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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 6:37 am
We're going at it tonight, tonight
There's a party on the rooftop top of the world
Tonight, tonight and we're dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign
I don't know if I'll make it but watch how good I'll fake it
It's all right, all right, tonight, tonightπ°lizabeth β πurke  ππ¦π―π°π± ππ’ππ―, ππ―πΆπ£π£π¦π«π‘π¬π―
Ugh, her mind toiled with dreary notes, βhistory. She shook her head as she pushed open the door and glanced at the few students already in attendance, all of which, were girls. It put a sour taste on her tongue as she swept within the classroom, her heels barely gracing the ground, seemingly gliding on air. She swept within the room, a glowing bundle of fire waiting to ignite with purpose as she bounced happily to a seat, after all, if this class wasnβt magic practice, it didnβt mean she couldnβt fiddle with her wand. The long instrument of redwood and dragon heartstring felt so warm and welcoming to the touch, but at the notion to put away their wandsβwellβshe pouted indefinitely. She had come to love her wand over this small period of time, and, had come to feel rather defenseless without it.
When the question arose, and two girls had already spurred their hands into the air, Cersei didnβt bother to compete. Her chin was resting peacefully in the palm of her hand while her distant thoughts travelled to the students she would be spending her next seven years with.
β« My voice---βͺHalf Witch-Half Veela------ β« History Class----------βͺ with the First Years--------------β¬ βͺ β« βͺ
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 7:46 am
Edward Galde Half-Blood/FirstYear/Hufflepuff Edward sat silently and listened to the professor speak. His hand shot up, awkwardly as he heard the question. He wanted to take a chance. The question was easy enough. So he wasn't worried about failure this time. He thought that this could be a good way to show he wasn't just a nervous, awkward kid, and that he actually knew something useful.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 12:51 pm
 Angela Uriah StrongYet to stumble into any class awkwardly, Angela entered what she hoped was her history class. Filled with young minds much like her, she knew it would be History of Magic. Of course it was, Angela didn't get lost. She just didn't. At least, not yet anyway.
A seat in the back of the class was almost a must, for this was history, and history was conducing to sleep, certainly. A gaze swept over the students, knowing that wherever she picked today, it would most likely be where she sat for the rest of the year. Creatures of habit, after all. Angela picked the table closest to the door, on the right side, and looked up, expecting nothing of interest. History had always been particularly boring, no matter how old she was, and even now, history would be the class she would fall asleep in. Yeah. Totally.
A quick look around the room showed Angela how much she knew about the class. Sparrow's here, good good, at least one friendly face, though after that spell I'm not sure how friendly she'd be to me. That's girl there... um... I don't know here. Oh, yeah, isn't that the girl from flying... and that guy over there, yeah, I don't know him.
Powell. Like that one person. What? No wand work? That sucks. History is a boring boring thing. Ugh. Angela almost sighed audibly, but stopped herself seconds before she could and focused her attention on the Professor. She wonder, only for a second, if he was like Indiana Jones, those American movies she had once seen. Maybe. Maybe not. Angela knew why history was important from the moment the words came out of the Professor's mouth, but she wouldn't raise her hand. She refused. She wouldn't. I'm here because I can't help it. Because I want you....
Time: To become defiant.
Location: History.
Status: Sleepy.
Year: One.
House: Ravenclaw
...but you only want the guys who aren't me.
Hey, wanna know stuff about Angela?
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 8:02 pm
β Cameron Rowley β
First Year: Unsorted If I Was Your Boyfriend..I'd never let you go.Cameron strutted into the classroom behind several students. He recognized the girl with front bangs and brown hair to be Elizabeth. "Hey, Cersei," he said as he walked up to the first year girl, indicating he wanted to sit with her. When more students finally showed up, the professor spoke. Cameron didn't bother even trying to figure out why history needed to be learned; however, there had to be several important reason for it. Even though the boy was bummed that he wasn't going to be using his wand this class, he knew this was the class where he would find out all of Hogwarts' secrets from the past. wearing
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 8:33 pm
Adalaide BlytheHufflepuff // First Year // History Classroom // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // Edward and other First YearsCURRENTLY FEELING // InterestedCURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, I wonder if he has a specific answer in mind...'βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ 
Adalaide entered the class quietly, not overly excited for this lesson per say, but certainly not dreading it. She found history to be quite interesting, to be honest, something she was sure her fellow first years weren't likely to agree with. Still, this was a lesson in which there was no practical, there was only a lecture, which she was more than happy about. She wasn't overly happy about her prospects in her practical classes, at least not the ones involving wand work. So, the fact that, in this lesson, all she really needed to do was listen, was incredibly relaxing to her, taking a lot of pressure off her shoulders. She spotted Edward when she entered, and, as Michelle hadn't arrived yet, went to sit next to him, offering a small smile and a quiet "Hello," before taking out some parchment and a quill. She wrote down at the top of her page in big letters 'Why is History Important,' then tapped her chin with the feather of her quill, thinking. Why was it important? Not only because it shaped the world, as the professor had said, but also because we could learn from the mistakes of others. She raised her hand with that thought in mind, aware that there were already a couple of others who were waiting to be called on, but hoping they would say something different than her, and that she could get called on as well. In her mind, she had only two, possibly three, classes she could earn house points in, and one of them was History. She was determined to make her father proud, not by being in the same house as him, but by honoring her own. And the best way to do that, at least now, was to earn those points.
