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 Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 5:35 pm
 Annabelle wasn't a huge fan of muggle school history class so she really wasn't looking forward to Hogwart's history. Could it be any better? She thought to herself and she made her way into the back of class and sat down in an empty chair. Glancing around she noticed how many first years were already there. She smiled at Kai, the Hufflepuff boy she recognized from the feast. She sat silently as everyone gave the professor their own answers. The shy Hufflepuff didn't really have anything else to add so she kept quiet.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:04 pm
________________HAPPINESSfalseHITfalseHERfalseLIKEfalseAfalseTRAINfalseONfalseAfalseTRACKfalsefalsex❥
____☁xCOMINGfalseTOWARDfalseHERfalseSTUCKfalseSTILLfalseNOfalseTURNINGfalseBACKfalse xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx false x▬▬xx⇛ THE HORSES ARE COMING⋮SO YOU BETTER RUN -⦆ 彡 ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ ____________________________________________________________Marine Wellis________ Gryffindor ____________________________________________________________First Year ________Muggle-raised  Marine bit back a cocky smirk as Dante reached up to investigate her accusations. He claimed to be keeping it in stock for a future time. Clever. Playfully, she rolled her sky blue eyes at his little shot back. He seemed to be just like the boys she wished to be friends with in the Muggle world. Over there they didn't give her the time of day. Although, here, everyone was just ready to meet new people and make connections. It was refreshing to say the least. That's way she was mildly shock when her name was remembered after only telling him once indirectly. She didn't skip a beat on confirming it though, as to not cause him to think she thought he forgot. "Yeah, Marine, and you're Dante. Lovely to meet you once again." She threw a cheeky wink back at him. She saw him pause his Picasso sketching to take a look at the front of the class as well. His comment on the absolute lack of fun in this class made her smile and let out a breathy chuckle. "I'm not quite sure, to be honest. I heard something about the importance of history, then it went to white noise." Marine furrowed her brows in mock speculation as to what sorcery this could be. Then that rang a joke in her head, being as she was in a school for magic.
↘↘ ▓ Location:History of Magic ∙ ▒ Emotion: Precariously Playful ∙ ░ Outfit: Gryffindor Tie ↘↘
►► O.O.C.:: Yayy!! Friendship!! <3 ◄◄
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 7:26 pm
 P I P P A , clarkson--------;first year;hufflepuff;eleven;half blood;She hurried through the door that lead to the classroom she needed to be in: History of Magic. Pippa LOVED history, in all its forms. The old saying that history often repeats itself was not lost on the young blonde girl. And eyeing an empty chair, she made it quickly into that open seat. Without saying a word, Pippa withdrew the required textbook, at least a handful of parchment, and some quills. Pippa was ready. Her cool green eyes were eager as she peered around at her assortment of classmates. She noticed Emma and gave a soft smile. For some reason, she liked her fellow first year, as well as quiet Kai. She was on a mission to make some friends. Pippa let her eyes wander about some more and her gaze fell on Annabelle, the first girl who had greeted her during the Sorting. She merely gave a quick wave, not daring to interrupt class. With her hand grasping a readied quill, and hand itching-ready to take notes, Pippa cast her gaze at Professor Powell.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 8:12 pm
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2015 9:07 pm
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Though her lips formed a thin line, her eyes smiled as she studied the quiver on his stark white brow and the gears grinding behind the veil of his tropical blue-green eyes. Savannah peered down the bridge of her nose and arched her neck to scan the scribbled words and shrugged her shoulders. ”Anything can be prevented, sometimes that very act can be the cause, time is fickle she's hard to understand but possible to plan for.” She murmured, doubtful anyone but the boys' seated beside her would hear, and anyone who strained enough to listen. ”Outside forces will lead to deceit, the past and the future cards are conflicting; the cards say my goals are loyalty and trust, yet be wary of those closest to me, a period of sorrow awaits an ending lacking of closure... Or so the cards say—last week they foretold a fire in the dungeons but... still no fire.” She mused thoughtfully, her busy fingers recollecting the cards into a neat pile.
