History of Magic V (1/4) *New Class 8/26*

[murruelecreuset]

Location: History of Magic (Thursday: 8:00am to 8:45am)

Another early class for Chloe and it was history of magic. Some would consider that bad but she was happy to be back in history with a teacher that she actually liked. The substitute was a nightmare and she dreaded every minute that she was in class last year. Now that Professor Powell was awake and well Chloe could go back to enjoying the history they would be learning.

"Good Morning Professor it's nice to have you back." Chloe said as she took her seat at the front of the class. As class started Chloe listened intently. Again the dreaded topic of OWLs came up and already she feared them. OWLs were tough and she was afraid that she might mess up and ruin her future. Chloe relaxed a bit when Professor Powell said they would be going over the information from the previous years.

Raising her hand Chloe waited to be called on before answering. "We talked about Nicolas Flamel the alchemist that created the philosopher's stone. He lived till he was six hundred and sixty five with the help of the Elixir of Life."

Status: Happy
With: classmates

Wearing: Uniform

OOC: ---

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

 

[The Forgotten Weasley]

Make me WHOLE again, open your EYES
TAUNTED by the SHADOW of your lie
Cold and far AWAY like you're not even MINE
Undo EVERYTHING and TAKE me

HIGHER, never BELIEVING what they say
'Cause I'm COUNTING the DAYS
To MEET you on the OTHER side
I will ALWAYS be WAITING

Mood: Grim
Thoughts: Yay, more review for OWLS...
Company: Fifth Years
Location: History of Magic

N E W L Y N | T A R A | V A S S
H U F F L E P U F F | B L O O D T R A I T O R | F I F T H Y E A R

Newlyn had been hoping to just take a quiet, subtle nap during this class, in a nice patch of sunshine. But no. This year she was going to have to actually participate. She tried to be a bit more mature about things and didn't pout or scowl as she answered. "Last year we learned about ancient Egypt and Greece. Those with magic were held in regard during that time, and Circe was a notable witch who lived then, known for transfiguring sailors into pigs." Privately, she thought Circe sounded like a right piece of work, but doubted anyone else cared about her opinion of a witch who had lived thousands of years ago.

The more SYMPATHY you GIVE, the LESS you NEED

Until the DAY that I see YOU on the other side
COME and take me HOME
I'm not giving IN, I WANT you back
Holding together the SHARDS of our PAST

Stole my HEART away, I can't LET you go
Break these CHAINS, and let me FLY to you
High ABOVE the world BELOW
OVER and over in my MIND

 

[The Forgotten Weasley]

Like a, like a, like a bullet train
Moving like the speed of sound
Feet can't keep on the ground
Can't stay in one place

Keep moving like a bullet train
Like a, like a, like a bullet train
'Cause I can't stop time
You keep blurring in my mind

Uriel Adair Scott

- Muggleborn - Fifth Year - Hufflepuff - Prefect -

[feeling: calm] [thinking: ...] [with: Fifth Years] [at: History of Magic]

Uriel liked this class, so he had no problem participating in their review for the OWLS. It was only sensible, after all. "Last year we learned about Herpo the Foul. He was one of the earliest dark wizards, and he was the first wizard to hatch a basilisk, and he was the first wizard to create a horcrux. He was also a parselmouth." He had a look of disgust on his face upon recounting these "accomplishments" and had to think about something else, besides some horrible person who lived thousands of years ago.

If you can't do something smart, do something right.

And space is undefined
These tracks left behind
We can't stay the same
Can't stop this train

I can't find the brakes
On this bullet train
'Cause I can't stop
Like a, like a, like a bullet train

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

I'm bouncing off the walls again
I'm looking like a fool again
I threw away my reputation
One more song for the radio station

I'm bouncing off the walls again
I'm looking like a fool again
Waking up on the bathroom floor
Pull myself back together just to fall once more

Crash
Fifth Year Gryffindor

Crash sighed horridly, crooked yellow teeth and mouth open wide. Every time he word the word exam he wanted to fall asleep, then he heard NEWT and it made him anxious, and then when notion of review came up it made him stubborn, and irritable—then that word exam came up again and he yawned. Crash blinked. He glanced beside him, Uriel sat to his left with disturbed twisted features. Herpo the foul, what a weird nigg— he jerked up from his thoughts when he realized it was his turn. ”A couple years ago we went over the muggle witch burnings in the 1600's, or suttin' like that, and there was that weird witch who got caught a helluva' lotta' times,” he nodded, almost sagely.