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Damien entered the History classroom with a faint smile on his face, and inclined his head to the professor as he made his way to a desk. Of all the lessons, this was one which he was most looking forward to. The wandwork would, of course, come naturally to him, as he was from such a noble line, potions was as simple as following the instructions, and the other lessons were pointless ones, things so far beneath him that he only endured them because it was required. But this lesson, this was one in which he could learn. History was, of course, one of the most important things any person could dedicate their time to. When the professor asked, he raised his hand in a swift, imperious gesture. There were three other hands raised, one of which was Adalaide's, he noted with a sneer, but no matter. He doubted if any of them were smart enough to know why history was truly important. History was important because it showed people who they were, what they came from, and what was expected of them. Of course he was expected to make top marks, it was only right for him to do so, given his lineage. The Blythe girl, on the other hand, would have expectations far lower, as her blood was tainted. History showed people just what they had to live up to. His family went back as far as magical lineages could be traced, and every generation had produced people worth remembering. He was certain that there weren't many others here who could say the same. This lineage, this history, was important because it meant that he was destined for great things.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 8:40 pm
Iβm impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo
Iβm at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and soul
I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead
And if I ever had to do it, well, you know I wouldnβt care  Status: Single
Pureblood Nell wasn't exactly bouncing on the balls of her feet but nor was she yet dreading History. She knew, intellectually, it was something all needed to learn during their school years, but also felt like yawning at the very sound of it. But still she made her way to the classroom and began to look for a place to sit and found a boy from Slytherin sitting by himself and decided, for the sake of unity, to go join him. Giving a grin she motioned to the empty seat beside him before asking, "Mind if I join you?" What I'm wearing: First day
Who's she with: Other first years
Location: History classroom
Thoughts:So sleepy all of a sudden...
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 9:20 am
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Boredom had already crept within him at the instance he had stepped upon the landing of the History of Magic classroom. Scanning the room, he saw a few faces he recognized, though none he had truly gotten to know. Thrashing his tongue against his teeth, Dominic lingered in his steps as he decided where to sit. Close to the center, that was for sure, beside him, there was Damien he had met in Defense against the Dark Arts, and a Hufflepuff girl he had sat beside in Charms. Leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed behind his head and a lethargic smile playing at his lips and dimples at his cheeks, he watched on in idle amusement at the answers the students would give. History was important for more than one reason, it was obvious, and likely, everyone would be right. But history, to him, had its own reason for existenceβ¦
As a proverbial cheat sheet. To know past failures will pave the way for tomorrows success.
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History Class
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 3:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 4:00 pm
Caitlin walked into the classroom and took a seat in the back. It's not that she was hiding or that she didn't like history, but she felt more at home not being the center of attention. Caitlin pulled out a quill and some parchment and prepared to take notes. She read the rules, then looked up at her classmates as some raised their hands to answer the question asked. Caitlin sighed, not knowing much wizarding history.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 5:16 pm
We're going at it tonight, tonight
There's a party on the rooftop top of the world
Tonight, tonight and we're dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign
I don't know if I'll make it but watch how good I'll fake it
It's all right, all right, tonight, tonightπ°lizabeth β πurke ππ¦π―π°π± ππ’ππ―, ππ―πΆπ£π£π¦π«π‘π¬π―
Running her fingers through amber hair, a soft hum danced on her lips in her jovial mood. An ink dipped quill scribbled hastily on parchment as she noticed a lithe, sweeping figure approach her and slip into the desk beside herwith ease. Lilac eyes veered up from her page, only a few scarce words were written there before she decidedly dropped her quill to focus her attention upon Cameron.
"Heya Cam, how are you today?" Cersei greeted, a soft wrinkle on her button nose and a tantalizing warm smile on her veela lips. With the commotion of a new school, a new world, she couldn't help but notice how everyone seemed to forget the little things... like a simple how are you?
β« My voice---βͺHalf Witch-Half Veela------ β« History Class----------βͺ with Cameron--------------β¬ βͺ β« βͺ
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 5:22 pm
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Keith entered the classroom and sat down, As the teacher spoke up on why history was required learning he sighed. I can already tell This class will be boring. He thought as he looked at the Professor. "This sounds boring." he muttered softly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 5:31 pm
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Sean sat beside his twin as he took notes on the Professor's words. "Oh Keith, it actually looks really interesting." he whispered to his twin. He really needs to learn to become interested in this stuff. he thought as he looked back at the professor.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 9:36 pm
Damien EdgeworthSlytherin // First Year // History Classroom // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // First YearsCURRENTLY FEELING // InterestedCURRENTLY THINKING // 'Why would she bother to speak to me?'βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ
Damien fought not to wrinkle his nose at the Hufflepuff girl who'd spoken to him. She was a Hufflepuff, the lowest house on the totem pole. The house with no discernible talents or skills. And the house most likely to be full of mudbloods. Because of her house, he had no way of knowing what her blood status was. He had no way of knowing whether or not offending her would be acceptable or something he would regret. Part of him wanted to go ahead and just insult the girl, let her know that he had no interest in speaking with her, but there was always a chance, slim though it might be, that she was from an important family, and therefore someone he must remain in the good graces of. So, instead of offending the girl, he merely schooled his expression, kept it as cool and aloof as possible, and nodded gently. "I don't see why not," he said coldly, hoping that his demeanor might chase her off, unlikely though that might be.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 10:30 pm
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Dhylan entered the classroom and sat at a desk near the center of the room. He prepared to take notes when the professor asked a question of them. He thought for a moment, before raising his hand. He wasn't sure if his answer would satisfy the professor, but it made sense in his own mind, and that was good enough for him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 10:45 pm
β Cameron Rowley β
First Year: UnsortedIf I Was Your Boyfriend..I'd never let you go.Cameron offered a tired smile to Cersei. "I'm alright. Pretty tired, actually," he said before a yawn took over his mouth. "How have you been lately?" The two have only spoken a handful of times so far, but it was only the first week of school. Hopefully, they would speak more frequently as the year progressed. wearing
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