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โโโโโโโโโโโ Where? History of Magic Who? Other First Year students. Thoughts?This will be the easiest class for me... โโโโโโโโโโโ
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Jack felt a laugh bubble up inside of him, threatening to come out. He all but ignored the comments about Barnabas the Barmy. But he nodded at the comment about the work that needed to be done for advancement. Turning his eyes back to the Ravenclaw, a quick smile flashed across his features as realization struck. "That explains everything. Out of all of us, you need this class the most. You're a muggleborn, you haven't the foggiest idea of what it even means to be a wizard yet, and you're arrogant enough to say that our history doesn't matter? Your history." He narrowed his eyes, "Regardless of how some might feel about the subject, you are now a wizard. Regardless of your blood status, regardless of your heritage, you are and will always be a wizard. To ignore what that means, to take it for granted is a crime far worse than any war. It's a personal blow to not only yourself, but to all witches and wizards."
Shaking his head, he looked at the boy. "You are a Ravenclaw, do you even know who Rowena Ravenclaw was? In her day, she was viewed as one of the most brilliant witches of her day and all those in her House value knowledge above all else. Yet here you are, a member of her house, and you're dismissing some of the most important information that you'll ever hear." He grinned then, eyes flashing. "Or is it that you are not interesting in anything beyond slinging spells like an infant? Have you put any consideration to what your life will be beyond Hogwarts? You won't have a muggle education and many of the more exciting jobs in our world require at least an O.W.L. in History of Magic."
Jack then put his hand on the History of Magic book, shaking his head. "The First and Second Wizarding Wars, for your information, were lead by a dark wizard for the sole purpose of eliminating your kind. Luckily for everyone here, he failed both times. Yes. I said both times, as he supposedly died and came back to life nearly fifteen years after his death." He narrowed his eyes darkly, his voice low and steady. "If he'd have succeeded, you'd be either dead, nonexistent, or a prisoner in Azkaban. Appreciate that for a moment, if you will."
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 6:31 pm
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders I ain't never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to I'm supposed to set an example
โ โ โโ Wren woke from his short daydream about flying to some place he heard about called Tahiti when an actual argument broke out. Over. History. Were they so bored that they literally couldn't think of anything else to do? His interest was peaked when one boy from his house (he doesn't remember his name, just that they shared the same dorm) kept saying the word "muggle" which he learned meant those without magic-so normal people-and sounded like he was trying to sound smart while also trying to brownnose which just gave him a headache and th urge to punch him in the face. Then another responded to him bringing up World War II talking about the similarities between that war and the ones fought in the wizarding world and he found himself agreeing with him. Most of the world's leaders seem to follow the principal "learn from the past so that when we do it now it'll be better in the future" and by better he meant that they did the exact same thing while spouting that they had done it for the right reasons unlike those other people. All in all, it really wasn't hard to see why he didn't have much faith in the supposed most intelligent species on the planet. He swore his mouse was smarter than some people he knew and Meese still ate cheddar even though he knew it gave him horrid gas and weird shits. The boy frowned a bit in confusion when another boy (from that puffer house or whatever) started spouting about a guy named Barny trying to teach trolls ballet? The actual hell? He was about to ask when that kid, the one from his house not the actual smart sounding one, opened his mouth again and the urge to punch his lights out increased threefold. "First of all, the ******** are you to try and ******** chide that other kid for havin' an opinion that's different from your own? I may not have been a ******** genius in school but even I know there's a difference between intelligence and jus' recitin' what's in the textbook. Second of all, you're actually wrong. It's because we weren't raised in this bloody mess of a world that we can see things differently, or as he was poitin' out, what was so similar about it. Third, if you'd stop pluggin' your ears an' humming you'd realize he said 'keepin' history for bloods sake' meaning that you, us, whatever, seem to only relay history because you haven't ******** gotten it through your skulls that blood doesn't matter judging from the wars and the random terror attacks. And finally, what ******** important information? The only thing remotely interesting I've heard all day is that some barmy ******** bloke tried to teach a bunch of trolls to dance and prolly got his arse handed to him if trolls are anything like I imagine they are. Oh, an' now knowing that you're a complete ********> Wren had never spoken so much in his entire life. Not even when he had his screaming matches with Deri and his mum but here was sprouting off to some rich b*****d and it was all probably going to go in one ear and turn into something completely different before it exited the other. Or he'll hear him say "********" and pass out because ohno, bad language! Honestly he hoped for the second; least he wouldn't have to keep hearing him talk.
