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 Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 4:05 pm
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Siobhan 'Hannah' Grey
Hufflepuff │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single
Hannah took a seat near the front, next to Pippa, whom she thought was so pretty, and took notes with a fountain pen. Her notes weren't the most legible, and probably not as well organized as they ought to be, but she figured they would work well enough. She found the story of the school's founding interesting, and she had her own questions about it, like she was sure the other students did too, and Pippa got hers out before she could.
Her eyes widened when Salazar Slytherin was mentioned. Linny warned her his name would invoke all manner of issues. It was almost as much trouble as invoking the name of a certain other dark wizard. Hoping to derail the chance the class would devolve into chaos, Hannah asked, "Professor, how did the founders choose here for the school? Was the castle already here, or did they have it built?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 8:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 9:07 pm
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Kai walked to class and took his usual seat in the back, spreading his textbook, parchment and writing material out along the desk. He would have sat next to Pippa or Emma, but well, they looked busy. He didn't want to be a nuisance. As soon as he saw the subject material on the board, Kai laid his head down. He knew everything he needed to know about it already, and decided now would be the ideal time to take a 45 minute nap, seeing as he had just eaten lunch. Some of it.
He'd still listen as best he could until he dozed off, though.. And immediately something peaked his interest. He raised his head, listening to Emma speak. He was a bit surprised to hear that she didn't know of Voldemort, though then again, she was muggle-born. Not that that was a problem. He wasn't his Slytherin cousin, after all. "Voldemort was a right a*****e. He killed people that weren't of pure bloodlines like himself," he blurted out, before he even realized he was saying anything. His cheeks reddened as soon as he did realize it, though, and immediately apologized to Professor Powell. "Oh my.. I-I'm sorry, sir.. I didn't mean to steal your thunder or anything, it just.. I'll shut up now," and with that he quickly ended his speaking, hoping he could just sink into his chair and disappear right now.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 8:06 pm
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C O R I N N A
R E N E E
W I L L I A M S
First Year │ Half Blood │ Ravenclaw
Corinna dashed to class, horribly late but wanting to be there all the same, even if history wasn't her strong spot. She quietly slipped through the door and chose the nearest available seat, hoping not to interrupt the lesson. Cori was just in time to hear Kai's sudden burst of speech, which utterly surprised her. She hadn't heard the boy speak before. His word choice may not have been the best, but it certainly got the idea across that this Voldemort was no ordinary individual. Corinna pulled her little notebook from her bag and wrote a note to herself: Research Battle for Hogwarts.
Looking up, Corinna saw only today's topic written on the board, and no notes. Sighing, she frowned. She pulled out her school notebook anyhow, wrote the topic, and left plenty of room for notes she'd borrow later. Better be on time next week, Cori, the red-haired girl told herself, settling down her flyaway hair before leaning over to the girls who were one seat over. "Hey, Pippa? Can I copy your notes later? Sorry," she winced. Corinna hated having to ask for help, and especially hated to distract another student during a lesson, but feared she wouldn't be able to catch anyone after class.
Such a strong mind!
Inventive and a daydreamer,
Not to mention kind-hearted!
Better be....
Ravenclaw!
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 8:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 9:19 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2015 11:40 am
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  It seemed as if the days were passing faster than they really were, with today already being their second lesson on the history of magic. Prepped and ready to take notes prior to a majority of the remaining students in the class even arriving, Liam waited for the lesson to begin by getting a few pages in his book read. It wasn't a class textbook, but a little recreational reading, rather. A book on classic short stories and poetry written by the late Edgar Allan Poe. He had read each page from cover to cover at least a dozen times over the course of the last few years, but it continued to be his favorite choice read.
