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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 sixth 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." Fanchon scanned the class for a moment, before smirking just the tiniest bit. "I'm going to attempt to disarm you, one by one. I want to see each of you shield against my spell." She looked to whoever was closest, starting with the front row. "Expelliarmus!"
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-
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 3:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 12:24 pm
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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 looked very serious, even for a usually stoic individual, as class began. "I am warning you now that this lesson will be entirely lecture, and I want to see notes taken. For obvious reasons, we won't be having any demonstrations today," she nodded to the board, where UNFORGIVABLE CURSES was written in neat penmanship. "Some instructors would disagree with me. I could bring in insects, or small animals like mice or rats, and use them to show you how to kill, torture, or mentally warp living beings, because many of you will see at least one of these curses in action over the course of your life, if you have not already. I'm not going to, because I don't hold with that. You need to learn how they work and what they do, and maybe one or two of you will at some point use one and end up in Azkaban for your trouble, but that's really not the point."
She stood up coolly, and approached the board. "In Haiti we call these curses madichon yo enpardonabl. The British magical government deemed them so in 1717, and nearly every other magical government has followed suit, I imagine. Here in the United Kingdom, if you are found to have cast one on another human, be they magical or muggle, you will spend the rest of your life in Azkaban, which, although no longer staffed by dementors, is not a very pleasant place, I hear."
"During the First Wizarding War, Aurors were given permission to use these curses because of how brutal the fighting had become. When Voldemort took power briefly during the Second Wizarding War, they were made legal, not that them being highly illegal ever stopped anyone from using one," she commented dryly. "That was, of course, repealed following the destruction of him and the majority of his followers. Unlike other curses, the Unforgivables are very, very difficult to cast. You need an extraordinary amount of both willpower and skill to successfully do so, which is why we don't see every common criminal using them left and right."
"The Killing Curse, perhaps the most well-known, causes instant death. It is known for blinding green light, which, while it can be dodged, cannot be shielded against. Once the spell makes contact, the target dies instantly. Muggles would not be able to find a cause of death, because there would be none. However, the Ministry has grown adept at recognizing the signs- or well, lack of signs- of a killing curse. There is no counter-curse for the Killing Curse, but it can hit phsyical objects like walls or doors and cause them to explode, and it has been known to ricochet off of things, hitting someone completely different from the intended target. Obviously, the only person we recognize as having ever survived the Killing Curse is one Mr. Potter, although Voldemort was said to have survived it as well, due to his use of horcruxes."
"The Cruciatus Curse inflicts excruciating pain on the target, typically in a bright red light. It was favored heavily by Death Eaters during both wars, and is generally regarded as one of the most sadistic spells we know of, as in order to cast it properly, you have to want to cause pain for the sake of pain. Obviously, the vast majority of its casters have not been the most mentally and emotionally stable of people. It has been known to send people into permanent insanity, after being tortured with it for so long. It is the only Unforgivable Curse I have ever personally had used on me, and I can tell you firsthand that no matter how much you think you hate someone, you wouldn't wish that sort of pain on your worst enemy."
"Finally, we have the Imperius Curse, which is often mistaken as being the lesser of the three curses, as it does not physically harm the target. However, it is likely the most sinister of all three. The Imperius Curse places the target in a dream-like, mollified state, where they calmly do the bidding of caster, no matter what that might be. Those who have been afflicted with it have described it as almost a sense of release, a sort of sickly high, if you will, as they feel no responsibility whatsoever for their own actions, at least not until the curse is removed. This curse has been used to make otherwise good people do horrible things, but it has also, rather conveniently, helped quite a few people escape punishment for their actions, as it's difficult to prove whether or not someone was under its influence. It can be resisted, but that is extremely rare, and very hard to do without overcoming repeated exposure to it. I believe Ministry law enforcement is trained in at least attempting to break out of it, but one has to have a very strong sense of self and incredible endurance to do so."
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: Sun Feb 26, 2017 8:00 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 was in a hurry to get to the actual patronus-casting, but first she needed to lecture on Dementors, which was never the most pleasant topic. At least it was better than Inferi. Disgusting things. She stood restlessly at the front, waiting for the class to take their seats and settle into note-taking mode. At least, she hoped they were taking notes. If not, oh well. It wasn't exactly her problem. Jacques prowled around her legs, looking like he was on the hunt for something. "Dementors," she began, "Are sentient non-beings that cannot die, as they were never born to begin with. They stand about 3 metres in height, or nearly 10 feet. Their skin is grey, and they have no eyes. They hover, much like ghosts or spirits, rather than walk, and are commonly said to look like wraiths, or perhaps the Grim Reaper, if you are familiar with that folklore."