Mephis Inferni
Utsuha Moon
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
It was a Monday afternoon and Aria's belly was still full from lunch when she found her way to the History of Magic classroom and took a seat next to her fellow Gryffindor, Fianna. Tucking a few curly strands behind her ear, she smiled at the redhead beside her and fumbled in her rucksack for an empty notebook and a pen. (Like hell she was going to learn to use a quill, and besides, who wants an ink pot breaking in your bag anyway?) The professor seemed nice, if a bit, distracted. Good. Maybe this will be a class she can pass notes and talk to her friends. For now though, she figured she ought to pay attention. This was a whole new world to her, and most of these people already knew so much about itโshe was still trying to get over her heart attack from seeing Nearly Headless Nick pop up at their house table for breakfast that morning.
It all started out so simple. And then, everything changed. Conversation drifted from reasoning, assumption, accusation, thenโwait did he just say Hitler? Aria blinked, she didn't even fight the frown on her face when she breathed out a quiet, โWoah.โ Things were starting to get catty between the Slytherin and the Ravenclaw; she didn't quite understand a few of things mentioned, especially when that Hufflepuff boy brought up something about trolls. What do trolls even have to do about thisโwait a minute, there's a trolls too? Holy hell, is the Lochness and Chupacabra real too? Aria snapped back into reality when a different Slytherin, one that seemed like he'd been daydreaming, just broke out into a string of curses. He sounded like her older brother; annoyed and angry. But to be bloody well honest, all them bruvs were just making themselves look proper moist. It would've been hilarious if she wasn't so damn confused about what they were talking about. Still, she couldn't help but add in her totally loud and totally unnecessary comment after Wren's final insult, โOoooo, ouuuch.โ
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My eyes are open wide And by the way, I made it through the day I watched the world outside By the way, I'm leaving out today
Where am I? Class Who am I with? Classmates, Professor Powell What am I doing? Getting exasperated What am I thinking? And this might be the reason why everyone hates purebloods... What am I wearing?First Year Uniform โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
Arden silently listened to the class as he sat, having come in long enough to hear the start of the argument and knowing where exactly this was all going to end up. With an argument. From one of the mud-muggleborns arguing with his housemates. He had to admit that the Ravenclaw boy had a point, and Arden could only guess as to why blood status was a factor when learning about history. Shouldn't everyone learn it, not just those in old families and those who didn't know any better? However, Wren had a point, as the professor had asked for opinions. It just seemed that James had missed that point. He knew for a fact that while important, there were a lot of people, even within the muggle world, that despised history simply because it was all about memorizing dates, names, and events.
Deciding that he was actually going to speak up, he coughed lightly before looking at his housemate. "Just what does his blood status even have to do with him needing to learn history? I mean, I don't care for this class either, but that's simply because I learned it all from my family. He's entitled to his opinion, and deciding to shove in the fact that he's a mudblood does you no favors either. If nothing else, it makes you sound just as bigoted as the Dark Lord himself. Think on that for a moment, and then wonder why exactly you're learning history again. From my viewpoint, you might need a refresher yourself." He then blinked, reviewing what he said in his head again, and then slapping himself on the forehead. "Sorry. Muggleborn. I didn't mean to offend you. I apologize."
Tell my mother, Tell my father I've done the best I can To make them realize This is my life I hope they understand I'm not angry, I'm just saying... Sometimes goodbye is a second chance
๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝx ๏ผ๏ผ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝx ๏ผ๏ผ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝx ๏ผ๏ผ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝxxโชโชโช Fay had almost forgotten that this was a class discussion when another student, a Hufflepuff, spoke. "Studying what was done doesn't help the future," he addressed the new student. "History doesn't dictate the future, and sure as heck won't stop humans from killing each other. If some people can disregard another's pain, why would they listen to a history book they were forced to read as a child? I still stand by the fact that sociology and psychology are the two subjects that are more helpful. There's a reason why some people are fascinated by serial killers." Fay was, of course, at the prime age where learning about war and suffering is at its peak interest.