”Has a fwooper stolen your voice?” Glancing up for a half a beat, she blinked up at him before she continued to shuffle as if nothing was amiss. ”They make you mad, y'know,” Savannah paused when a single stray card-- the three of cups, with each golden goblet clutched in the hands of three fair maidens in bright, flowing gowns-- had slipped free and drifted beneath the desk of the young heir to the Cade family. A spider ringed finger signaled down to the card. ”Pssst, a little help, please?”
[OOC: ] ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷【LOCATION:: History Class 】 【COMPANY:: Rhys and Liam 】 【ATTIRE:: house robes, jewelry 】 【STATS:: Eleven, 4'8", 94lbs 】 ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2015 9:53 pm
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Kyson shuffled into History of Magic, feeling pretty neutral about his first ever lesson at Hogwarts. Well, it was history of all things, after all. It wasn't exactly the most exciting subject in the world. Taking a seat next to his housemate, Cyrus was his name if he remembered correctly, and took out his notes. Sure, he wasn't thrilled about this class, but he wasn't thrilled about much of anything these days. That didn't mean he shouldn't at least try to do well on his exams and such. Kyson began scribbling down some of the things the other students were saying in response to Professor Powell's question. They were all decent answers, he thought. From everything he knew about history, family history in particular, he knew that his ancestors did a lot to get him to where he was today. He really had a lot to thank them for, but they were all dead. "Our history determines our future. The actions of our ancestors can affect the actions of their descendants. For example, blood elitist families. A good percentage of their ancestors were probably blood elitists, hence why the current generation acts that way." That might have touched on a few sensitive strings of some people, but that was their problem, not his. It was all in the fun of learning. Yay.
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PUREBLOOD SLYTHERIN FIRST YEAR xxx And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name. 'Cause I was only born inside my dreams.
Until you die for me, as long as there is a light, my shadow's over you. 'Cause I am the opposite of amnesia.
And you're a cherry blossom, you're about to bloom. You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon.
Some legends are told. Some turn to dust or to gold. But you will remember me, remember me for centuries.
And just one mistake is all it will take. We'll go down in history, remember me for centuries.★ ▬ ★ ▬ ★
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 10:21 am
۞ do not go ⥇ gentle into ─ THAT GOOD NIGHT •♥•xx `rage against↩ THE DYING. ▋▍ of. the. light.
xxxx( First Year -- Ravenclaw ) xxxx( Defense Against the Dark Arts Class > History of Magic ) xxxx( Concentrating ) xxxx( Class of First years ) xxxx( some songs for you baby bird )
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•♥• the xx ⟶W I T C H ---- ꟽⱯꟽɃØ[xx ♑
xxxxxxxLucianne Feldmont. ----- {{ OoC :: Just realized I was supposed to post in all the classes at once, lol }}
ℒucianne, with new spells in mind, filed into her history class with a grin - she loved history, muggle or otherwise. Noting she was the person before last, per usual, she quickly found a seat in the back - one, sadly, in front of Mordred but gladly in front of Liam as well.
Feining the fact that she knew they were there, she sat, unrolled some parchment and pulled out her ink and quill, beginning her notes in her foreign language, the symbols moving from the right side of the paper to the left. Listening to his question, as Luci knew little to none of magical history, she furrowed her brow in thought, her hands pulling out the History book and placing it in her lap, at the ready.
{ Quoted due to proximity }
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 9:17 pm
 I'll lay me down tonight
Much further down
Swim in the calm tonight
This art goes drown
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Fɪʀsᴛ Yᴇᴀʀ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ || Hᴀʟғʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
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Rhys nodded, still studying the cards carefully. He understood none of it, so he was already making plans to owl his da and ask Ciaran about a tarot deck and a book on how to learn to do it. Hey, he taught himself sign language in a year and a half, he could figure this out, right? Though, if he didn't have the inclination, it probably wouldn't do much. However, he froze when she asked him about his voice. His mouth dropped open, his eyes widened, and he squeaked. Literally squeaked. Eyes widening in horror, he slapped a hand to his mouth and swallowed hard before he took a deep breath. Then, in a voice that was barely a whisper and shocked even himself with how soft it sounded, he answered her. "I don't talk. Not really. Easier to disappear that way." He closed his mouth and flushed red, suddenly mortified that he had said even that much. He wanted desperately to hide, and wondered if he could die from panic. Why did he even say anything? He was perfectly happy being silent and invisible as much as possible.
