrell on behalf of the Dark Lord Voldemort, who, lacking a body of his own, was sharing Quirrell’s at the time. Shortly after committing the act, Quirrell died, although it is impossible to say whether or not this is the effect of the curse.
Homework: Discuss whether or not you believe in the curse of the blood and what you believe the ill effects of drinking said blood might be.
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𝔸𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕒 𝕚𝕤...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // fancyingGrayson Powellspace CURRENTLY // LookingLovelyin the Mythology Classroomspaces CURRENTLY WITH // Studentsspacesp CURRENTLY FEELING // Calmspacespa CURRENTLY THINKING // 'What is it with fourth year and all this dark subject matter?'spacespac დ დ დThe rain is fallin' on my windowpanes But we are hiding in a safer place.დ დ დ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceAmata sat, perched as ever on her desk, and watched as her students came in and took their seats. She waited a moment for them to get situated and to take out their things before beginning the lecture."Afternoon, class. Today we'll be talking about Unicorns, and the Legend associated with their blood."She dimmed the lights and let the same light, creepy music fill the room as the week before. She wondered why fourth year was apparently the year of scary stories, but she wouldn't complain; she rather liked scary stories."According to legend, the Unicorn was born a pure creature, untainted by wickedness and evil. It is a symbol of purity, hope, and innocence. And as with all creatures who are innocent and pure, there are those with dark hearts, who wish to blot out that light forever, and taint the purity with evil. A long time ago, one such being, a wizard whose heart was dark and twisted with evil, came across a Unicorn, drinking from a small pond in the middle of a glen. His tainted soul could not stand to be so near a creature so good, and so, he slayed the Unicorn, and, in an act of perverse victory, drank its blood. The Powers that Be saw this, and were appalled at his actions. As time wore on, the wizard realized that he had stopped aging, and believed himself immortal. But, his longevity was not a blessing, but a curse. For killing and desecrating a creature so pure, the wizard had been cursed to live forever, but only to live a half-life, filled with misery and failure. He wandered the Earth, his every waking moment drenched in suffering, his sleep plagued by horrible visions. From the day that dark wizard had slain the Unicorn, so every other being who who do the same was cursed the same. To drink the blood of a Unicorn is said to welcome the curse onto you."She gave her students a gentle smile. This particular lesson tended to disturb some students, particularly any with a strong liking of animals. But, well, she wouldn't be doing it justice if she didn't try to give it a little horror. She waited a moment so that the lecture could sink in, and then asked,"Anyone have any thoughts? Questions?"She waited patiently. The story she'd told was an old one, lost to the ages, seldom told in the modern day and age. But, her mother being the leading expert on such things, she'd been told the legend from a young age, usually while seated in a dark room, the light of a single candle casting shadows on the walls. Her mother knew how to tell a scary story; Amata could only hope to be as good a storyteller.
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Homework: Discuss whether or not you believe in the curse of the blood and what you believe the ill effects of drinking said blood might be.
Homework for Lesson 2 should be turned into Professor Harlowe's Office before the end of Lesson 3.
Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 9:47 pm
Lesson 3: The Chamber of Secrets
The Myth: Hogwarts founder Salazar Slytherin was famous for his belief that magical learning should be kept within the realms of magical families, and that any child born to muggle should remain a muggle, regardless of whether or not they showcased any magical talent. When he failed to convince the other founders of this ideal, he decided to create a safeguard, so that whenever the school became overrun with those he deemed unworthy, his lineage could purge the school of their presence. He created the Chamber of Secrets, which was said to be hidden away, so that only the Heir of Slytherin could ever find it, and house a monster which only the heir could control. As no one was ever able to locate the Chamber, it was dismissed as a myth. However, in the 1940’s, there was a series of attacks, leading to the paralysis of several muggle born students, culminating in the death of student Myrtle, who now haunts the girl’s bathroom on the second floor, known better to students as Moaning Myrtle. Then student Rubeus Hagrid was blamed for the attacks and expelled, but remained at the school as gamekeeper. Later, in the 1990’s while Harry Potter attended Hogwarts, the Chamber was opened again, and Hagrid was briefly taken to Azkaban prison. It was later proven that the culprit, in both instances of the Chamber being opened, was none other than Tom Riddle, known later in life as Lord Voldemort. The first time, Riddle was a student in attendance at Hogwarts, and was in fact the one who turned Hagrid in. The second time, he was acting through use of a Horcrux and student Ginny Weasley.
