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 Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 8:24 pm
 ♘♙♘ Emrynn Bennett ♘♙♘
1ѕт уєαя яανєи¢ℓαw
ρυяєвℓσσ∂ Me, who am I?
A far-from-perfect guy
A bum who wants to do what's right
But often does what's wrong
A kid who's voice is way off key
But loves to sing a song Emrynn had come to class just ready to listen to a nice lecture, to actually learn something but clearly some of the students in his class had other ideas about that. He was a bit annoyed at the words of the Slytherin Devonte but had decided to ignore them until Harper, a Hufflepuff stood and made her opinion quite well known. He watched back and forth at those who had joined the conversation, completely unsure of what to do and questioning why on earth the Professor had yet to do anything. As the girl Selina spoke again he crinkled his nose. "That's not true." He said, then suddenly shut his mouth he was not getting involved in this. He didn't quite mean for that to come out but it had but it there had been no proof, in the history of magic, that because someone didn't have immediate relation to those of magic blood there weren't able to inherit those abilities. It just wasn't scientifically sound! But no, he was be keeping his mouth shut. Him stating this would not do anything for anyone, it would probably just get him in trouble. This was so awkward. Goodness people just needed to shut it or he would never learn anything. He rubbed his brow and suppressed the urge to punch them all if only to get some quiet, even if he did like those who were speaking. A guy who dreams like a lion
But wakes up like a lamb
Me, who am I?
But the guy, I am
That's who'm I!
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2015 8:27 pm
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...  α и т ı g ø и e
¢ α š š ı ø ρ e ı α
ł ı ł ł α и т ı и e
яανeи¢łαω │ fıяšт чeαя │ ρυяeвłøøđ │ še¢øиđ вøяи
Anti's normally sallow face was bright red, her eyes firmly on her lap. It was bad enough that they were talking about the founder of the house she should have been in, never mind the fact that her family honestly agreed with some of his views- or at least variations of them. It wasn't as if, she reasoned silently, her parents had ever called for the extermination of muggleborns or halfbloods or the subjugation of muggles. They didn't even say the word 'mudblood'. It was a foul word, and people of their class didn't pollute their mouths with such things. Well, Vander said it when he thought he could get away with it, which was often, but never around anyone from school. Besides, her brother was offensive, she felt, purely for the sake of being offensive. He liked saying disgusting things. It made him feel older, more mature than the rest of them. She was trying very hard not to feel persecuted, though it wasn't as if anyone in here could read her mind. The only thing that was obvious was that she was extremely uncomfortable. And she was. 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.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 11:46 am
 Layton slid into class a bit late, though it was convenient, as everyone else was focused on--who else--but his brother, and perhaps some others. He had heard talks of an argument in class throughout the halls, yet he had no idea it was this class. Though, knowing his brother, he wasn't surprised that it was him who had started the whole thing. His opinions tended to set others off, it seemed. He took a seat beside Antigone, who looked uncomfortable, and why shouldn't she be? His whole persona would seem just plain horrible to some people (including his fellow housemate Harper). The only reason Layton wasn't uncomfortable himself was because he was perfectly used to this kind of behavior coming from his blonde twin. He was honestly surprised that anyone liked him, or could at least put up with him, which is what it seemed Violante had been doing. Although, they both were Slytherins, so it made some sense.   OOC: First Year ║ Eleven Years Old ║ Hufflepuff ║ Pureblood ║ Reserve Chaser ║ Single
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 1:02 pm
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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ Mᴀɢɪᴄ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ Pʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ || Sᴛᴜᴅʏ ᴏғ Aɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ Rᴜɴᴇs
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Grayson frowned as before he could speak, an argument erupted in the form of questioning Slytherin's wish to teach purebloods. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead and looked around a bit for his wand, finding it behind a book on his desk. Bringing the wand up, he thought for a moment before deciding instead to speak up. "Miss Grey, Miss Warren, and Mister Bannister, while I appreciate the idea of an open discussion, I was asked a question, not the class at large, especially for a subject such as that. Ten points will be deducted from each of your houses as well as a detention issued to each of you. Next time, instead of injecting your two cents about a question asked of me on a purely controversial subject, I suggest you allow me to speak before making arses of yourselves." He didn't know if it was the fact his class tended to talk about controversial subjects or not, but it was pretty ridiculous that he could count on one hand the number of times the other years seemed to erupt into an argument and the volatile way that the first years tended to.