And trolls? Ballet? Barnacle what? It poked at Fay's curiosity, but his attention was diverted to this bloke he really, really wanted to sock in the face. Such a pretentious a*****e. Boy was he glad he wasn't sorted into Slytherin! Listening to another Slytherin blast the guy with a couple well-placed rebuttals was undeniably satisfying, and Fay couldn't help but give a mental, silent thumbs up at the guy. "I am a wizard, yes, but I am also human. Emphasis on human. The only difference between these so called 'muggles' and wizards is the presence of magic and which group has the better internet. I don't care about either muggle history or wizard history, but neither is more 'important' than the other. I know what it means to be a human. I don't let magic define me." Fay held off on telling that guy to go "******** himself".
"And how is history the most important knowledge here? Suppose you got a guy bleeding to death in front of you. Will history help anything? No! I'd whip out a book on some fancy healing magic, or lob a couple healing potions at the poor guy! What is the practicality in history? I don't know about you, but even as an eleven year old, I know I need to focus on classes that will be the most useful when looking for a job." Considering how Fay didn't know what the requirements were for any wizarding job, he shouldn't dig himself into this hole.
"I thought it was NEWTs that counted. But hey, I could be wrong." Fay was being smug, and he knew it. "You seem to be implying that by coming to Hogwarts, I have no future in the muggle world. How so? I can be a business owner. An artist. A freelance writer. I can take up programming and code for websites. I don't need a formal education to be happy. But, of course, you don't seem to think so."
He raised his eyebrows at that last comment. "Oh. So. I was right. The issue of blood status did lead to some jackass murdering people for no sane reason. I cannot appreciate how there had to be wars to decide I'm worthy for being alive. It's like telling a Jewish person that they're only alive because the Allies defeated the Axis powers: It's a really a*****e move."
Finally, Fay turned to the last kid who just spoke. "I have no idea what a 'mudblood' is, so no offense taken." At this point, the boy's throat was parched, and he was getting tired of being involved in a menial fight.
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Mephis Inferni
scurd
Yukina101
Red Hot Missy
Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 11:01 pm
They're gonna๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ซ ๐ฒ๐ญyour looks With all the๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฐin the books To make a๐ ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ท๐ข๐ซout of you
โโโโโโโโโโโ Where? History of Magic Who? Other First Year students. Thoughts?What is even going on in here? Why in the bloody hell hasn't the professor stopped this? It's getting dangerously out of control in here. โโโโโโโโโโโ
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Jack stared, dumbfounded at what the first of his fellow Slytherins did. He literally exploded for absolutely no reason, causing Jack to just stare absently. "How...er...articulate." Shaking his head, a Gryffindor girl thought that his fellows lack of self-control was some sort of blow to him by sounding off like a hound. 'Because I'm going to let the words of some mudblooded...blasts, muggleborn delinquent dictate how I feel about a subject. I'm getting frazzled, thinking of calling someone a mudblood. What in the nine hells, Jack?'
Another of his fellow Slytherins stood, it was as if no one in the class was actually listening to his words but instead just listening to the sound of his voice. "His blood status isn't important for practical magic, we all know that muggleborns have the same potential to be great witches and wizards as half-bloods and purebloods. The importance of the blood status is that, just as you said, we purebloods have been taught the history of magic since we've been able to read. The muggleborns haven't, they must feel like fish out of water being thrust into an entirely new situation in which they have no bearing. I'd feel the same way if I were born a Squib and had to live with muggles."
Jack choked a bit as the boy called the muggleborn a mudblood, aloud. "Woah...not cool." And then promptly apologized, eliciting a very lackluster response. Was the word fine to use? Apparently. Well, doubtful. They had no idea the absolute spite poured into the word by the purebloods. Not only that, his mind backtracked to what the boy was saying before. The Dark Lord? Was his family historically aligned with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? Well, that meant he was most certainly a pureblood like him.
