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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2019 2:37 pm
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Canaan Grey
Ravenclaw │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Single
Canaan was amazed by what he saw when walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The huge skeleton of ... whatever that was suspended from the ceiling was enough to grab his attention, and wonder what it was. He couldn't help looking around the room a little bit before settling into a seat and getting out his notepad and pencil for class. Professor Cohen immediately got his attention when she started speaking; he found her accent to be really neat, and then there was the cat in her lap. As the teacher started her class, she asked if anyone knew what the Dark Arts were, and raised his hand, as he actually started reading into the book, at least a little bit already. "Bonjou, Madam. Um, Dark Arts are, like, curses and jinxes and Charms which inflict harm on somebody, and the counter-spells to stop them."
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2019 5:32 pm
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s h e ' s x a x k i l l e r x q u e e n , x g u n p o w d e r , x g e l a t i n- - -
f i r s t x y e a r x h u f f l e p u f f ✶
d a d a x c l a s s ✶
f i r s t x y e a r s x a n d x p r o f e s s o r x c o h e n ✶
c l a s s x ✶
a x l i t t l e x n e r v o u s ✶
As Saffron entered the room, she was instantly taken with the decor. Everything was so cool here! She spotted Annie and moved to go sit with her, glad to see someone she recognized. "Hi!" Saf whispered in greeting as she sat in the seat beside her. She slid out her textbook and notebook and placed them on the desk and then placed her wand beside them, feeling prepared for the class. When Professor Cohen began speaking, she turned her attention to the older woman. When a question was posed, Saffron almost raised her hand, almost. She knew the answer, she had studied up a bit in order to be more "in the know", but another first year answered first. She shrugged gently to herself, that was alright, there was always next time.
✶ ✶ ✶ ✶- - - - - - - - - - - - d y n a m i t e x w i t h x a x l a s e r b e a mx , g u a r a n t e e d x t o x b l o w x y o u r x m i n d x a n y t i m e- - - - - - - - - - - -✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ |
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2019 7:37 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2019 2:59 pm
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ᔕᖺᙓﬡᗩᓰ૪ᗩ ᖇᙓﬡᗴᙓ ᙖᙓᒪᒪᖇᓮᔕ ᗩᔕᕈᖺᗢᖙᙓᒪ
Mʏ ʟɪғᴇ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ, Bᴜᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs. Tʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀs I ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ.
I'ᴠᴇ Sᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ, Tʜᴇsᴇ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴʟʏ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ, Dɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴏᴀsɪs.
Sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ Aʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴀᴍᴘғɪʀᴇ, ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs. I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴀᴍɪɴᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ.
Sᴏᴍᴇ Mɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ɪɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ's sᴏ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs. Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇss ᴡᴇ ʀɪsᴋ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʏs ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.
Fʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ Mᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ. Sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ Vɪʙʀᴀɴᴛ Mʏsᴛᴇʀʏ.Fʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ sᴇᴇᴋ, sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴀʏ sᴀʟᴠᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ.
Iɴ Essᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇss ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇʟɪᴇғs.Eᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇɢɪᴏɴs, ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs sᴍᴀʟʟᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ.
Naiya skipped into class, taking a seat happily near the front. She was so much calmer than she had been the day before in Charms. She just needed to calm herself and make herself cheer up. She could handle this, she could handle anything. She had skipped right past the line at the door and didn't notice the skeletons hanging around the room until she had looked up. She gaped at the creatures near her, she had never seen such a big skeleton... That wasn't a dinosaur of course. The girl looked around, scared that something may come to life, it was magic of course. But the half-blood, who would probably have not understood anything the same if she was a muggleborn, didn't know if they could. Naiya quickly pulled her sketch pad out to try and sketch what she may have thought the things looked like alive, but couldn't quite capture the magnificence she was so certain they had.
When the professor started speaking, Naiya stopped her drawing and looked up. She hadn't even noticed the professor, or the professor's cat!, before then. She couldn't believe that the woman had been sitting there. Could she be that stealthy? That would be so cool! Unfortunately, the answer to the professor's question was already answered but that was okay!
AND, ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ RIGHT HERE. Tʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪʟᴇsᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ sʜᴀʀᴇ.
Wʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀ ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟ.
Wᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴘᴀᴛʜ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴜs ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟ ɢʀᴀss.
ℱᓰᖇᔕ☂ ϒᗴᗩᖇ ᕼᘮℱℱᒪᙓᕈᘮℱℱ
Wᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ʟᴏsᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ᴡᴇ sᴘʟɪᴛ ᴡᴀʏs, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ. Iғ I ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ, ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ?
Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ. Iғ I ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ?!
Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ. Wʜᴇɴ I ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ?
Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴏᴜʀ Dᴇsᴛɪɴʏ. |
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2019 12:54 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2019 3:58 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2019 10:01 am
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When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls.
FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N Professor of DADA │ Muggleborn │ Haitian Fanchon almost languished at her desk, looking vaguely irked as the students came in and took their seats. Finally, with a small sigh, she stood up, stretched a little, and wand in hand, began her pacing up and down the rows of desks and chairs, careful not to trip over anyone's bag. "You're all in luck, as today we'll be learning one of the most simple- and essential- spells known to wizards. Some of you may already be familiar with this, as it's not unusual to simply pick it up from older students as you go about your daily lives." She held her wand aloft, made sure they were all looking at it, and enunciated carefully, "LOO-mos," while moving it in a loop:
And then a sharp wave-like motion, saying, "NOCK-ss,":
The bright light extinguished itself immediately. "That," said Fanchon, "Is the wand lighting and extinguishing charm. As you can see, it's obviously very useful when you are in a dark place, or going about at night. It was not, surprisingly, invented until the year 1772, by a witch named Levina Monkstanley, who worked for the Ministry of Magic, and first used it to find a fallen quill. However, credit was almost stolen from her a German wizard name Garvin Lugner, who said he had invented the spell while developing his Instant Darkness Powder. He was lying, of course, and his powder was found to only dim a room slightly, rather than throw it into darkness."
She stowed her wand away. "Now, one of the positive side effects of the charm is that it also repels many spectral creatures, as well as any dark spirits, so it can be very useful to keep your wand lit when in a place where you may encounter anything of that nature. There's really nothing much to this- the wand movements are most important, as well as making sure your wand stays lit. It's no good if you can only keep the charm up for a few moments, so I want to see everyone's wand lit for at least five minutes. I'll set a timer."
All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands. |
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2019 9:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2019 10:06 am
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When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls.
FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N Professor of DADA │ Muggleborn │ Haitian Fanchon waited until the first years were seated before she started the day's lesson, Jacques prowling around the edge of the classroom. "Flipendo, or the Knockback Jinx, is a very useful spell, especially for a young and inexperienced witch or wizard. It's not difficult to cast and it can be very handy when you find yourself backed into a corner." The Haitian woman gestured with her wand at an unoccupied chair close to her. "Flipendo!" the chair skittered backwards, toppling over with a wooden thud.
"As you can see, it works on objects as well as people. However, people can still get up, even after you knock them over, so I wouldn't expect to win any fights with this jinx," she said dryly. "Depending on the force used, it might just shove someone back roughly, or knock them completely off their feet. I wouldn't expect to send anyone- or anything- flying on your first few tries, however. And be aware that it can be blocked with a simple shield charm or just dodged." The professor nodded to the board. "There's what your wand movement should look like."
"And the light of the jinx should be blue. Now, I don't want you accidentally- or intentionally- hurting each other, so I want a row of desks across the room and everyone behind them. On my count, try to knock the desks back- after I'm behind them as well," Fanchon said hastily. "Alright, en, de, twa-,"
All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands. |
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 9:26 am
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When everything turns to black,
You don't know where to go...
You need something to justify your soul.
Silence is broken, confidence is gone;
Everything you're holding onto falls.
FA N C H O N
M A R I E
C O H E N
Professor of DADA │ Muggleborn │ Haitian
Fanchon sat in her very comfortable chair, stroking Jacques, her cat, curled up in her lap, as though she were a Bond villain, and gave the room one final once over. She had enough tables and chairs to fit everyone, she'd made sure the room was spotless, in case anyone had any dust allergies, and she'd tried to make it.... if not quite welcoming, at least slightly less intimidating, although that was a bit difficult when the decor of the room literally included a giant skeleton of some magical beast suspended above the class. Ah well. They'd have to get used to Hogwarts's quirks at some point, and DADA was a notoriously challenging class, although not quite to the level of say, Transfiguration or Potions. However, it was extremely important, and if she had her way, she'd make it mandatory for all seven years. Alas, she could not have her way, so she only had five years to drill as much knowledge as possible through their hairy little heads. If she could make sure all of them could cast a proper shield charm, patronus, disarm someone, and defeat a boggart, she'd be happy. It would raise their life expectancy significantly.
As the first years filtered into the room, she observed them stoically, not rising from her seat (and disturbing Jacques' nap) until everyone had taken their seats and were (mostly) quiet. "Bonjou. Good morning," she translated calmly, confident that her accent, while strong, was not an excuse for them to not listen. "I am Fanchon Cohen, and I am responsible for ensuring that all of you can recognize dark magic, and properly defend yourselves against it. My rules are written on the board. Follow them, don't follow them, it's your choice. This class is largely about choices. I'm here to demonstrate to you how to make good ones. Can anyone," she scanned the room, "Tell me what the Dark Arts are? In some magical schools, they comprise their own, separate subject, but here at Hogwarts we take a more... benevolent approach."
All the people selling truths on every corner now-
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now; you're living in sin...
Everything around you is caving in; all you're holding onto-
Is slipping like water through your hands. |
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2019 10:25 pm
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2019 12:07 pm
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 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇 | 𝑅𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓌 | 𝒫𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹 | 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒻𝒾𝓁𝑒▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀𝐿𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃DADA Classroom𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽Professor Cohen and students𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔Eager𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈Relax, you are going to do fine.𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔Ravenclaw uniform▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXAgain the same morning routine. Bathe, dressed, getting supplies ready and of course saying goodbye to Onyx and telling him to be good around the common room. Breakfast and then hurrying toward Defense Against the Dark Arts. Maybe with these classes, she would be able to produce a Patronus and what would be be. She smiled to herself, just thinking about it and finally entered the classroom.