Homework: Explain your thoughts on the beliefs of Salazar Slytherin and his contemporaries.
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𝔸𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕒 𝕚𝕤...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // fancyingGrayson Powellspace CURRENTLY // LookingLovelyin the Mythology Classroomspaces CURRENTLY WITH // Studentsspacesp CURRENTLY FEELING // Calmspacespa CURRENTLY THINKING // 'What is it with fourth year and all this dark subject matter?'spacespac დ დ დThe rain is fallin' on my windowpanes But we are hiding in a safer place.დ დ დ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceAmata sat, perched as ever on her desk, and watched as her students came in and took their seats. She waited a moment for them to get situated and to take out their things before beginning the lecture."Afternoon, class. Today we'll be talking about the Chamber of Secrets. I know this is a lesson you get multiple times, both from your History of Magic professor and myself, but in this lesson we are more concerned with the legends associated with the Chamber, not the facts."She dimmed the lights and let the same light, creepy music fill the room as the week before. She wondered why fourth year was apparently the year of scary stories, but she wouldn't complain; she rather liked scary stories."Now, you must recall, there was a time when no one knew of the Chamber; it was a rumor, whispered through the halls of Hogwarts, passing from ear to ear, without any real confirmation. The three remaining founders tried for many years to locate the Chamber, but it was never found. So, it was believed to be a myth. As years passed, it became an obscure legend, its story stretched and edited and altered. A few brave souls attempted to locate the Chamber, spent years trying to find it, but to no avail. Then, one day, the message appeared, written in blood; "The Chamber of Secrets has been opened." The blood was barely dry before the first victim was claimed, and suddenly, students were dropping left and right, being found paralyzed by their housemates, their professors. Eventually, a culprit was caught, and expelled, but not before the death of a young student. Fifty years passed in silence, and the monster rumored to live in the Chamber lay dormant. Then, again on the wall, the same message, written in blood. Again, students began to be found paralyzed. This time, though, there was a savior; Harry Potter and his friend Ronald Weasley located and braved the dangers of the Chamber to end the terror. They slew the monster, and the castle was saved... or so the stories say."She gave her students a gentle smile and waited a moment so that the lecture could sink in, and then asked,"Anyone have any thoughts? Questions?"She waited patiently. This lesson differed from her usual ones in that much of what had previously been legend was now mostly confirmed; it also had a happier ending. But, there was always the chance that something could happen... and besides, what good horror story ended with 'and they all lived happily ever after'?
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Lesson 1: The Quintaped
The Creature: The Quintaped is a carnivorous five legged beast, covered in hair, also known as a Hairy MacBoon. They are indigenous to the Isle of Drear. It is classified as extremely dangerous by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. They are believed to have, at one time, been wizards. This cannot be verified, however, as they have resisted all attempts to be Untransfigured. Due to their dangerous nature, the Isle of Drear has been made Unplottable to prevent people from going to the island and being harmed.
The Myth: Long ago, the Isle of Drear was home to two warring clans, the MacBoons and McCliverts. One night, the two family heads engaged in a drunken wizards duel, and McClivert died. In retaliation, the McClivert clan transfigured the entire MacBoon clan into Quintapeds. However, they soon realized that this was an awful idea. The MacBoons were famous for being wholly inept at casting magic. But, as the Quintaped, they became powerful, and quite dangerous to their McClivert rivals. In their attempts to rectify the situation and return them to their natural state, the entire McClivert clan met their doom.
Homework: Discuss whether or not you believe it is possible that the Quintaped is in fact a family of Transfigured wizards.
First Lesson Survey:Please fill this out and include it in your first post.
