Sophia Crawford
Gryffindor Prefect
Seventh Year
fearless[on:On.][of:Off.]
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Post by Sophia Crawford on Nov 15, 2008 14:59:19 GMT -5
Strolling through the hallways, Sophia made her way to her History of Magic Class as scheduled. She was looking forward to this class, as she was to all of them. She was thrilled to learn more about the origins of magic and of witches and wizards who had gone before her. As she got closer, she saw Celina Jednyak, a fellow Seventh Year. The girl seemed so conflicted, like there was some unknown internal struggle going on inside her. The two had never really met, and now didn't seem like the proper time. She hoped that someone who knew her would come along soon. Although she was always ready to help, it seemed like there were inappropriate times to do so.
"Whaaa..." Sophia neared the doorway and put a hand to her head. Why were there so many younger students? When had classes become intermixed? It was a concept that was confusing her immensely. She looked at the professor, the one who had been the cause of a rather interesting lesson last year, and wondered why he had decided on this type of class today. "Hello there, Professor," she said in a friendly tone. She genuinely liked him and had nothing against him like so many of her classmates. She was never sure why so many of them seemed to despise the man. He was only a professor, and an okay one at that.
Spying Delilah, Sophia rushed toward her and sat down. "Hey. What's going on?" She looked around the room again and saw a familiar face or two before completely relaxing. Maybe stress was getting to her already. A class this big shouldn't be that hard to handle.
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Delilah Morine
Head Girl
Slytherin Seventh Year
i wish you well on this trip to find yourself
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Post by Delilah Morine on Nov 15, 2008 15:15:30 GMT -5
Delilah had looked down at the journal on her desk after smiling at Celina, and started flipping through it, not really interested, but seeing as the Ravenclaw girl seemed stuck in mid-step, Delilah really had nothing else to do. Her thoughts though, were interupted when a rather perturbed looking Sophia sat down next to her. "What's going on?" She asked. Delilah shrugged, uninterested, and uncaring. Not about Sophia, but the lesson of course. "Hey. Don't ask me, I'd rather sit on chairs than on these things." Delilah said, gesturing to the stumps both of the older girls were sitting on.
Delilah had lacked to notice earlier, but now she saw that this classroom, was going to fill up, and fast. She doubted the Professor could really handle everything from pre-teen, to pubescent teens, to the older kids who couldn't give a damn what he said or did. She sighed, knowing that if things would go out of control, she would be called upon to help. Yay. Delilah looked around and noticed a few of the younger Slytherin girls eyes light up, surely they were thinking things that wouldn't help the Professor in this class. "You ready for a party?" Delilah asked Sophia, raising an eyebrow, with slight worry on her face.
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Post by jacquelynchaput on Nov 15, 2008 15:49:07 GMT -5
Being in the fifth year meant that there were these big tests at the end of it that basically told you if you could go on in the magical school. Jax wasn't worried. Actually, she felt as if she already aced them. But there were other things that were on her mind, and this class... booorrring... seriously, was not one of them. And having it with every year? Definitely not her piece of cake. Especially, when she had thought she'd seen the last of having any classes with Celina Jedynak. It was bad enough they were in the same house, and there in the doorway, of course, was the 'miss popularity' herself. Jax rolled her eyes and as she walked into, purposely jabbed at the girl with her elbow and sneering.
"Watch it, Jedynak. Some people actually are going in the classroom," Jax chuckled to herself and glared at the girl one last time before taking a seat near some people she didn't know too well. She didn't care if the girl had any explanation in the world... two years ago was still brilliant in the young blonds mind. How could everyone just go back to trusting and liking her so easily? As if she had done Felicity a favor, rather than almost dishing her to the enemy. Jax crossed her arms at her desk, after quickly doing as the board said to do. She leaned back in her chair, and looked at a page with people giving up their comrades and shook her head. It happened all the time... she was sure these people didn't get off so easily.