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Height: 5' 5" ☠ Weight: 130lbs ☠ Age: 15
History of Magic
Seated beside Uriel
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[Essy ze Ninja]

I'm bouncing off the walls again
I'm looking like a fool again
I threw away my reputation
One more song for the radio station

I'm bouncing off the walls again
I'm looking like a fool again
Waking up on the bathroom floor
Pull myself back together just to fall once more

Crash
Fifth Year Gryffindor

Crash had both arms wrapped around his skateboard, the deck was propped on his shoulder just behind his head and his hands dangled around. He strolled into class a bit late, but earlier than the rest, so it seemed. He dropped his board and satchel on the floor, retrieved his notes, and began to scribble something down. His handwriting was sloppy, slanted, and riddled with misspelled words, but he didn't seem to notice. When the last call came for question, he looked around the room quietly.

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Height: 5' 5" ☠ Weight: 130lbs ☠ Age: 15
History of Magic
Second Row,
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[The Forgotten Weasley]

Like a, like a, like a bullet train
Moving like the speed of sound
Feet can't keep on the ground
Can't stay in one place

Keep moving like a bullet train
Like a, like a, like a bullet train
'Cause I can't stop time
You keep blurring in my mind

Uriel Adair Scott

- Muggleborn - Fifth Year - Hufflepuff - Prefect -

[feeling: calm] [thinking: ...] [with: Fifth Years] [at: History of Magic]

Uriel took dutiful notes, like he always did. Dumbledore was a hero of history in Britain; he'd been one when he was still alive, for defeating Grindelwald. And nearly every student had to have at least gone by his white tomb, where it was always calm and peaceful. It'd probably make a good studying spot, actually. Maybe when the weather was warm again... he was lost in his thoughts, his writing slowing.

If you can't do something smart, do something right.

And space is undefined
These tracks left behind
We can't stay the same
Can't stop this train

I can't find the brakes
On this bullet train
'Cause I can't stop
Like a, like a, like a bullet train

 

[MJ Spooks]

ℂ𝕌ℝℝ𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕃𝕐
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"dating" Michael Davenport
Looking Adorkable in History with Classmates
xxxFEELINGxxx
Bored
xxxTHINKINGxxx
❝ Ugh, this class... the only thing worse than history is history review. ❞
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Coin-operated boy; ஒ ஒ ஒxxx
All the other real ones that I destroy ஒ ஒ ஒxxxxxx
Cannot hold a candle to my new boy and I'll ஒ ஒ ஒxxxxxxxxx
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spaceGypsy sat in the first chair she came to as she entered the History classroom, not really caring where she sat. God, she hated this class. Whoever scheduled it should be taken out in the Forbidden Forest and shot. With a muggle rifle. In the arse. Like history wasn't hard enough to sit through without falling asleep, not, they had to make it first thing in the morning, too. Ugh. And Professor Powell was always way too damned chipper. It was unnatural for a person to be in that good a mood that early in the morning. He wasn't human. Nothing would ever make her capable of being that bloody happy before noon... nothing. She couldn't wrap her head around it. Maybe he just drank a lot of coffee. Or, hell, maybe the blonde professor who was always following him around had something to do with it. They were dating, right? They had to be, although Gypsy honestly didn't see the appeal. She guessed he was a good looking guy... if you got past the beard and the fact that he was a morning person... and a history buff. Ugh. She sighed, unsurprised when he announced they were doing review, and a bit annoyed that they were apparently all expected to participate. Brilliant. The Ravenclaw tried to think back, honestly surprised by the amount of information that she recalled from her previous years. Wait, had she somehow actually been paying attention or something? Gross. She raised her hand, rolling her eyes lightly. "We learned about the Deathly Hallows a couple years ago, the Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone, and Invisibility Cloak, three artifacts that, if a person possessed all of, were said to make him or her the 'Master of Death.'" She was unable to keep from snorting at this, and using finger quotes to boot. No one was the 'Master of Death.' Death was a part of life, just as much as living was. Honestly, she didn't know why she'd even thought of that; she was sort of trying to avoid the topic of death, seeing as it was currently a sore spot for her, what with Kas, Echo, and Jer and all. But, then, maybe that was why she'd thought of it.