[align=center][b]Name:[/b] Your first and last name. [b]House:[/b] Your house. [b]Year:[/b] Your year. [b]Blood Status:[/b] I know this is something of a personal question, but I would like you to let me know if you are a pureblood, halfblood or muggleborn. It can help me to understand your background and thus how familiar you may be with the curriculum. [b]Curriculum:[/b] Please list aspects of the curriculum that you are already familiar with. [b]Something interesting about you:[/b] Just so I can get to know you better! This can be about anything, from your pets to your lessons here to whatever else you want to tell me.[/align]
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Dating Grayson Powell LookingLovelyin her Classroom with her Students xxxFEELINGxxx Excited xxxTHINKINGxxx ❝ New year, new students... let's see what this batch is like. ❞
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spaceAmata entered the classroom with a gentle smile, eager to start the new term. She assumed her typical stance, sitting on the edge of her desk, back straight, and looked over the classroom a moment before beginning. "Hello, everyone. I'm Amata Harlowe, and I'll be your Mythology professor. You can call me Professor Harlowe. Now, when you arrive in my class, the first thing you should do is copy down the day's notes from the board. I'll give you a few minutes to do that, and then we'll begin a discussion on the lesson's subject. I'd like you all to know that this lesson operates mostly on a discussion basis. That is, I will give the information that the lesson covers, and then I'll open the floor for discussion. Any student who contributes will earn house points, provided that their contribution is not offensive or rude or disruptive. Please respect your fellow students and their opinions, even if you don't agree with them."
spaceAmata paused, giving them a moment to let that sink in. Not that she expected problems from either of them, but one could never be too sure, after all. After a decent pause, she smiled widely. This was one of her favorite lessons, after all. A few waves of the wand to set the mood. She dimmed the already fairly soft lighting. These lights would continue to dim over the course of her 'lecture,' until the room was lit only by the floating-lily candles placed on the student's desks (an addition she'd made for this exact lesson). The faintest sounds of music could be heard, a soft, simple melody that would grow darker and more discordant as she spoke. When she began, her voice was soft, a campfire voice, for a spooky campfire story."Back in the days when Scotland was still known for being just as likely to fight with itself as outsiders, there were two families, the MacBoons and the McClivert, living on the Isle of Dreer. The families were said to be in a constant war over the land on the Isle, with both sides claiming that the whole of the Isle was their family's by birthright. Records don't go back far enough for us to know which one of them was truly the first on the land, and they were both convinced that their ancestors were the founders. Now, there was a sort of 'safe zone' on the Isle, a village that was home to inhabitants that were not of either family, and in this village there was a pub, which both family heads frequented. One night, they both happened to decide to go for a drink, and they ran into each other at the bar. After hours of drinking and trading insults, one or the other challenged his rival to a duel. This was back when duels were still fought to the death, and to the death it was, with MacBoon winning by taking the life of McClivert. The McClivert clan, in retaliation, is said to have turned the whole MacBoon family into a herd of beasts, known as Quintapeds, or Hairy MacBoons. These creatures were quite powerful, and dangerous, and transfiguring the clan into them proved to have been a mistake. In an attempt to change them back to their original state, the entire McClivert clan was murdered. To this day, the Isle of Dreer is home to the dreaded creatures, and it is expressly forbidden for anyone to go there, for their own safety. The Quintapeds are monstrous creatures, with huge fangs and a hunger for flesh. And few who have seen them in person have lived to tell the tale."She paused dramatically, an eerie smile on her face, the flickering candlelight casting odd shadows on the walls. She watched her students carefully, her eyes playful and curious. She had no idea why she enjoyed treating this lesson as a scary story (well, other than that it traditionally was supposed to be one), but she did. After a moment, she asked,"Any questions?"Her voice was soft, gentle. She wanted very much to know what her students had to say about this particular myth.