"Dementors, to put it simply, feed off human happiness and joy. Everything they are in the presence of feels dark and negative, and anyone near a Dementor will be overcome by thoughts of despair and depression. If a Dementor gets close enough, it will attempt to suck out your soul, leaving you in a permanent, hollow, vegetative state. This is referred to as the Dementor's Kiss, and used to be used as a punishment for the worst of the worst criminals at Azkaban, which, as many of you know, was guarded by Dementors up until the late 1990s. However, they aligned themselves with Voldemort and the Death Eaters during the Second Wizarding War, for obvious reasons, and helped him to take over the Ministry of Magic. Therefore, the British magical government has vowed to never use them again."
"Dementors are blind; they sense positive human emotions, and seek them out to feed off of. They cannot really tell the difference between a human and an animal, for example, and in general, I doubt they care, so long as there is something for them to feed off of. The only thing that can repel a Dementor is the Patronus Charm, which we will learn about next class." She returned to her desk as the lesson ended, Jacques at her heels.
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: Sun May 14, 2017 10:28 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 sixth 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." Fanchon scanned the class for a moment, before smirking just the tiniest bit. "I'm going to attempt to disarm you, one by one. I want to see each of you shield against my spell." She looked to whoever was closest, starting with the front row. "Expelliarmus!"
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: Sun May 14, 2017 12:39 pm
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Fianna Grey
Gryffindor │ Sixth Year │ Sixteen Years Old │ Single
It had taken a bit for Fianna to warm up to Professor Cohen, and now she numbered as one of her favourite teachers. She trusted the Haitian DADA teacher, and knew she could learn a lot from her, which was a good thing since she'd needed high grades from her if she wanted to be an Auror. Fianna made a point to arrive early for class and take a front-row seat, letting her teacher know in a subtle fashion she was serious about her studies and was ready to be called upon. As the professor took a shot at her, Fianna made a slashing gesture with her wand, and spoke aloud, "Protegro!" to manifest a Shielding Charm.
     Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
"Everything you wants a dream away
We are legends, every day"
That's what she told me
Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
"Everything you wants a dream away
Under this pressure, under this weight
We are diamonds"
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Posted: Mon May 15, 2017 7:04 pm
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I can't sleep tonight. Wide awake and so confused. Everything's in line, but I am bruised.
I need a voice to echo. I need a light to take me home. I kinda need a hero, is it you?
♡ ℳ𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓴𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓔𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓼 ♡
Sixth Year / Ravenclaw / Muggleborn
I never see the forest for the trees. I could really use your melody.
Baby I'm a little blind. I think it's time for you to find me.
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Monika hurried into her Defense Against the Dark Arts class after just finishing her lunch. She was happy, having spent lunch with her friends, doing a bit of her homework from her Alchemy class as well. Stepping fully into the classroom, Moni quickly chose a seat in the second row, preparing herself with her textbook, parchment and quill, and her wand of course. Knowing their professor, she was most likely going to do something a bit unexpected, which Monika liked. It made the learning experience more interesting. Today, Professor Cohen told them that she would be attempting to disarm them all, one at a time. Going down the rows, Professor Cohen called out the disarming spell, Expelliarmus. Some students succeeded, while others failed. When it was her turn, Monika was ready. She held her wand calmly in her hand, knowing that the key to performing magic under pressure such as this was to be calm and collected. Professor Cohen casted the spell once again, Monika raising her wand upwards, in a defensive motion. "Protego," she said clearly. The spell cast by her professor bounced off of her shield. Monika smiled, returning to her seat to watch the others.
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Can you be my nightingale? Sing to me, I know you're there.
You could be my sanity, but bring me peace. Sing me to sleep.
