Crept out of bed last night, And I saw the strangest site, there in the darkness what I saw just blew my mind, Under a cloak of black, and a pointed witch's hat, I saw a face that made a chill run down my spine and she,
looked me in the eyes, She must have hypnotized me (cause next thing I remember I was) there, standing in her lair, watching as she stirred, and then she looked at me and she said these words
Feather wrote her notes like a good student. Of course she did, even if she had already done notes for this lesson and all of the other ones before hand. She worked hard to make sure that she was as useful as she could be. Like with Kota's question. She wasn't totally sure about this though. She was caught up and farther ahead in all of their studies... But she hadn't thought about the fact that there had been a fragment of a soul... "Maybe their is a spell that fractures souls? That seems like a good explanation, but I... You would think any spell that could do that would be forbidden... So maybe not a spell." She said thinking out loud. Kota's question was a good one. She had to admit!
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Eye of newt and a wing of bat and a long black whisker from a big black cat, spiders legs and wolf hound fur, bring it to a boil and begin to stir, add poison ivy with a hemlock root and a thread from the collar of a vampire suit, guaranteed with your money back to but be careful when you mess with Witch's Brew.
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First Year| |Eleven| |Slytherin| |Single| |Half-Blood
Maisie sat down, trying her best not to lean on the table and fall asleep. No matter how much she wanted to, she needed to at least look like she was paying attention. Of course, upon hearing Slytherin she actually began paying the slightest bit of attention. Then again, she couldn't recall a word of what Professor Powell had said after he was done and asked for questions. She listened as some Ravenclaw boy asked a question about something being a part of someone's soul. Horcruxs. Being the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher's daughter, Maisie knew quite a bit about Horcruxs. Looking to the board for once, Maisie realised just what Horcrux they were talking about. At one point her mother had told her about the Chamber of Secrets and the notebook that was a Horcrux. She was only pulled out of thought when the annoying Ravenclaw girl, Feather, actually said something intelligent. She honestly hadn't believed the girl had anything in her head, then again she was a Ravenclaw.
"Yes, that's right..." Maisie said before she could even stop herself. She was a little surprised at first, but then looked up and continued on. Might as well show she wasn't an idiot. "That 'greatest act of evil' would be murder, I believe." Added, shrugging a bit. "So, to answer the question, yeah, there is a way to store fragments of one's soul in something." She finished, looking from Feather to the Ravenclaw boy.
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First Year| |Eleven| |Ravenclaw| |Single| |Half-Blood
Dmitri walked into History of Magic and sat himself next to his sister. He looked over towards the board, a little less than excited they'd be learning about the Chamber of Secrets. He already pretty much knew about it, but why not listen, maybe he could learn something new? Then again his sister looking around the room beside him and attempting not to fall asleep was rather distracting. Sighing, Dmitri leaned on his desk and tried to keep his attention to the professor and not his sister who kept shifting herself around beside him.
When questions came up, Dmitri was surprised to hear his sister's voice. Looking over to hear he realised that, at first, she was just as surprised as he was when she talked. Maisie wasn't always one to contribute to conversations, and he guessed that she couldn't really stop herself before she got the words out. Sometimes that just happened.
"I was wondering if there's any account of what happened when Harry Potter and Ron Weasley went down into the Chamber? I mean, all I've ever read has simply said that Harry Potter killed a basilisk...is there no record of all that went down in the Chamber? Or is it only that he killed it? I mean, there's not even a detailed description of how or anything..." He asked, thinking it rather dull. All the books that Dmitri had ever read about the Chamber never really specified what went down in the Chamber, just that Harry Potter had killed the basilisk. Maybe someone in his class or the professor knew something more?
DEAR PRUDENCE, WON'T YOU COME OUT TO PLAY? DEAR PRUDENCE, GREET THE BRAND NEW DAY! THE SUN IS UP, THE SKY IS BLUE... IT'S BEAUTIFUL, AND SO ARE YOU.
DEAR PRUDENCE, WON'T YOU OPEN UP YOUR EYES? DEAR PRUDENCE, SEE THE SUNNY SKIES? THE WIND IS LOW, THE BIRDS WILL SING... THAT YOU ARE PART OF EVERYTHING.