Following the lesson on Hogwart's history, Professor Powell opened up the discussion for questions, of which a number of students clearly had. It wasn't surprising to him how many of them were not already aware of the details of this topic, but it did catch him off guard when so many of them were blind to the understanding of simple terms such as famous and infamous names and the titles of other magical schools. His assumption was that these students had been born to muggles or raised with little to no magical influence, but he listened to each question and answer carefully in hopes of determining whether that assumption was valid. |
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 1:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 1:50 pm
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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ Mᴀɢɪᴄ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ Pʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ || Sᴛᴜᴅʏ ᴏғ Aɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ Rᴜɴᴇs
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Grayson looked up from his book as he noticed the students coming in. He didn't know how long he had been sitting reading, but the effect was always the same. Usually it would end with him being confused about what was going on, but today was different. He was supposed to be teaching the class, and as usual, it left him a bit awkward as to how to go about it. He however decided to go about doing it the simple way.
"Hello, class, and welcome to History of Magic. I am your professor, Grayson Powell. In this class, there is no wandwork, since magic doesn't help you to learn about history. Therefore, your wands will need to be put away." He stood, taking his feet from off the desk and faced the children directly. "History is a collection of events, as I'm sure you are all well aware of. However, these events help to shape the world around us. If not for the witch burnings of the sixteen hundreds, we would not have the Statue of Secrecy. If not for the crises of the last century, we would not have cooperation of all magical folk." He glanced around the class, letting his gaze fall over each of the students. "Now, can someone tell me, besides what I have stated, why history needs to be learned?"
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Location: History of Magic classroom
Thinking: New year, new faces...
Taken by: Amata Harlowe
OOC:
Now where did I put that wand?
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 7:40 pm
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~M.J. Al'Meara ~
.::. First Year .::. Hufflepuff .::.
spaceMJ walked into her very first class at Hogwarts. This was going to be one of her least favorite subjects, except flying, that will definitely be her least favorite subject of all. She just knew she would break something, an arm, a leg, her neck "I hope it doesn't hurt to have any of that fixed." she thought, though she knew it wasn't a painless experience having seen her parents preforming it on injured creatures. She shakes her head, "Okay focus, I'm not on a broom yet, I'm in my History of Magic class, safe on a stool, and I think the teacher just said something about witch burnings and the statute of secrecy." What was the question again? She hadn't caught it. Not the greatest of starts, but she was sure it would pick up from here.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 12:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 6:42 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 7:28 pm
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I'm gonna be released from behind these lines...
And I don't care whether I live or die.
And I'm losing blood, I'm gonna leave my bones-
And I don't want your heart; it leaves me cold.
I don't want your future; I don't need your past!
One bright moment is all I ask!
I'm gonna leave my body; moving up to higher ground...
I'm gonna lose my mind; history keeps pulling me down!
D I A N T H A
S I Â N
W A R L O W
ravenclaw │ first year │ halfblood
Di had always loved history, and expected to very much enjoy this class. The professor was bespectacled and sporting an odd goatee, and asked them almost immediately to put away their wands. Di did as she was told, albeit somewhat reluctantly. She was familiar enough with wizarding history; she knew what could be considered the basics, and had learned them on her father's knee. Of course, he'd always twisted everything into grand stories with epic battles and courageous heroines named Diantha, so he was hardly a historian. She eagerly raised her hand at his open ended question from her seat in the front. "Because our history is inescapable. It's like.... like if you toss a pebble into water. There's ripples. So the aftereffects of what happened in the past can still be felt in the future. The past is part of our present. So to speak. We can't understand our now without understanding the then. And people are histories! We're speaking English right now, but we didn't come up with it ourselves. Magical society wasn't created yesterday. Everything evolves over time, and is evolving still." She felt as though she could have gone on, but managed to cut herself off there.
I don't need a husband, don't need no wife...
And I don't need the day, I don't need the night!
And I don't need the birds, let them fly away-
And I don't want the clouds, they never seem to stay.
I don't want no future; I don't need no past!
One bright moment is all I ask!
I'm gonna leave my body; moving up to higher ground...
I'm gonna lose my mind; history keeps pulling me down!