And finally, the Ravenclaw boy decided to take up for himself as well. "I understand what you're trying to say, I think...you keep using words and phrases that I've never heard before. But none of you are actually listening to the majority of what I'm saying, you keep hanging on what you find to be insulting. Here's the dilemma. You think I'm being classist by calling you a muggleborn, which I'm not. It's the classification of wizard that you fall into as defined by our legal standards. Just as some may be known as half-bloods, or others like myself and him," he pointed to Arden, whom he did not know the name. "We're classified as pureblood and I'm sure that he as well as I can trace our magical lineage back several generations. But that's not important to the application of magic, more as a social standing in some circles. Many pureblood families have terrible bigotry ingrained upon them by centuries of distrust and hatred." He thought of his own, frowning slightly. His father wasn't all that bad, but he still felt that purebloods made for better witches and wizards.
Jack grumbled to himself for a moment before continuing, "History shows why wizards started like this, be it because they were afraid that the muggles were going to exterminate them, because they feared the numbers of the muggles, or simply because they felt they were superior because of their ability to wield magic."
"How do you think the knowledge was passed down for help the guy bleeding to death? Do you think someone just randomly says 'Heal!' and he will get up? No, because records kept by healers are passed down to the next generation and so on. Which is what history is. Magic is not all too much like the science the muggles use, new magic just isn't created every day."
Jack shook his head, "Business owner requires money and it isn't easy to get without either a life crushing debt or a good paying job beforehand, as well as knowledge on how to run it properly. You might learn that here, but I think the muggles might have a better curriculum for that. Artist, you can do that here...that's all personal skill. Same with a writer, but you cannot deny that formal education helps pave the way for such fields. And I have no idea what programming is or what spiders have to do with this conversation."
"Yes. The war was fought to prevent the muggles from being enslaved or worse, we wizards saved the muggles from dark wizards. It's fact, just as probably whatever you're saying about the Jewish people is too. Just because you don't like the answer doesn't make it any less true. I'm not trying to make enemies, unlike some of you. I just want you people to understand that history isn't just some class for you to sleep in, it holds great importance to our society." Jack sat down, embarrassed that he actually had to do some sort of apology. It wasn't a great one and most of them probably wouldn't get that, but he didn't care. He wanted to learn and was sick of the banter from the apathetic students. 'Why are you even here if you don't care? Go back to the muggle world...leave being a wizard to those of us that give a damn about our heritage and what it means to be a wizard.'
Monika was looking forward to History class. She loved all kinds of history. It was also a class for open discussions, which she enjoyed. Well, she liked to watch them, joining in every once in a while. Upon taking her seat, she opened her textbook and prepared to take notes. The question for the day seemed interesting. Why was it important to learn about history? Several things came to Monika's mind, from the simple learn from past mistakes answer to bettering the future based on previous decisions. As other students spoke up, she made it a point to write down everything they were saying. All of the points were fair, in her opinion. However, it didn't take long for a discussion to evolve into a debate and straight into a verbal war. What was she to do in this situation? She didn't want to speak up for fear of being attacked, but she didn't want to sit around and do nothing either. Moni figured that, despite everything she stood for, it was best for her to stay out of this one. She kept up her writing though, taking down every point made by her classmates. They might come in handy later, in case any of them were sent to the Headmaster's office and needed a documented report of the incident.
I am moving through the crowd. Trying to find myself. Feel like a guitar that's never played. Will someone strum away? And I ask myself, who do I wanna be? Do I wanna throw away the key? And invent a whole new me? And I tell myself, no one, no one. Don't wanna be no one but me.
Where am I? Class Who am I with? Classmates, Professor Powell What am I doing? Getting exasperated What am I thinking? And this might be the reason why everyone hates purebloods... What am I wearing?First Year Uniform โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
Arden sighed, thinking that James wasn't listening to what he had said. Not exactly. Pointing out the obvious gap in education as far as purebloods and muggleborns was still treating them differently, especially since he was still arguing against Fay's opinion on the matter. Just because they had differing opinions didn't mean that Jack had to immediately shove his opinion down Fay's mouth, especially since it seemed as though he was still insisting that Fay had to change his opinion immediately. He let his gaze settle over his house mate, wondering about the reasoning behind his arguments. Sure, it sounded like he was trying to educate his classmates on the importance of history, but it sounded condescending at the same time. Especially when James stated his last piece, which Arden found great offense to.