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xxxஒ ஒ ஒ Never let him go
xxxxxxஒ ஒ ஒ And I'll never be alone
xxxxxxxxxஒ ஒ ஒ Not with my coin-operated boy




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[mc2]

➳ ➳ 5th Yr Gryffindor ➳ ➳
➳ ➳ Muggle-born, Daughter of Late Officer Brian Kiss of the Kent Police ➳ ➳
➳ ➳ Prefect ➳ Reserve Beater 01 ➳ Vice-Captain of the Reparifors Group Therapy Club ➳ Dueling Club Member ➳ ➳

Laurel and Dragon Heartstring Wand
Born on June 22, 2011
5 feet 7.5 inches tall

Wearing: My Uniform
In: History of Magic V Class
Thinking: Review, maybe if we keep this up regularly just showing up to class
will get me a decent score on my OWLs,
since I've sort of put studying for the class on a back burner...

Veronica had prioritized studying for classes for her OWLs based on how useful she saw the class before last year had even began. She still showed up to classes she deemed 'not as important' and did the minimum to get by in those classes at the very least, but she had quit giving the classes as much attention. In the case of astronomy, her sheer dislike for the class (from not being particularly fond of the professor and her cheeriness at night, to it being so late at night) had ensured remembering facts off and on was about all she managed. She actually found History of Magic more interesting, even if she wasn't dedicating nearly as much time to it as some of her other classes.

She entered the classroom and sat at a desk sipping her coffee from a thermos and looked over at Gypsy who had piped up with a fairly snarky analysis of the Deathly Hallows and the legend behind it. Sighing, Ronna took another sip of her coffee before raising a hand and offering, "Well, last year we went over various notable witches and wizards of Ancient Greece and Egypt such as Circe and Mopus, and the general wizarding populations relations with muggles. You argued that these wizards were held in high esteem, but I still stand by my opinion they were merely highly respected out of fear not held in high esteem. None of them did anything worth being held in high esteem, or at least the examples given. Turning sailors into pigs is hardly worth a medal of honor or whatever."

She sighed rolling her eyes before returning to her coffee thermos. She half felt bad for Professor Powell considering he had to start out the day with two of highly critical answers to review, provided by her and Gypsy. Then again, at least they were accurate on the facts. And, maybe one of their classmates could spin something being less critical in general.

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[Squeeky Luff]

Victor Beausoleil
Hufflepuff ** Fifth Year ** Prefect

"Let my healing melody,
ease your heart.
Let my kind voice,
ease your pain.

Victor walked into History of Magic and spotted Ronna and Gypsy, well this was fun~ Taking a seat besides Ronna he waved to Gypsy some as he began to listen to the lecture.
Yet another thing about OWLs, they were a very popular topic, hm? Then again with how important they were he guessed it was just to drill it into their heads to pass.

That was when the lecture switched to what they learned over the last four years, ah....what could he talk about? Gypsy took the Deathly Hallows, Ronna talked about Greece.....What could he talk about? He wasn't exactly the best at History of Magic, "One of ze zings we learned about was Herpo ze Foul...who was an ancient dark wizard from Greece I zink? He was a vile person whom I'd razer not run into and hatched a Basilisk and also was ze first person to create a umm...." What was that thing called again? Oh right, "A horcrux and he was one of the first parselmouths."

Victor nodded and quieted back down, "Again....I'd razer he be faded into obscurity because he doesn't seem like a good person..."

I feel un-nerved you know?
My inner thoughts are, "Herpo...what an odd name."
I'm in the house of Hufflepuff.
I am a proud fifth year
My puppeteer says "..." Out of character.