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Location: History of Magic
Thinking: Wonder what she's doing?
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All insects sing tonight
The coldest sound
I'd send Gods grace tonight
Could it be found?
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2015 11:18 am
Sometimes I’m feeling like I’m going insane
My neighbour told me that I got bad brains
But I’m alright though (We’re alright though)
Yeah, we’ll be alright though (We’re alright though) XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX  Gryffindor First Year ღ Halfblood ღ Single ┏━━━━━☆━━━━━┓ Annie was tearing through the halls desperate to not be horribly terribly late to History. She knew the joke "made a wrong turn at Albuquerque" but the castle took it to an entirely different level! And those blasted moving and disappearing stairs certainly didn't help things! Finally though, she arrived at the classroom and apparently was relatively on time seeing as though most people were talking amongst themselves so maybe nothing of real excitement had happened yet. Awesomesauce! She spotted Cy sitting somewhere near the front and thought it would be rude to sort of barge up on the Slytherin, especially when it looked like he was sort of sleeping, so she decided to join Kai who was lazing about in the back. She offered him a grin and wave before she began pulling things out for note taking. "I haven't missed anything too exciting have I?" Annie asked teasingly but also apprehensively. She really didn't want to fall behind in History already, it was already one of her lowest marked classes in muggle school she didn't want to be in the negatives here too. ┗━━━━━☆━━━━━┛     ☯Wearing
☯Where ~ History Classroom
☯With ~ Classmates
☯What ~ Learning! They say we’re losers and we’re alright with that
We are the leaders of the not-coming-back’s
But we’re alright though
Yeah, we’re alright though
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2015 2:51 pm
Kai had been mainly doodling in his notebook by the time someone had sat themselves down next to him--someone late, he noticed. He guessed they should count themselves lucky Professor Powell seemed fairly laid-back. He looked to his side to see Anna, who he had met on the boat. He managed a small smile and shook his head before returning to his drawing. "No, I don't think so.. Professor Powell asked why history is important and a few people have answered, but that's it." He didn't include the fact that he was not one of those few.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2015 7:05 pm
  Slipping further into his own thoughts, Liam's gaze appeared to be locked on the Professor at the front of the room, though a thick haze covered his view and images of children mounted atop airborne broomsticks replaced the classroom. After outrunning a rather persistent bludger, the Ravenclaw snatched the quaffle from an opposing player and headed downfield—
Whispers.
A soft voice—melodic, yet cocky—caressed his ears like a gentle touch, ripping his mind from a vivid daydream and back into the dimly-lit classroom alongside his body. Glancing to his side, he watched as his white-haired housemate sitting on the other side of Savannah scribbled a quick note and passed it to the snake. Clearly unafraid of any possible reaction to her action, the Slytherin replied again in her hushed whisper, the sound surprisingly pleasant in Liam's ears.
Hesitantly, the boy scanned the girl's desk, his attention absorbing her quiet voice and linking it to the cards in her hands. They had been tarot cards, he noticed—a suspicion that had been nipping at his sub-conscious for days. Attempting to avoid drawing attention to himself, he peered to the side, doing his best to make out the images that painted each card she laid out. His family might have cast doubt upon the practice of card-reading, but the idea intrigued him. Seeing events before they occurred? Interesting, to say the least.
Liam tried to keep up as she explained her own near-future destiny to his fellow eagle, his eyes darting back and forth from card to card, doing his best to connect the dots of her words to the dot in her hands. Without warning, one of the cards slipped from the girl's hand and spun to a stop below his desk next to his feet.