"And just because you know the answer doesn't mean that you have to sound like a condescending jerk either. Suggesting that anyone that disagrees with you, no matter how much they do, or suggesting that you're the only person that believes the way you do sounds like you're still not getting the point. The point is that he has his opinion, and you have yours, and lumping everyone into that same category, whether deserved or not, is still rude and completely why we're having this discussion in the first place. Actually, this has erupted into a full-scale argument, hasn't it? Honestly, even if I were to agree with you, and please, leave my blood status out of your argument, your very words would cause me to argue with you just because of the way you're stating your case. You don't use a killing curse to get rid of a gnat, you know." He rolled his eyes, thinking that he might want to avoid James if this was the response to everything he might say. This was about as bad as arguing with his parents about who he hung around. Granted, he managed to actually win that argument, but that still was an uphill battle.
Tell my mother, Tell my father I've done the best I can To make them realize This is my life I hope they understand I'm not angry, I'm just saying... Sometimes goodbye is a second chance
Status: -YEAR // First -AGE // 11 -APPAREL // Schooling Robes and his ever present cowlick at the back of his head. -ITEMS // Magical Wristwatch and schoolbag. -COMPANY // History of Magic Peers and Professor -RELATIONSHIP // School Friends -THINKING // "Who could not think that history is important?" -FEELING // Confident -LOCATION // History of magic classroom
XXXBenny's side was getting sore now from turning in his seat, and he thought about getting up to adjust his chair, but something told him to stay put. He didn't think himself a violent person, but by the way his knuckles were turing white from gripping the back of his chair, he knew that if he got up now he'd end up running over to one of these other kids and giving them a good throttling. Instead he swung his legs over the sides and sat so that at least he didn't have to strain his neck at this point. The ravenclaw and the muggleborn Slytherin were starting to come up with rebuttals that were really proving that they were wrong, and he started to smile. Not sarcastically really, but he found their points petty. However, he did feel humbled, and he looked down at his feet which barely touched the floor. At the mention of the awful Fuhrer, he had learned about him from stories that his Oma had told him, Benny couldn't help but clam up a little. He made a mental note to never speak his mother's tongue around this lot, and almost wanted to turn around and forget the argument. To top it off, when James mentioned his mother's house of Ravenclaw, his lips pressed together into a thin line. It was one of the houses he thought he would be sorted into, and now he was in Hufflepuff, and hated the idea of having a stigma about him that he barely knew about. It was when Arden mentioned the "mudblood" term, he looked incredulously at the Slytherin, and hoped that for the muggleborn's sake, that the other slytherin did get up and punch him, as he seemed so inclined to do. Especially being that most of his relatives had come from mixed wizarding and muggle lineages, he started to feel the fire boil back up inside of him.
Benny thought that his head would explode with rebuttals from all of this. He gathered his thoughts, and then found what he wanted to say. He didn't want to be rude, everyone had the right to voice their opinion, but when he heard what Arden had just said, he thought he might as well have heard that "nargles" were responsible for this argument. He couldn't help but cut in right after he finished.
'Oh please, he wasn't being condescending, and you're the one not getting the point here. Maybe he was a bit insensitive about it yes, but really, you lot are making much more of a fuss than this really has to be.' He paused and surveyed them all, but looked back at Arden, 'besides, he's not biased, he's speaking from a majority of people that, like me, feel like history is important to learn from, and has more than one application: In students that are muggleborn, it would be a good refresher for them, now that they're apart of our world, and probably don't even know about some of the things were talking about. Besides, Madam Granger, one of my favorite witches in our history book mind you, was muggle-born, and she was the brightest in her year!' He was rather impatient now that the conversation had taken such a detour from his original answer to the professor about learning from history.