Looking over the class, he took a deep breath. "Now, as to your question, which Miss Lillantine was kind enough to point out was directed to me, there are several theories about why Salazar Slytherin left the school and why he valued purebloods. One popular theory, which is possibly backed with evidence at the time, is the fact that muggleborn witches and wizards, as well as halfbloods, have a direct tie to the muggle world, and therefore run the risk of revealing magic to muggles. When Hogwarts was founded, it was for children to safely learn magic without persecution from muggles. Therefore, it is likely that Slytherin feared that these children could possibly lead muggles to the location of the school and therefore posed a threat to those attending. However, this is merely a theory, and one possible fear that has been unfounded as Hogwarts has never been assaulted by muggles in any way. Now, any other questions?"
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Location: History of Magic class
Thinking: ...
Taken by: Amata Harlowe
OOC:
Now where did I put that wand?
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2015 8:54 pm
 ¢єяι ∂ανιєѕ
fιяѕт уєαя нυffℓєρυff ι ωαит тσ вяєαк fяєє
ι ωαит тσ вяєαк fяєє
ι ωαит тσ вяєαк fяєє fяσм уσυя ℓιєѕ
уσυ'яє ѕσ ѕєℓf ѕαтιѕfιє∂ ι ∂σи'т иєє∂ уσυ
ι'νє gσт тσ вяєαк fяєє
gσ∂ киσωѕ, gσ∂ киσωѕ ι ωαит тσ вяєαк fяєє Ceri sat in the back of the classroom, as she was want to do in every class. She actually liked this class. The material was fascinating, and it was nice to hear that her stepmother was wrong in her instructions. The quiet girl took her notes, excited for the discussion. Except that it became a wild argument. The Slytherin boy, Devonte, and Harper from her house started fighting again. Pureblood mentality versus muggleborn mentality. Ceri sighed and slunk down in her chair, listening as practically the whole class jumped in. She began to chew on her lip, frowning sadly. {συт σf ¢нαяα¢тєя: ...}
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 6:55 am
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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ Mᴀɢɪᴄ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ Pʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ || Sᴛᴜᴅʏ ᴏғ Aɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ Rᴜɴᴇs
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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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Location: History of Magic classroom
Thinking: New year, new faces...
Taken by: Amata Harlowe
OOC:
Now where did I put that wand?
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 7:16 am
 xSera Maybelle Averyxxxxx xxxx<1st Year> Time: 2029-2030 School Year
Location: History of Magic I
Dressed: Slytherin Robes
------------------------------------------------------------------------ xx Sera was irritated by the laid-back looking professor the moment she walked into the classroom. His feet were on his desk? Seriously? She shook her head ever so slightly and sat down, pulling out some parchment her quill and ink, and textbook, waiting for class to start. At least the professor seemed decent enough once he started lecturing, Sera decided. When it came to his question about why history should be learned she raised a hand and answered primly, "Well, history is written by the victors, and it is their right to boast so it would be wise to listen as they earned the right to write history for a reason. But, it also gives us incredible insight on why the losers were losers and winners were winners in the past and we can shape our actions in the future so we can come out victorious as well."She raised a brow, "After all, if something has been tried and failed it would be awfully moronic to try the same thing again."------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 9:43 am
Let's say sunshine for everyone.
But as far as I can remember-
We've been migratory animals...
Living under changing weather.
Someday we will foresee obstacles.  A S T E R I A
C E C I L Y
F R E Y
first year │ gryffindor │ muggleborn
Aster had never liked history. She lived in the here and now, not the past. Not like her parents, always singing along to 'top hits of the nineties' on the radio. Nuts. She looked over the professor as she took a seat in the back, scowling as she heard there would be no magic. Wasn't this a school for magic?! She resisted the urge to lie her head down on her desk. Witch burnings sounded kind of interesting, but she knew they weren't going to get to that today. She regarded the class silently, watching some prim brunette Slytherin answer the professor's question. Through the blizzard, through the blizzard...
Today we will sell our uniform!