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Pru wasn't really one for history, but at least the Chamber of Secrets was an interesting, if somewhat horrifying subject. Where was it located, anyways? Presumably in the Dungeons somewhere, but there had to be some sort of entrance, like a trap door or secret passage. An heir to Slytherin'd have to be a Parselmouth, right? She wondered if there were any still around. She also wondered who'd they pinned the crimes on the first time round, since they'd obviously got the wrong bloke. The idea of someone sneaking around trying to kill the muggleborns of the school was pathetic, anyways. Pru was pretty sure targeting kids was one of the worst things anyone could do, ever, and if you were going to try and kill people, do it yourself, don't get a giant pet snake to do it for you. She knew she was just being ridiculous now- people dabbling with dark magic didn't think like that, they only thought of themselves- but the whole thing irked her. Still, she wasn't really curious enough to actually ask the questions she had.
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LOOK AROUND, ROUND AND ROUND! DEAR PRUDENCE, LET ME SEE YOU SMILE. THE CLOUDS WILL BE A DAISY CHAIN... SO LET ME SEE YOU SMILE AGAIN.
DEAR PRUDENCE, WON'T YOU COME OUT TO PLAY? DEAR PRUDENCE, GREET THE BRAND NEW DAY! THE SUN IS UP, THE SKY IS BLUE... IT'S BEAUTIFUL, AND SO ARE YOU.
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This history was nothing like what she was learning in her muggles schools before she came here. She also was noticing that some of the characters seem to be repeating a lot. Maybe it was the point, but still she wasn’t very interested in it. Which was why she was talking notes, or else she might forget. Someone asks how could there be a fragment of a soul and she wonders why to so she looks up in hopes the teacher would explain it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 7:43 pm
Consuming space and time you welcome it. And drawing side-by-side the lines you see fit... Truth or consequence; you yield and go- And take control!
You’re getting big, you’re wanting more... You’re hiding behind your plastic soul. Screaming out loud, "Give me it now!" I don’t have a doubt who’s in control.
You're getting big: Uneasy | You're wanting more: ... | Hiding behind: First Years | Your plastic soul: History of Magic
Vander tried not to fidget in his seat. The Chamber of Secrets was something he'd heard of before, but he'd never had any idea what it was. He didn't feel guilty or horrified or really anything other than a vague sense of unease. Just because his family prized their blood, and just because they looked down on anyone with a drop of blood (why bother denying it, he figured) didn't mean they would have necessarily jumped on the "let's kill all the muggleborns" thing, though they weren't exactly condemning it. Did Vander like sharing his school with them? Of course not, but his parents were realistic enough to explain to him that this was the way it worked now, even if they despised it. He wasn't supposed to change the world, he was supposed to preserve what was left of their world. That was his job, and it was very important. Father had explained it to him before. Should he go around befriending halfbloods and muggleborns? No, but he shouldn't be making everyone around him hate him, either. He needed to bring his family back to some semblance of their former status and power. It was too bad, he thought silently, that he was a horrible liar. He'd never be able to fake friendship.
ᵃᶰᵈ ʲᵘᶳᵗ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᶳᵉ ᶜᵒᶰᵗʳᵒˡˑ
If you follow everyone it’s easier to find- You have the courage and the heart to lose your mind! Behind the curtain there’s a certain man you know... You can’t control.
You need it now, you want it more... Hiding behind your plastic soul. You scream out loud, "Give me it now!" I don’t have doubt who’s in control.
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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It was kinda weird having her first class of the day after lunch, but that was the way things worked out for Selina's class schedule; just as it worked out she ended up being the first to step into the History of Magic classroom. 'Well, maybe not the first...' she amended silently, when she realized the professor, a man with dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard and mustache, was pouring over a book, oblivious to her presence.
Selina took advantage of the moment's peace to have her books and her pen out and ready for class, before tucking into a book she'd borrowed from the library to have a bit of 'light reading'. As it was she became as oblivious to her surroundings until the professor spoke. It was then she saw the rest of the students had arrived, and class was starting.
When Professor Powell (Joel's cousin, apparently) asked his question of the class, Selina was ready with an answer. She said, in her soft tone,"Because, Professor, if we do not choose to learn from history we will continue to repeat the same mistakes we've already made. What was the past influences the now and determines the course of the future."
Addie walked into the History classroom and quickly found a seat near the back knowing that Joel would probably prefer hiding back here instead of sitting right in front of his cousin. As she waited for her friends to show up she studied the face of the professor. The two cousins looked absolutely nothing alike. Soon enough class began with a lecture about history and it's importance. Addie felt like rolling her eyes as the male professor kept bragging about the importance of his subject. The brunette sat silently pretending to listen to the lecture.