Looking from peer to peer daring them to argue that point, he stopped at Fay and stared him straight in the eyes. 'Look, you prat. I don't think anyone is denying that those other subjects are important as well, but you can't seriously think that they aren't any more or less important than History, either yours or the wizarding communities. If anything, it still stands that it is the most important tool in our educational arsenal.' He let his words hang in the air for a moment, but wasted no time before continuing. 'James is right, you just proved it yourself. History brings us all of these things. First off and just like James said, if there really were an injured bloke here then we'd patch him up using medical knowledge gained from where? A historical document that has proven what the remedy to his ailment is. Not just because some bleeder made it up, but because it has been tested and proven, that's why it is in there in the first place!' He wasted no time, and rose out of his seat a little. 'Besides, for your future education whatever it is, you'll be learning from information gained over time and created into history itself. Years of information, and that's what will get you your OWLs, NEWTs, and whatever it is that muggle-folk use to get a job...if you decide to take a job in that world or this.'
He didn't take his eyes off the other students, but noticed that his feet had hooked on a support on the legs of the chair, and he had apparently pushed himself up a little into the air so that he could seem taller, without himself knowing it. He lowered slowly back into the chair, and noticed that the back of it was uncomfortably right under his chin. 'Dang, why am I still so short?!' he thought miserably.
His eyes finally landed on Wren, and he wondered why it was that the apathetic Slytherin had even bothered to join the living and at such ferocity, as he seemed so inclined to use unnecessarily foul words that not even he knew. But from several of the other students reactions, he figured that they were bad. It was always as his Oma had told him "Enkel, you will tell a man's knowledge from his speech. If he uses plain words, then so must be his noggin!"
'And you, sore git,' He said, addressing Wren, figuring that fire must be met with fire at this point, 'you probably hardly know the reason why I used the example of the trolls. But if you stopped being so rude, you might have found out that yes, Barnabas the Barmy did in fact get beaten, and you'd see that in your book if you weren't such a half wit mouth-spouter."
He concluded his rant, swore he met James' eyes but quickly looked away, his cheeks and top of his ears now the color of tomatoes.
((OOC: I love you all! Lol, such good banter rofl ))
spaceSebastian was doing a very, very good job of keeping out of the debate; his sister was a professor, and he didn't want any of the other staff members complaining to her about him causing problems in class. Besides, he wanted to be well-enough liked by the professors that, if he did get in trouble, they'd go easy on him, which generally meant behaving in class. So he'd sat, grinding his teeth, silently taking notes on who in his year apparently was a jerk that he did not want to associate with. He mostly wanted to make sure he had a complete story to tell Balder later, since the Hufflepuff wasn't bloody here (and where the heck was he, anyway?)
spaceBut then, Benny had to mouth off. Sebastian was almost ashamed of his cousin, of the things he was saying. Their mothers would be, too. Actually, Benny was very lucky he wasn't a tattletale, because Oma would tear him a new one for an outburst like that in class. She'd have said, if he felt so strongly he just had to speak, he should've waited. This was a classroom, a place for learning, and none of them were old enough or educated enough to debate this properly. The Gryffindor boy, unlike his relative, didn't stand. He leaned back in his chair, glaring at his cousin."Benny, shut. Up,"he bit out, clearly annoyed."You think Fay's being a prat? Just because you disagree with his opinion doesn't mean he's being a prat. Unlike other people, he's the only one involved in this whole stupid debate who didn't resort to hurling insults and acting superior. Including you. I 'unno about the others, but I know you should know better. You were taught manners."He crossed his arms, glancing at Jack."Just because I might agree that history is important, that doesn't mean Jack's 'speaking for me.' He wasn't 'insensitive,' he was rude and insulting and he was the one being condescending more than anyone else in here. And just because I might disagree with Fay's opinion, that doesn't mean I think he doesn't have valid points. And it certainly doesn't mean I have to hurl insults in his face."
spaceThe blonde boy twitched. He was extremely upset, extremely disappointed in Benny. And in Jack, as well, because frankly, the version he'd spoke of how he felt about the Slytherin's words was the polite version. Because unlike apparently everyone else in here, he did in fact have a polite version."If you guys want to act like you're educated enough to debate, you should at least make an effort to be mature enough to do it, too. Meaning you don't resort to hurling insults."Ugh, he was in so much trouble. Detentions all around, he figured. Ada'd told him that was normal for first year History of Magic, apparently Professor Powell may as well hand out the detention slips as they walked in the door. But he'd been trying to stay out of it, until his cousin had to be stupid and make him snap. He'd have to apologize to the man later. He hadn't meant to get involved. He hadn't wanted to. But Benny just had to stick his nose in it... idiot.