Live together, live together-
We played hide and seek in waterfalls;
We were younger, we were younger.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 9:49 am
They're selling postcards of the hanging,
When they're painting the passports brown,
Yeah, the beauty parlor's filled with sailors,
The circus is in town, Levi walked into class, not sure whether he was excited or dreading History of Magic. he always thought the subject was boring when he went to public school, but then again, they didn't learn about magic stuff. So maybe this would be interesting. But maybe not. He took a seat near no one in particular, and leaned back. He'd let others answer the question, because honestly he didn't know.OOC: And the riot squad, they're restless,
They need somewhere to go,
As Lady and I look out tonight,
From Desolation Row.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 9:55 am
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Tristan shuffled awkwardly to class, his short frame emphasized by the height of the door he'd just passed beneath. The professor was absorbed in a book, but he didn't much care to try to read the title, he was too distracted by the enormous world globe beside his desk and the stone tablet covered in a messy scrawl of symbols that had rested on the other side of his desk. The young Slytherin had to resist the urge to skim his fingers across the ancient stone and instead, prompted himself into a seat behind Sera. Although she wasn't very high on his list of 'friends,' she wasn't completely horrible, anyway. He lounged backwards in his seat, fully expecting to mull about in silence for the duration of class and stare out the window until the lesson was over. However... He just... couldn't help himself... ”Oi, now tha's just bullocks,” he blurted out, shaking his head. ”So just because some old bloke wrote about somethin' in a book, we jus' have to believe him? You tellin' me that you really think Gilderoy Lockhart traveled with vampires, yetis, and 'Gadding with Ghouls?'” Tristan had to resist the urge to scoff (but did so horribly as a sharp tuft of air had still whistled past his teeth. ”So you tellin' me you just believe every sodding book you read?” He wasn't even sure where to go from here, but he knew didn't agree. ”Seems like to me, history's about understanding people, society, and change; hav'ta wade through all that shite to look for the warning signs: y'know,” he shrugged, then counted out on his fingers as he continued, ”racism, slavery, genocide, discrimination, segregation... an' all that rubbish.”
∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷【LOCATION:: History of Magic】 【COMPANY:: The First Years】 【ATTIRE:: School Uniform】 【STATS:: Slytherin, 4'9", 98lbs】 ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 11:15 am
Pureblood ☆ Reed wand with Sphinx Hair Core ☆ Dressed for Hogwarts Alice took a seat next to Aster, she might not be very similar to the outgoing girl, but she was someone she knew at least. And the familiar was comfortable. She sat down, noting Aster lacked any enthusiasm for the class, as she got out her things to take notes like she was supposed to. However, when things turned to discussion she paled, especially after the one Slytherin boy spoke, was this what Eira meant about arguments starting in History of Magic? She knew Tristan had a point with his question but how he worded it was so... it was so belligerent. ☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆{OoC: ....................} ☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 11:22 am
Ambition and cleverness,
Usually such a dark connotation.  I N D I A N Axxx M O R I A R T Yxxx Q U A K E Ravenclaw │ First Year │ Eleven Years Old │ Halfblood
Hesitantly, Indie made her way into the classroom, having had a long debate with herself about whether to even show up. This was the subject she’d been dreading most, as there was absolutely no practical use for the material. Not that there was much practical use for the simple charms and spells they’d been learning in other classes, but at least they were using their wands, getting a sense for how to physically practice magic. History, however, was simply a long and boring tale about a great many people who either did something foolish, something beneficial, or something horrible. These decisions really didn’t teach much, other than that a great many people lacked a great deal of common sense. Indie couldn’t fathom cramming this useless information into her skull; there was only so much room in there, and she wanted to save that for skills and processes that might actually come in handy in a tricky situation. The kinds of people who ended up in history textbooks weren’t the kind of people who sat around reading about history.
Still, a grade was a grade, and Indie was a Ravenclaw, and she didn’t want to start the year off by losing the respect of her housemates or her superiors. She’d thought long and hard about it, and getting caught skipping class wasn’t quite worth the brief satisfaction of not sitting through an 45 minutes worth of babble. So she’d gritted her teeth and come, if only to be seen by her professor. When she arrived, she took a seat at the rear of the classroom near a blonde Gryffindor, but rather pretended she didn’t notice anyone. Once she’d sat, she slouched low in her seat and zoned out, daydreaming about flying class and what broom she’d ask her mum for in the spring. Simply sitting and staring was a better alternative to actually listening to the professor’s fluff, and Indie tuned out all the dialogue, snapping out of her reverie only when she noticed a Slytherin boy talking rather emphatically at one of his housemates. Indie sat up and leaned forward in her seat, grateful for the distraction. “At least this class is good for something,” she thought, observing with a raised eyebrow. If this little outburst could lose the snakes some points, it would make her presence worth the pain.