Say you'll be my nightingale.♡ x x ♡ x x ♡【 OOC: . . . 】
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2017 5:09 pm
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ARIA SOLARIN __________
Sixth Year, Gryffindor ________
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Aria had enrolled in as many core classes as she could (Transfigurations was the only class she hadn't had a high enough OWL in.) She still had no idea what she wanted to do after graduating. As a little girl, she wanted to be a graphic designer, or video game developer. But how could she take a muggle job after going to wizarding school? Much less find a community college that would even take her. She could always do something musical for a while, but how would she ever move out of her mum and dad's house on a musician's pay? She shook the thoughts away as she entered the classroom and spotted her friends. Fianna was in the front row, a little too eager for Aria. She smiled and waved at the Gryffindor as she took a seat beside Monika in the second row. Introductions came and went, a nod to the rules, and then, “EXPELLIARMUS!” Aria jumped high in her seat while Fianna deflected effortlessly. ”Expelliarmus!” Aria half expected that one, and didn't jump so high when Monika deflected the spell. Wand tight in her hands, she was ready this time. ”Expelliarmus!” Professor Cohen said.
”Protego!” Aria said just a little too slow. Her wand jumped out of her hand and she stumbled backwards, blinking rapidly. ”Oh, bollocks.” She cursed and hoped for a second chance before the class was over.
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【WHEN:: Wednesday, 1:00-1:45pm 】
【WHERE:: DADA Class 】
【WITH WHO:: Sixth Years 】
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2017 10:24 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 looked very serious, even for a usually stoic individual, as class began. "I am warning you now that this lesson will be entirely lecture, and I want to see notes taken. For obvious reasons, we won't be having any demonstrations today," she nodded to the board, where UNFORGIVABLE CURSES was written in neat penmanship. "Some instructors would disagree with me. I could bring in insects, or small animals like mice or rats, and use them to show you how to kill, torture, or mentally warp living beings, because many of you will see at least one of these curses in action over the course of your life, if you have not already. I'm not going to, because I don't hold with that. You need to learn how they work and what they do, and maybe one or two of you will at some point use one and end up in Azkaban for your trouble, but that's really not the point."
She stood up coolly, and approached the board. "In Haiti we call these curses madichon yo enpardonabl. The British magical government deemed them so in 1717, and nearly every other magical government has followed suit, I imagine. Here in the United Kingdom, if you are found to have cast one on another human, be they magical or muggle, you will spend the rest of your life in Azkaban, which, although no longer staffed by dementors, is not a very pleasant place, I hear."
"During the First Wizarding War, Aurors were given permission to use these curses because of how brutal the fighting had become. When Voldemort took power briefly during the Second Wizarding War, they were made legal, not that them being highly illegal ever stopped anyone from using one," she commented dryly. "That was, of course, repealed following the destruction of him and the majority of his followers. Unlike other curses, the Unforgivables are very, very difficult to cast. You need an extraordinary amount of both willpower and skill to successfully do so, which is why we don't see every common criminal using them left and right."
"The Killing Curse, perhaps the most well-known, causes instant death. It is known for blinding green light, which, while it can be dodged, cannot be shielded against. Once the spell makes contact, the target dies instantly. Muggles would not be able to find a cause of death, because there would be none. However, the Ministry has grown adept at recognizing the signs- or well, lack of signs- of a killing curse. There is no counter-curse for the Killing Curse, but it can hit phsyical objects like walls or doors and cause them to explode, and it has been known to ricochet off of things, hitting someone completely different from the intended target. Obviously, the only person we recognize as having ever survived the Killing Curse is one Mr. Potter, although Voldemort was said to have survived it as well, due to his use of horcruxes."
"The Cruciatus Curse inflicts excruciating pain on the target, typically in a bright red light. It was favored heavily by Death Eaters during both wars, and is generally regarded as one of the most sadistic spells we know of, as in order to cast it properly, you have to want to cause pain for the sake of pain. Obviously, the vast majority of its casters have not been the most mentally and emotionally stable of people. It has been known to send people into permanent insanity, after being tortured with it for so long. It is the only Unforgivable Curse I have ever personally had used on me, and I can tell you firsthand that no matter how much you think you hate someone, you wouldn't wish that sort of pain on your worst enemy."
"Finally, we have the Imperius Curse, which is often mistaken as being the lesser of the three curses, as it does not physically harm the target. However, it is likely the most sinister of all three. The Imperius Curse places the target in a dream-like, mollified state, where they calmly do the bidding of caster, no matter what that might be. Those who have been afflicted with it have described it as almost a sense of release, a sort of sickly high, if you will, as they feel no responsibility whatsoever for their own actions, at least not until the curse is removed. This curse has been used to make otherwise good people do horrible things, but it has also, rather conveniently, helped quite a few people escape punishment for their actions, as it's difficult to prove whether or not someone was under its influence. It can be resisted, but that is extremely rare, and very hard to do without overcoming repeated exposure to it. I believe Ministry law enforcement is trained in at least attempting to break out of it, but one has to have a very strong sense of self and incredible endurance to do so."