As if she hadn't already held the whole of his attention, a metal spider crept into his personal space, assisting her in asking for help. An uncalled for smile slithered across his lips as his hand automatically slipped to the floor to retrieve the card decorated with three young women, each gripping a large golden goblet. Drawing the picture nearer to his face, Liam's smile flattened out as he attempted to determine its meaning. Almost immediately, the smile returned and he handed the card back to its owner. "If you needed my help to decipher your future, you could've just asked," he told her quietly, his voice deeper than most boys his age, but still left with room to grow. Shrugging his lean shoulders, the corner of his lips wavered before pressing together and letting a few more words slip. "You're going to be extremely thirsty by the time you make it to dinner tonight." His sarcasm was thick and his eyes bright, falling again to the pile of cards on her desk before returning to her delicate features. Something about her worked vigorously to keep his attention.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 11:29 am
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”Oh,” she mouthed softly, tone absent of any surprise her words otherwise might have implicated. Savannah had the face of a doll; painted and poised and masked, ever smiling but hollow. Even now, her pensive features seemed to see right through Rhys, as if he were just another figment of her imagination. ”Perhaps you ought to take lessons from the demiguise; invisibility cloaks are fashioned from their hair, I wonder if they have white hair, like yours.” Savannah paused to breathe and hum, her spindling fingers woven in a web of fortunetelling. ”Or the diricawl? Oh yes, would it could, the dodo bird would teach you well... Would you like to be a dodo bird?” She pondered, rising the blue iris petals to blossom on Rhys' alabaster features, expectant for an answer but vision clouded with distractions. ”I shouldn't want you to disappear into extinction—I quite like you.” She mused thoughtfully, the corners of her lips plucked upwards into a fleeting smile.
With attention notched like an arrow to a bow, Savannah had trained her sight on Liam—decidedly undecided on her opinion of the boy—though unwittingly captivated by the broken fragments of chiseled marble stitched together at the brow with an illuminating gold. Instead of hidden and disguised, it bled history and it always will; again, it reminded her of home. ”I'll have to remember that next time,” sapphire gems smiled, though it never reached her porcelain lips. ”Oh, will I?” Her tone seemed to challenge as much as amuse. ”How did you know I skipped lunch? Do you have the Sight as well?” She jested, a crooked smile highlighted the dimples in her cheeks as she plucked the card of cups from his grasp and quickly added as an afterthought, ”I wonder if this is the day then, that I'll find the entrance to the kitchens. Do you think the house elves will mind terribly if I tried to help them?”
[OOC: ] ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷【LOCATION:: History Class 】 【COMPANY:: Rhys and Liam 】 【ATTIRE:: house robes, jewelry 】 【STATS:: Eleven, 4'8", 94lbs 】 ∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷∷
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 12:38 pm
Dull blue eyes bore into Savannah's, as if they were attempting to carve out her soul. She controlled her emotions and her display of those emotions much like Liam, only broadcasting what she wanted him to see. There was no telling whether or not what she did show was was authentic, or whether it had been replaced by some other emotion, or masked altogether. Her voice, however, was playful—she seemed, at least, to be enjoying their exchange, though for what reason he did not know. Like some sort of nocturnal creature taking refuge in a hole in a tree in a forest in the middle of nowhere, she would remain a mystery unless she herself desired otherwise.
Part of him wanted to think that it had been this evasive trait that had gotten her placed in Slytherin, rather than a deep-pitted evil that was certain to manifest itself in much darker ways than lying to their herbology professor about her house and name for the mere amusement of it. His curiosity was paramount; it seemed to control his every move when he was around her, manipulating his body and words in such a way that was intended to get him closer to the truth. Whether or not it actually would was another matter entirely.
"Ah, the Sight. Is that what you call it?" While his words were put together in a joking manner, truthfully Liam was extremely interested in the topic, knowing very little about its history, occurrence, or application. The "Sight" itself was a completely new reference to him, but he only portrayed that sarcastically in his response. "No..." he continued lightly. "No, I don't have 'the Sight,' but I do have extraordinary hearing. Unless a growling stomach has some deeper meaning?" One corner of his mouth curled up as he toyed with her, merely playing on her mention of skipping lunch.