However, you can find that same
mindset here as well...
Ravenclaw!
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 6:06 pm
LOCATION » History of Magic classroom.
COMPANY » Professor Powell and other first years.
WEARING » Ravenclaw Robes.
OOC » Yaaaay learning~
 
Sophie was surprised when the first years received their class schedules to find that most days they only had one or two classes a day and very few were in the morning. This was very odd to her, but refreshing nonetheless as no one really wanted to get up early if they didn't have to. It made sense though with the lateness of some of their classes (namely astronomy) why they'd given them the chance to catch up on their sleep.
Regardless, it gave her ample time to awake to the odd sensation of ...well just being suddenly awake. Apparently their beds were charmed to act as sort of alarm clocks and you could set it to particular times if you wished. She definitely needed to figure out how to do that. After taking a shower, she took a journey, with her task being to find her very first class, History of Magic.
The brunette was looking forward to this class, as she was sure that most magical children grew up knowing most of the important events of the magical world, but she knew absolutely nothing. So she had a lot to learn. Sadly the very confusing and at times, even misleading twists and turns of Hogwarts, got her a bit lost, though she was able to make it just in time to the class, thankfully.
Hurriedly sitting down and getting out her History of Magic book as well as some paper, pen and her wand, Sophie looked up at the male Professor and awaited for him to start. At his introduction, she took the time to casually jot down his name so she wouldn't forget it before putting away her wand. Her interest was immediately peaked as Professor Powell referenced the burning of witches in the 1600's and some sort of recent crisis of the last century. A major magical event had happened in the last century and she hadn't even known. Did it have something to do with this 'Statue of Secrecy'?
When he asked why history needed to be learned, Sophie raised her hand. But another girl beat her to it, stating out her own answer without waiting to be called upon. She definitely didn't agree with what this girl had to say, but she was entitled to her own (wrong) opinion.
Apparently someone else felt the same way, and stated so rather loudly. Turning in her seat to get a look at the brown hair boy who'd spoken up, Sophie smiled at his argument. Taking a leaf out of Sera's book, Sophie raised her hand before speaking, "They both have a point. History is usually dictated by those victorious in...the world, even if there isn't a war occurring at the time. But it's our duty to learn all history so we can attempt to sift through what's boasting and what's fact, as well as to ensure that we don't let history repeat itself."
⊰━━━━━━ ✕ ✖ ✕ ✖ ✕ ✖ ● ✖ ✕ ✖ ✕ ✖ ✕ ━━━━━━━⊱
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 6:31 pm
xSera Maybelle Averyxxxxx xxxx<1st Year> Time: 2029-2030 School Year
Location: History of Magic I
Dressed: Slytherin Robes
------------------------------------------------------------------------ xx Sera raised a brow as the Ravenclaw girl spoke up, after Tristan's less elegant display of class participation too. She waved a hand at Sophie's words and said with a polite smile, "Yes, yes, and knowledge for the sake of knowledge if very noble indeed. However, I really don't care if history repeats itself or not just as long as I'm on the winning side of things."She raised a brow at the Ravenclaw and shook her head, before adding, "Either way, we can agree that learning history is important as it does give us interesting insight into how to proceed in the future. And determining what is lies, and learning them, are sometimes just as useful as knowing the truth I find." She shrugged and fell silent and added a few additions to her notes as she waited for the lecture and discussion to press on. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 7:57 pm
 Take all of your wasted honor
Every little past frustration
Take all of your so-called problems,
Better put 'em in quotations
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Zeph walked into the classroom and immediately blinked. Apparently he came in right as an argument started brewing. Deciding to play it safe, he sat next to Levi and crossed his arms. He wasn't about to get into an argument the first class of this he was in. It was stupid, and he didn't want to deal with it. It was hard enough reading the text, anyway. He knew he was going to be spending as much time as he could studying and trying to do his assignments as it was. He just hoped the professor didn't ask for a copy of his notes. He doubted that anyone but him could read them.
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Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open
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