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✧Tanya walked into the mythology classroom with a soft yawn and still munching on a muffin from breakfast. While Mythology wasn't exactly her best class it was one of her most interesting ones so she gave the female professor a grin before taking her seat and a form waiting for Echo and the others. She thinks it astounds the both of them when she actually makes it to class before him, mostly her because she sometimes purposely walks slower to get to some of her classes. Hearing Professor Harlowe give her normal speech she got out some parchment and her quill to fill out the survey and write down all the notes that were on the board more than slightly curious about these Macboon things. Creepy kuriboh looking bastards was the first thing that came to mind, and she blamed her little brother for his weird Japanese but not Japanese cartoon about card games and Egyptians. Weirdo. Suddenly the room grew dim and floating candles became the only light source and...was that music? Had Harlowe been hanging around the Divination professor to get this dramatic, or was she secretly always like this? Either way she liked it! Tanya was basically at the edge of her seat as the tale of the Scottish wizards and their dueling clans became the origin of these creepy five-armed monsters. Or was it five legs? The pictures gave the appearance of fists but what if they were feet curled up due to evolution? And by that do wizards even evolve?! Ugghh, no life altering thoughts this early in the morning Cherri! She continued listening to the end of the tale imagining a creepy unplottable island way off the coast of Scotland filled with these monsters...wait. when she asked if there were questions her's was raised along with the others along with a curious expression on her face. "Professor, can those things reproduce? And if they could how? Did they keep some of their appendages from when they were wizards, can they do it by asexual reproduction or are they just immortal?"✧
Name: Tanya Cherri House: Gryffindor Year: 4th Blood Status: Halfblood Curriculum: The Chamber of Secrets I think was brought up in a History Class but other than that I'm pretty much an dry sponge ready for absorbing Something interesting about you: I play Quidditch, I like cooking (even if the professor scares me a bit), I have a bunny named Marvin, and my little brother is a first year Ravenclaw
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Don't worry your head off;♣ ♥ ♦ ♠xxx There's always a fate worse than death♣ ♥ ♦ ♠xxxxxx Pray you go quietly, quick and not violently♣ ♥ ♦ ♠xxxxxxxxx ═════════════════════════════════════════════════╗
spaceEcho settled in next to Tanya, a faint smile on his lips. He always did enjoy this lesson. The professor was interesting, and really nice, and clearly very interested in her subject, which he appreciated. The subject itself was pretty interesting overall, anyway, but all you had to do was ask someone about Professor Binns to find out just how easy it was to make something interesting sound boring. Thankfully, he'd never had that problem. All his professors were at least good at teaching, even the ones for classes he didn't like much or wasn't good at. His sister would probably argue that point, but whatever. He liked his professors. As Professor Harlowe launched into the lecture, he felt his lips twitching, the desire to start laughing almost impossible to suppress. So, it seemed he wasn't the only person in the school who was a fan of horror, then! The way she was telling this was so perfectly reminiscent of campfire stories it was almost a trope, for Merlin's sake! And really, she was doing a very good job. The slow dimming of the lights, the faint music, growing louder with each second... she was good at this. He glanced at Tanya out of the corner of his eye, amused that his friend was literally on the edge of her seat. When the professor was done speaking and Tanya posed her question, he could barely keep from laughing."You ask that, and now all I'm seeing is the Quintapeds like, getting cut in half and reforming. Or, maybe they're like Mogwai, you get them wet and little balls of fur fly off of them and grow into a new Quintaped, Gremlins style,"he said, unable to contain the chuckle. After a second, he schooled his expression and glanced at the professor."Uh, sorry, Professor Harlowe,"he murmured sheepishly, figuring that the comment had been completely irrelevant and therefore something he should've waited until after class to say. Oh, well.
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Name: Echo Lovette House: Ravenclaw Year: Fourth Year Blood Status: Pureblood Curriculum: I've read up at least a little on all the subjects on this years curriculum. Something interesting about you: I probably know more about muggle films than most muggles do.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTheo Gibbs xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxGryffindor Fourth Year
"Some are born great, some achieve greatness..."
The boy walked into the class and took a seat next to Echo and Tanya, but he didn't say a word, mainly because he never really talked to the two, but they are the two he was most familiar with in the small class of students. He was glad that the professor handed them a survey rather than making them verbally talk about themselves in front of the class, something that Theo hated doing. And he was also glad Harlowe went straight into a riveting tale about the MacBoons and the McCliverts. Her tale was definitely one of the most interesting tales he had heard as of yet and he actually found it very interesting. By the end, he felt like he had a solid understanding of everything. Which was good because he didn't have any questions at the time.
He did look at Tanya when she asked the question and did give a chuckle at Echo's comment. Just the thought of that was amusing to him as well, but he made sure he didn't laugh for too long so Harlowe wouldn't get mad or something. He did however, take that time to fill out the survey.
"And some have greatness thrust upon them"
Name: Theo Gibbs House: Gryffindor Year: 4th Blood Status: Halfblood Curriculum: I know a little bit about the Chamber of Secrets, but not a major amount. Something interesting about you: I am training to be a dueler! I'm very good with wandwork and pretty good at the art of wandless magic.