The eagle shifted in his seat, keeping his eyes on the snake as if he were worried she might disappear if he gave her the opportunity. Like an automatic response to her gaze lingering on his scar again, his left hand began to reach for it, as if it weren't already too late to cover it up and keep her from noticing it. Realizing this, he smoothly redirected his path, running his fingers through his dusty brown hair instead. "I've found that most house elves are just as capable of friendly socialization as any witch or wizard, but whether or not they are willing to accept help almost completely depends on their...work history," he told her, unable to avoid giving her a serious answer, despite the fact that he doubted she actually cared to get a response to what was almost certainly meant as a joke. His mind wandered to Urchin and his long days and longer nights spent in slave-like conditions tending to the Cade family's needs, wants, and unthinkable desires. Liam was certain that the nimble little house elf would never accept help from anyone other than himself, and only because he had put in the effort necessary to befriend him.
Readjusting his grip on reality, the boy produced a small, nearly-genuine smile, his eyes darting from Savannah to Rhys, and back again. "Perhaps you could give us both a more in-depth lesson on reading cards later. Assuming you don't have to be capable of seeing the Sight to see the concept behind it..?" It was clear the other boy was genuinely interested in the topic, as well, and Liam didn't want Savannah to think—or realize—that his pursuit of an understanding of the cards was also a means of deciphering her. After all, where there was knowledge to be sought, he would always seek it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 1:24 pm
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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ Mᴀɢɪᴄ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ Pʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ || Sᴛᴜᴅʏ ᴏғ Aɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ Rᴜɴᴇs
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Grayson walked into the classroom, eyes examining the room as he steps up to the board to write something in large letters before placing the chalk down and standing before the class.
"Hello class, and welcome back. Today, we're going to go over the history of Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts was founded in the ninth to tenth century by its founders, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. They came together to build the school due to increased suspicion of muggles and magic, and wanted to teach students without fear of prosecution. However, not all of them agreed on which students should be accepted into the school. Salazar Slytherin wanted to only admit purebloods, which was at odds with the other founders. He left the school, and never returned.
"Hogwarts was one of the finest institutes for magical learning by the thirteenth century, and together with Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, started the Triwizard Tournament. However, due to injuries and deaths resulting from the tournament, it was disbanded six centuries after it started. There have been many attempts to reinstate it, but none have been successful.
"More recently, the school has been the site for many different incidents in the last century. It was here that Voldemort learned his magic, and here that Harry Potter defeated him in the Battle for Hogwarts. It has also been the site for the most recent attempt for the Triwizard Tournament, and obviously remains a major school for magic today."
He looked about the class. "Now I know that some of you may have questions, so don't hesitate to ask. I would be happy to answer them to the best of my ability."
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Location: History of Magic classroom
Thinking: New year, new faces...
Taken by: Amata Harlowe
OOC: Essy, Ivory, sorry, but I kinda have to post the next class, so um, well, after class scene if you want? 8'D
Now where did I put that wand?
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2015 3:52 pm
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Pippa filtered into the classroom quietly, though with a somewhat serene look upon her face. She thoroughly enjoyed history - magic or otherwise. Taking a seat near the front, Pip got out her usual supplies and gave the professor a polite smile. After class had begun, Pippa rapidly took notes in her sprawling, cursive handwriting. Her mother had taught her that if she couldn't read her own writing, how could she expect anyone else to?
After Professor Powell had finished speaking, and then asked if there were any questions, Pippa thought back on his words. Her mother, who had attended Hogwarts, had never told her very much of the school's history. Oh, she knew of the more recent events. But when it came to the founding of the school, the Hufflepuff knew only a bit. With a tilt of her head, Pippa proceeded to raise her hand.
"Professor, what happened to Salazar Slytherin? You said he left the school, but does anyone know what happened to him? Where did he go from there?" She supposed it was a bit silly to ask, as she wasn't even in Slytherin, but she was curious. Had he run off to build another school?
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