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Forget Astronomy... I think I hate this class for the professor

Ronna came in half expecting another sign to tell her the class was canceled again when it wasn't there she smiled and opened the large door but her smile dropped as she entered. The air felt heavy. It was like a morgue. She rolled her eyes and thought, Just because it is History doesn't mean you have to make it boring and gloomy. She scanned the class there was the fussy Victor from Hufflepuff and the nice girl Nessa who took a liking to Quinn. She decided to sit next to Nessa, the girl would be a calming presence, wouldn't get her in trouble (like Miranda might), and Sergio might not pull one of his weird greetings she still hadn't figured out.

She sat down beside Nessa gave a small nod, quickly pulled out her text book, parchment, and quill and began to scribble notes. The Professor, Professor Agnar Bjelke, began by speaking about the founders of Hogwarts, all a quick read through A Hogwarts, A History had picked up for Ronna but she perked up more on the modern history. The best way to learn about modern history is someone who lived it. She recognized the name Harry Potter and Voldemort and frowned as the professor casually mentioned them.

When the professor gave the homework Ronna didn't even bother groaning and wrote a name boldly on her paper: Salzar Slytherin. It would be interesting to write about one of the founding fathers of the blood feud of this 'pure blood' rubbish that Ronna still didn't fully grasp. Two birds with one stone, right?

Location: Transfiguration
In Company of: First Years
[Wearing:School Uniform]

Sergio walked into class, thinking there might be another sign at the door saying that it was cancelled, but fortunately, there wasn't. So, despite his disappointment, he walked into the class and sat down by himself, awaiting the boring lecture that would be following any introduction. It seemed to come early. The teacher started talking and he just rolled his eyes. He didn't feel like doing this. He knew history. Its been drilled in his head ever since he was about 4 years old. It almost sucked.

Gypsy sighed, not overly happy to see that their History lesson was no longer being cancelled for the week. Seriously, they couldn't get a professor in time for the first week of lessons, but they had to fill the position before they'd gotten to skip half the year? Uncool. She'd really been looking forward to the free time. She took a seat separate from the others, not seeing anyone in class she cared to sit with just yet. The twins hadn't made an appearance, and neither had Jer, the blonde Slytherin she was oh, so intrigued by. She pulled out a piece of parchment, sort of seriously intending to take notes, but when the lecture was done, the page was almost entirely covered in doodles and sketches. She sighed. At least she could muddle through them. And she'd never have to worry about anyone copying off of her. She sighed, glaring about the assignment. A paper? Really? If the guy didn't care enough to have discussions or answer questions in class, she seriously doubted he cared even half as much as he'd need to in order to read and grade their papers. She sighed... to write it, or not to write it? She didn't really want to bother, fairly certain the professor would probably just glance at her page to see how much had been written and grade it off of that. No way he'd really read it, or even skim it. But... she'd already gotten one detention, and she was supposed to be trying to be a good student, right? So, she glared down at her parchment, writing a quick essay on Rowena Ravenclaw. She was the founder Gypsy knew the most about, really, being the founder of the house her parents had been in before her. She might have expected to be a Gryffindor, but she'd been prepared to be a Ravenclaw. She wrote the paper, glaring the whole time, satisfied that it at least looked long enough to receive a decent grade. She could certainly write better than that, but whatever. It was just a bunch of facts, a biography. Not much room for good writing there. Just repeat what you know.


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I laugh myself to sleep, it's my lullaby.

The cycle repeated
As explosions broke in the sky
All that I needed
Was the one thing I couldn't find

[feeling: annoyed] [thinking: ugh...] [with: first years] [at: History of Magic]

Toby resisted the urge to sigh heavily as the professor droned on while simultaneously glaring at them. For the love of- they were students, not Azkaban inmates! He ended up doodling dragons on his paper, breathing fire onto his notes. He rolled his eyes a little at the order to write an essay, and began one on Godric Gryffindor, spelling things wrong on purpose. Read it and weep, old man.



And you were there at the turn
Caught in the burning glow
And I was there at the turn
Waiting to let you know

Amory Goodwin

It appeared that they now had a professor for the History of Magic class. It would seem Mory had to change what she studied when again, since it wasn't a free period anymore. She entered the class, taking note the unfriendly vibe the professor gave, but taking a seat none the less. She listened and scribbled notes as he began his lecture. For her assigned homework she would pick her house's founder, even if she had already heard his story. She did her research and scribbled her findings on the parchment.





((OOC: Figured that'd leave a lot of room for others to add more information in if they wanted to write too.))

And you can tell everybody, this is your song,
It may be quite simple but, now that it's done...

... I hope you don't mind ....

... I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

There was nothing like the feeling of disappointment when Miranda checked the History Classroom door to find that there was going to be class today. With a deep sigh, Miranda decided to sit in the back corner of the room. And then there was the Professor... Miranda wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry about their crabby old substitute. It was like muggle school all over again. She sat with her chair on two legs and her feet on the desk, resisting the urge to torment the man with some foolish prank. Whoever invented the house point system was a genius, Miranda didn't want to bear the guilt of losing points for her House. No, she'd resist... for now. With a sigh, Miranda began to scribble something on a piece of paper. If it was an essay he wanted, then by all means, she'd give him one.

Salazar Slytherin was this fellow who founded Hogwarts with three other people. He was all 'purebloods rule' but the other founders were like 'no way man everyone with magic powers should be allowed in' and so he got all wound up like a proper child and left forever. The end, written so eloquently by yours truly.

Miranda snickered at her final product. This would do. Sliding it at the bottom of the pile on the Professor's desk, Miranda then sped out of the class, wanting to get away from the old man as soon as possible.

Beatrice was just silently sitting quietly and listened to the professor talk. His accent was similar, though not Identical, to that of her mother and maternal grandparents so it wasn’t that difficult for her to understand. It was one she’s heard before, during her trips to visit her relatives in Sweden, Norwegian she believed. Briefly the blond shook her head and returned to focusing on what he was lecturing about. The founders of Hogwarts. She didn’t say anything just let her quill drift across the paper making notes about the founders. Finally Professor Bjelke dismissed them with the instruction of writing a 10 inch essay on one of the founders. She looked over the notes debating who she’d write about before packing up and heading out. Probably Rowena Ravenclaw she sounded interesting.

Where I am:-----------History of magic

Who i'm with:----------- my yearmates

what I'm up to:----------- listening