Status: -YEAR // First -AGE // 11 -APPAREL // Schooling Robes and his ever present cowlick at the back of his head. -ITEMS // Magical Wristwatch and schoolbag. -COMPANY // History of Magic Peers and Professor -RELATIONSHIP // School Friends -THINKING // "Who could not think that history is important?" -FEELING // Confident -LOCATION // History of magic classroom
XXXIt was a great slap in the face, and all that Benjamin could do was stare blankly at Sebastian. He hadn't really noticed him there all class, but it was probably because he was so quite, and now that he took in his presence he half wondered why he wasn't backing him up at all. He felt like he couldn't have been any more betrayed, and while true enough he didn't need to insert himself into the debate or lower himself to using insults, he had come to think that they were very close by now, and felt that Bas should have known his disposition well enough.
'No Bas, I've never just shut up, and I won't ever, either. At least not because you say so.' He said dumbfounded to his cousin. He looked Sebastian over from where he sat, expecting at any moment for him to shout "joking!", but when it didn't come, he stopped at his eyes and then said through a grin, 'but of course you're right, manners before anything'. The grin dropped and he glanced at the other students feeling like a scalded hound.
He knew of course that his other cousin Ada was a professor at Hogwarts, and it only dawned on him at that moment that his participation in the shouting match might negatively affect him, his cousin, and his big family that were so closely connected to the school. His eyes widened a bit, as the thought of him getting a detention in his first week at school got around to his mother. He wondered about it all, and it almost made his breath shudder, until he concluded that his father might have backed him up, and he sat a little bit taller in his seat. After all, what had he done? He had answered the professor, a student backed up his answer, and then another one contradicted him, and he defended his answer when the git got feisty about it. He had even used the story about the trolls, and considered their points of views and spoke after they had let out their bouts. He was feeling the worst kind of shame as he felt his cousins metaphorical handprint on his face, until that thought of his actions occurred to him, and even the flushing receded as he thought more about it. He had been brave, he had defended his own. He looked back to his cousin and decided that he would brace for whatever repercussions might come his way, he would just hold his head proudly, and hope detentions weren't as bad as he had been told.
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Jack sighed, listening to everyone's words. Even Sebastian piped in, and of course, against him. His only ally was Benny, harbinger of Barnabas...which really wasn't so bad, he thought he might be able to get along with him. But he knew he had to do something before everyone started brawling like muggles and that wouldn't be good. Jack might not know how to fight like they did, but he was exceptionally strong for his age thanks to his rigorous morning workouts for quidditch the next year. But he definitely didn't want it to come to that, his father would send him a howler for sure. And that was more terrifying than anything else that could happen to him here at school.
He stood, bowing his head before the class and spoke quietly. "Sebastian made a great point. I want to be the first to apologize, as I was the one who initiated this vicious cycle. Not only have I agitated the entire class into more than just a debate, but I haven't managed to convince anyone the importance of learning History."
He turned to Benny, nodding. "Thank you for trying to stick up for me, but we've went about this entire thing the wrong way. Instead of showing those who were raised differently the importance of what we already know, we've instead ostracized them. We failed."
His face was burning up at this point, he was boiling inside from guilt and shame. Shame, of all things! He realized that he went about everything the wrong way and silently wished he knew what could be said to convince them. But it was time to throw in the towel. "I'm not sure how to make any of this better, I've never been good with people. But I am sorry, most especially to you." He pointed towards Fay, since he never caught his name. "While I didn't quite understand half the things you were using as counters to History, I was being insensitive. I wasn't trying to hold blood status as the reason why history was important, but I'm sure it sounded that way. What matters most is ability and you seem to have an exceptional mind, I take back what I said about you being sorted into Ravenclaw."