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 4:18 pm
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"Aw, man, History of Magic!" Ralph's face dropped with disappointment as he looked at his schedule. It was his first day at Hogwarts and the first class he had to go to was History of Magic? How boring! Ralph didn't like history as much as he liked the idea of casting spells and making potions. You know, the useful stuff.
But Ralph couldn't fathom why History of Magic could be useful to him at all. He didn't care about what some dead bloke did twenty thousand years before he was born. Ralph didn't care about who invented this do-hickey or that who-done-it-thingy over there. What were they going to do for him? Hm? If so-and-so-from-the-past wanted to invent Ralph a new broom that could make him a better flyer, then sign Ralph up for History of Magic!
Instead, he was stuck with a boring classroom with books lining the bookshelves on every wall. Desks where the wood had designs carved into them by witches and wizards too bored out of their minds to pay attention to anything happening in class. Ralph inspected the cartoons with mild interest, making mental notes of the artwork, that circle could have been bigger... why's that line even there? Who is that supposed to be?.
The class had already started a while ago but Ralph had no mind to pay attention. He was seated with his fellow Slytherins, not even fully realizing that he had drifted to them absent-mindedly. He supposed that meant he truly was meant for Slytherin House, which made Ralph slightly happier. But still on and on they droned about "history" and what they thought it meant to them. It was just driving Ralph mad.
"I think history has to be learned to not be forgotten and not just to learn from. Sometimes the bad stuff in history can turn into good stuff and vice versa but no one would know or remember without being told or it being written down." A Slytherin girl piped up, adding another reason why history of magic was important to the mix. Ralph turned his head to get a better look at who spoke.
The girl was seated right behind him, with hair the color of amber. Ralph had seen her around, but this was the first class they had together. The more he thought about it, the more Ralph realized he hadn't met anyone yet. The first night he was with Effy and Tristan, who were helping him unpack his bags (mostly Effy, if Ralph was going to be a little honest), but then that was it. He hadn't really met any other first year.
As more students contributed to the professor's question, Ralph simply rested his arm on his desk and his chin on his palm. His eyes screamed "bored" as they drooped. Or perhaps he was just a tad sleepy from not sleeping well the night before. Ralph yawned and struggled to stay awake.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 5:35 pm
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 xxAll hail the underdogs
xxAll hail the new kids
xxAll hail the outlaws
xxSpielberg's and Kubrick's
C H E L S E Ax A L T Ax V A Nx A S T E N
Gryffindor │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Muggleborn
When Chessie had seen her schedule that morning, all of her energy had instantly depleted. She’d been so eager to start using magic, but History of Magic didn’t sound like much fun. The muggle version of history was her least favorite subject in school, primarily because her teacher was a monotonous droner who, while he may have been passionate about his subject, gave little regard for whether or not his students were actually learning. He’d once asked Chessie why she wasn’t paying attention, and she’d replied that she was bored. He said it wasn’t his job to entertain her, and continued his lecture. The experience still revolted Chess. Of course it was his job to entertain her! A good teacher did whatever it took to engage their students. Anyway, it was enough to turn her off to the subject, and she spent most of her time in that class doodling. Hopefully in History of Magic, they’d at least get to learn some old spells or something. She’d gone to class with her fingers crossed.
Caty was there when she arrived, and Chess had taken a seat next to her acquaintance and given a wave. She hadn’t seen any of her traveling companions since the sorting, and wanted to catch up. There wasn’t time for that now, though. Before long, the teacher had commenced his class, and Chessie put off the chit chat until later. She took note of the professor’s name before he announced that wands wouldn’t be necessary. It was salt on Chessie’s wound. There was no way she’d manage to keep her focus if they weren’t even able to use magic. Instead all they were going to do was talk about magic. The first year slouched back in her chair, slackened her jaw, and looked around the room. This was going to be a long class.
It's our time to make a move
It's our time to make amends
It's our time to break the rules
Let's begin |
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