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There's a black bird in the cage of my ribs, I can hear his song all night long. And when he sings, the air, it shatters... Like a thousand shards of glass. And I will open my body! But I know he will not fly free! Sorrow, she comes a courtin', With her pale hands held in mine. And I will lay there by her side...
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Anti thought she would like this class. She'd always enjoyed history lessons, though she didn't have the near photographic memory for names and dates her older brother seemed to possess. The professor's surname was Powell, like one of her classmates. She assumed they must be related, maybe father and son or uncle and nephew. She tentatively raised her hand. "The past always repeats itself. Always. Just... not the exact same way every time. But, by learning about the past, you can start to learn when it will repeat, and you can choose to influence the outcome of that when it happens. So that maybe it doesn't repeat itself as badly as it has before."
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All night long and we will walk. Through this garden of serpent trees! And I will yet dream through this night... Filled with falling stars. There's a bright bird in the seat of my skull, And when he sings, he brings the dawn to me. When he sings, the air, it shimmers! Like a thousand tongues of fire! And I will draw him close and I pray he will not fly away.
Oh, my dear, where have you been? So near, so far, so in-between... What have you heard? What have you seen? Oh, tell us, are you big or small? To trythis one or trythem all? It's such a long, longway to fall... How can youknowthis way not that? You choose the door, you choose the path! Perhaps you should be comingback- Anotherday, anotherday! And nothing is quitewhat it seems.
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Vio liked reading stories set in history, and hearing about tales of kings and queens and wars, but that didn't mean she was all that excited for History of Magic. She was barely paying attention in a seat by the window, and didn't offer her own opinion on why history needed to be learnt. Let the rest of them talk about it. She was busy daydreaming.
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Oh, how will you findyour way? No time for tearstoday! So manydoors, how did you choose? So much to gain, so much to lose... So manythingsgot inyour way... No timetoday, no timetoday! Be carefulnot to lose your head; Rememberwhat the Dormousesaid! Did someonepull youby the hand? How manymiles to Wonderland? Pleasetell usso we'll understand....
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If I could have my wasted days back Would I use them to get back on track? Stop to warm at Karma's burning Or look ahead, but keep on turning?
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Hamilton couldn't care less for this class. He would actually prefer to be in a course that taught about magic, not its history. However, that didn't prevent his father from pounding into his head the importance of family and history and why they were much more superior and of course the ever-popular 'We need to preserve what he have before it's taken from us by those lesser than ourselves.' Which meant of course most everyone in the castle. He didn't even deign the question with an answer, sitting as far from the front as possible and ready to doze off when he got the chance.
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Layton made his way to History of Magic right as the professor was speaking about why history needed to be learned. He took a seat near Antigone and listened to her input. It seemed right to him. He had nothing against history, but he also was absolutely clueless on why it was specifically needed. He looked around the room, surprisingly not seeing Devonte. For some reason, he didn't think he'd be showing up. His brother wasn't one for history, so he was probably skipping with some other Slytherins.
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Nicole waited patiently for the other students to finish their own opinions about history. Though she was not the sort of girl to talk she did enjoy history to some extent. It was nice to know what history was created in the past and why it had any significance. She had raised her hand and waited till she had been called to speak. "Professor, I believe history is a necessity to be learned because without history we don't understand the roots of why things have become what they have become. History fills in the holes of how things become and how things became destroyed. Certainly it is good to learn history in order to prevent future mistakes but even knowing your history still leads to similar mistakes. So learning history, learning the goods and bad, allows ourselves to make better decisions for ours and everyone's future." Nicole's face grew hot with embarrassment as she tried to hide her eye's under her bangs.
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Ｅｉｒａwas honestly a little excited about going into History because she liked learning about the background of magic. She took a seat that was close to the front and took out her textbook, notebook, and quill to get ready for the class not even thinking about her wand until Professor Powell started the class and spoke of how they were not needed and to be put away. Her wand was situated neatly in the inside pocket of her robe so she just left it there not understanding how someone might think that History would somehow have something to do with actually casting magical spells. When he asked why History had to be learned many students opened up with basically the same principle: that history repeated itself in a continuous loop of good and bad decisions but with learning about the good and bad decisions could we and our future descendants help to make the present and future better on the next go around. She considered offering up her own opinion or just staying quiet to hear the rest. In the end she decided to just stay quiet and listen to the rest of the class' opinion.
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I, I'll get by I, I'll survive When the world's crashing down When I fall and hit the ground I will turn myself around Don't you try to stop me I, I won't cry