Jack turned to the professor, bowing his head lower. "I'm sorry Professor Powell, this whole mess was started because I'm a git that seemingly doesn't understand how to communicate properly. I will, humbly, accept whatever punishment you feel is right for this transgression and ask that you do not punish my fellow students as well. I started this and they were merely reacting on my bad manners. My father would flay me alive if he knew about my actions here today."
Jack's wand hummed in his pocket at the tumultuous emotions running through him. The hazel wood wand thrummed in seeming agitation as it discharged with the sound of a gunshot, launching the unknowing Jack against the wall. A loud thunk followed as Jack's head recoiled from the collision, slumping down towards his chest.
Grayson sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he heard the start of another argument. However, his brows furrowed as he listened to the conversation, and then he had to rub his forehead when the topic came to blood status and what happened in the last wizarding war. While no, he hadn't been a participant of it, he did recall with clarity the fact that he'd not been able to attend Hogwarts during what would have been his first year. Instead, he'd had to wait until after the war that he didn't even know existed, and only learned about in history books. It might be one of the reasons why he was such a sucker for history, but still, that didn't excuse someone for rubbing it in someone else's face that they could have been in Azkaban or worse. The swearing by another student didn't help matters either, and he frowned, looking at his list of students as he looked over the class. Then to top it all off, he was counting not one, not two, not even three, but six different people involved in the argument. Two of which he was certain were relatives of one of the staff members. Perhaps more. Suddenly he was offering up a prayer to any deity listening that Joel, while he wasn't a history enthusiast like Grayson was, had never started an argument because of it.
The straw that broke the camel's back came when he heard a wand backfire right after James apologized, and He looked around the room, frowning. James was against the wall unconscious, while he had five other boys who were quite livid, or close to it, involved in this whole debacle."All right, enough! First of all, this was a discussion about why people think history is important, and ironically Mister Umber brought up a good point. Perhaps without meaning to, but he did. Why learn history at all if we don't learn from it? That is a perspective on history that is quite valid, whether those who were offended liked to admit it or not."He strode quickly over to the wall where the Rich kid was lying. Checking him over, he nodded to himself, certain the kid wasn't in immediate danger, but knowing he needed the Hospital Wing at least."Mister Rich also had a point, because not knowing where anything comes from does no one any favours and encourages the belief that everything exists in a vacuum. However, that does not condone throwing the fact that someone could have died if history had been different nor does it condone swearing or calling individuals various insults. I appreciate Mister... Strudwick apologizing for his slip, however, this is a place of learning, not to exchange hate speech."
He straightened, a frown marring his features as he studied his students."As it stands, I am going to have to take ten points from each participating individual in this argument, as well as a night of detention, in my office, Thursday evening. This includes Mister Umber, Mister Rich, Mister Argall, Mister Strudwick, Mister Bates, and Mister Blythe. While yes, some of you tried to stop the argument, you decided to contribute to it nonetheless. The next time you wish to conduct a debate about something of this nature, then you may either do it outside of this classroom, or during a time designated during class. As it stands, class is dismissed as I have to take Mister Rich up to the Hospital Wing. I suggest you read up on the chapter of Hogwarts for next lesson, as that is the topic we will be discussing next lesson."Finished doling out the punishments (and he really needed to get people to stop this arguing in his classroom), he blinked, patted himself down to try and find his wand, only to sigh and lift the kid up himself. It was his class, and he might as well take him up to the wing himself.
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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.
Professor Powell
History Of Hogwarts
"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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Fianna Grey Gryffindor โ First Year โ Eleven Years Old โ Single
Fianna was actually almost afraid to set foot in the class today. Their last lesson erupted in a loud argument, and Jack's wand spontaneously exploding. The latter bit made the girl look at her own wand with a bit of suspicion, wondering if it too might decide to attack her. Her cousin told her that the arguments in history class were seemingly a bit of a tradition, as every First Year history class seemed to devolve into a scrum. She also mentioned that people only learned from history the hard way, with wisdom coming drop by drop from the accumulated toll of suffering which humanity gleefully inflicted upon itself.
The little red-haired First Year calmed down a bit when the history lesson actually started, and she asked, when the chance presented itself, "Um, Professor, why did the Founders select this place for the school? Was the castle already here, or did they have it built?"
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