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: Sun May 28, 2017 11:25 am
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Fianna Grey
Gryffindor │ Sixth Year │ Sixteen Years Old │ Single
Arriving early and taking her customary seat in the front row, was Fianna's way of letting her teacher know just how serious she was, especially given today's lecture was key to her training for after graduation. She was secretly glad their teacher wouldn't be demonstrating Unforgivable Curses, even on small animals. Fianna felt guilty casting magic on them to begin with, even relatively benign ones, let alone one intended to harm or kill. Selina told her about the time students were targeted by Neo-Death Eaters, and how she'd nearly been the recipient of a Killing Curse. Nearly ten years later, the events of that day still made Linny uneasy, especially when she needed to visit a train platform. However, if Fianna wanted to be an Auror she needed to know about this stuff.
Listening intently, Fianna took her usual careful notes. She was quietly horrified thinking how Aurors had permission to torture and kill people, granted it was a time of war, but still and all... She shuddered at the idea of these things being used on people.
Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
"Everything you wants a dream away
We are legends, every day"
That's what she told me
Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
"Everything you wants a dream away
Under this pressure, under this weight
We are diamonds"
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 1:12 pm
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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 was in a hurry to get to the actual patronus-casting, but first she needed to lecture on Dementors, which was never the most pleasant topic. At least it was better than Inferi. Disgusting things. She stood restlessly at the front, waiting for the class to take their seats and settle into note-taking mode. At least, she hoped they were taking notes. If not, oh well. It wasn't exactly her problem. Jacques prowled around her legs, looking like he was on the hunt for something. "Dementors," she began, "Are sentient non-beings that cannot die, as they were never born to begin with. They stand about 3 metres in height, or nearly 10 feet. Their skin is grey, and they have no eyes. They hover, much like ghosts or spirits, rather than walk, and are commonly said to look like wraiths, or perhaps the Grim Reaper, if you are familiar with that folklore."
"Dementors, to put it simply, feed off human happiness and joy. Everything they are in the presence of feels dark and negative, and anyone near a Dementor will be overcome by thoughts of despair and depression. If a Dementor gets close enough, it will attempt to suck out your soul, leaving you in a permanent, hollow, vegetative state. This is referred to as the Dementor's Kiss, and used to be used as a punishment for the worst of the worst criminals at Azkaban, which, as many of you know, was guarded by Dementors up until the late 1990s. However, they aligned themselves with Voldemort and the Death Eaters during the Second Wizarding War, for obvious reasons, and helped him to take over the Ministry of Magic. Therefore, the British magical government has vowed to never use them again."
"Dementors are blind; they sense positive human emotions, and seek them out to feed off of. They cannot really tell the difference between a human and an animal, for example, and in general, I doubt they care, so long as there is something for them to feed off of. The only thing that can repel a Dementor is the Patronus Charm, which we will learn about next class." She returned to her desk as the lesson ended, Jacques at her heels.
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: Sun Jun 11, 2017 7:02 pm
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Fianna Grey
Gryffindor │ Sixth Year │ Sixteen Years Old │ Single
Fianna settled into her usual front row seat, arriving in plenty of time to get ready for today's lecture. Having read her cousin's notes on the subject, she knew Dementors were a nasty bunch, and she hoped she would never face one, not even as part of her final exams, but she knew this was a preface to the study of the Patronus Charm, which was something she really wanted to be able to cast well, early and often, and, someday, Wandless.
Taking down notes, Fianna paid close attention to the lecture. When she had the chance, at one point, Fianna raised her hand, waited to be called upon, and then asked, "Um, Professor. If Dementors feed upon positive emotions, why does the Patronus Charm drive them off? Since we use happy memories to produce one, wouldn't a Patronus simply get devoured instead?"
Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
"Everything you wants a dream away
We are legends, every day"
That's what she told me
Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
"Everything you wants a dream away
Under this pressure, under this weight
We are diamonds"
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 10:17 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 sixth 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." Fanchon scanned the class for a moment, before smirking just the tiniest bit. "I'm going to attempt to disarm you, one by one. I want to see each of you shield against my spell." She looked to whoever was closest, starting with the front row. "Expelliarmus!"
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: Mon Aug 14, 2017 9:34 pm
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