Emma looked at Jacque in Professor Cohen's lap and chuckled just thinking of how Onyx acts just like that when she is trying to read a book or study. Once seated, she wrote down Professor Cohen's rules. When the question was asked, she wrote down "Dark Arts also known as Dark Magic, refers to any type of magic that is mainly used to cause harm to, exert control over, or even kill the victim.' She thought Lavinia got it.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 2:26 am
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✄ Aɪᴅᴇɴᴇ Aᴢᴜʀᴀ Kɪᴇʀᴀɴfirst year || Ravenclaw || pureblood
Art Club seamstress || Adventurer's Guild sorcerer || Cooking Club apprentice
Dueling Club spectator || Fencing Club initiate || Quidditch reserve beater
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By Wednesday, Aidene was (thankfully) starting for feel more like her normal self--less hyper, and with more purpose. She knew most of the characters in her everyday encounters anyways, and had more than enough quests scratched into her sketchbook.
But then she spent Wednesday morning of her week of classes hunting through the mess around her bed and trunk for a textbook that simply wasn’t there anymore. Apparently she had managed to swap out a textbook when she was repacking that morning before the train. She resigned herself to rebuke via letter and scribbled a message to her dad: Sorted into Ravenclaw, tried out for the Quidditch team, her portable sewing machine didn’t work like he’d said, still hadn’t found the kitchens, and oh yeah, could he pretty-please-with-a-Cherubi-on-top send her Transformation textbook over asap? Then she’d chased down a prefect to ask how to get to the Owlery and which owls she could use.
Getting to the DADA classroom a solid quarter hour early, Aidene hung out at the back of the DADA classroom, flipping idly through a wizarding fashion magazine that had replaced her Transformation textbook. Just before class started, she surveyed the room and moved herself forward purposefully. You know who had stellar notes and shared a room with her? Emma. Ideal party member for school things. ”Hey Emma? Could I share your Transformation textbook tomorrow? I apparently swapped mine out when I was adding some stuff last minute,” she mentioned in whisper, sheepishly gesturing the magazine before putting it away.
At least she did have her DADA textbook, and promptly pulled it out, along with the oversized sketchbook she was taking all her notes in. At least she could demonstrate she wasn’t a completely terrible student and would be a worthy party member. As class started, she thought to herself that Professor Cohen looked like a boss villain of some sort, what with the cat and the literal skelton floating overhead. And then her introduction:
"I am Fanchon Cohen, and I am responsible for ensuring that all of you can recognize dark magic, and properly defend yourselves against it. My rules are written on the board. Follow them, don't follow them, it's your choice. This class is largely about choices. I'm here to demonstrate to you how to make good ones.
Boss villain, hero trainer, whatever faction Fanchon Cohen was boss of of, Aidene was joining up.
Lavinia and the Slytherin girl had a great conversation starter, but fortunately Aidene remembered something to contribute too: ”The Unforgettable Curses are the worst, but there’s a tier list of dark magic, ranking how strong or dangerous it is. Um. I think jinxes, hexes, then curses?”
_______________setting DADA, Fall 2045 || with Emma, first years ||
outfit uniform || status Zuzura has invited Emma to her party + Professor Cohen, lvl ???, probably has a +110 to charisma
_______________//OOC: Sorry this got a little long!
(Edit: Just a few typos. Sorry!)
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Stefan Lee Salvatore Crew
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 7:38 pm
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 ♖ Brook ♖ Knapp ♖
♖ First Year♖
 ▬▬"Today, I will live in the moment. Unless it's unpleasant"▬▬
Aidene had been awake when Brook went off for breakfast. Brook assumed Aidene would join her for breakfast. By a quarter til class was supposed to start, Brook had not seen Aidene. She sighed and shook her head, Aidene must have went back to sleep. Hopefully someone would wake her and bring her to class. Brook would bring her a snack, to get her through Defense against the Dark Arts. When she got there, Aidene was already sitting there, she plopped net to her and handed her a plum, "You missed breakfast. We can go get brunch when class is over. Until then, I hope you enjoy this plum."
When class started Brook opened her notebook (which somehow had some unknown purple juice usbstance staining the page already), and wrote her class and that they were talking about the general overview of the class, she spoke up, "Dark Arts are... well they're dark magic. But they're not necessarily evil are they? It's the person themselves and their intentiosn that make the spell evil, instead of good." Brook frowned, hoping she made sense. Someone could cast a dark spell in order to force someone backwards and not hit an even worse fate, and then the dark magic wouldn't be evil, right? Now. if they had used a spell to take away food... that would be dark magic and evil. One of the worst futures out there.
▬▬"in which case I will eat a cookie"▬▬
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Where & Who: DADA with firsties
Thinking about: Dark isn't evil. Lack of food is.
Brook Description: 4'4" tall with brown hair and blue eyes.
Wearing: School robes
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