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Connor Manning
Head Boy
Slytherin Seventh Year Quidditch Captain
something in the way
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Post by Connor Manning on Nov 15, 2008 17:14:34 GMT -5
" One to seven? " Connor muttered under his breath, his tone rather inquisitive as he wondered just how the History of Magic class was going to be run. Being a part of the ' top group ' that included all sixth and seventh years, Connor seemed a little bit doubtful that this would work out as Griffiths intended it to. He shrugged his shoulders though, not willing to say anything about it for the time being.
He entered into the room more, looking at the groups of people that had already gathered. He spotted Sophia and Delilah, and Matty as well. Closer to the entrance, however, was Celina. Whereas last year Connor would have taken comfort in seeing the girl, this year... was slightly hazy at best. She had changed, there was no doubt, and Connor was left in the dark for the most part. His soft hazel eyes watched the exchange between Celina and Jax, quirking his head to the side. He touched Celina's arm slightly, letting her know that he was standing there. " It's a bit of a madhouse in here, don't you think? Griffiths has got to be off his rocker to have all of us in here at the same time. " He offered a small smile.
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Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Nov 15, 2008 19:45:16 GMT -5
Xander shook his head and gave up with Jeremy, then he stood up and noticed that the classroom was quickly filling up. He smiled at some familiar faces, then he waved his wand and a few more desks and chairs appeared. He noticed that one slytherin had changed their chair back, so he flicked his wand and changed it back into a stump. "Anyone who changes anything here will earn the first few decreases in their house points." he said, loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Now, open your journals in the middle and say Celtic Druids. You might not want to put your face close to the journal. This time, we are not dealing with projections. Druids, life size will come out of those. That is why I changed the look of the whole classroom, each will tell you their story. Some may even leave something of importance, so tell me when you have been given something." Explained Xander, as he walked back to the front of the class. "The Druids will go back to the book when they have finished telling you the story, I will ask you questions after it." he added.
Xander sat down on his chair and looked at his notes, he had prepared those especially for this lesson. five of those journals had something in them that the clone druids will give to the students. A pipe, a leaf, a flute, and 2 druid carvings. If this didn't work, he'll really go back to good old tell them the story until your voice is hoarse, but they still don't understand and just fail them... Well... maybe except some.
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Claire Desrosiers
Slytherin
Third Year
Everyone is entitled to be stupid, but some abuse the privilege.[on:Behind you!][of:Leave a message]
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Post by Claire Desrosiers on Nov 15, 2008 20:55:19 GMT -5
Claire turned at the sound of her name by a voice she knew quite well. "Hey Trixi, I was wondering when you were going to show up." she smiled. "Can you believe this, it looks like our teacher is going to cram everybody into this room. Ya think it will work?" This was definatly going to be a strange class with so many older people inside but then again it could also be entertaining. Claire had yet to write her name on the journal thing and was thinking about doing so until a small glint caught her eye.
Trixi didn't bother writing her name either, instead she was looking at it with a familiar expression. "Do I take it that you are thinking about something Trixi?"
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Nov 16, 2008 0:38:04 GMT -5
Before Jeremy even had a chance to stutter out a response, the man turned away and focused on the older and obviously more talented students in the class. Jeremy had been a little surprised the man had even come up to him and had been certain he was about to get in huge trouble for being a brainless lump, but when the man went back to business as usual, ignoring the useless Ravenclaw, Jeremy returned to his standard History activities as well. He was alone once again and could read his book in peace.
He thought the stump was quite uncomfortable, but had heard the man's warnings, both about the stumps and the figures that would soon be moving about the room. Jeremy decided it was safer to leave his seat and find a corner to sit in, so he slipped away from his spot and moved to the edge of the area. Feeling secure that he was out of the way, he slumped into his new found spot and opened his book once more to scan the pages, secretly keeping an eye on the door in the hopes of seeing a flash of red.
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Lachlan McCormick
Hufflepuff Prefect
Sixth Year
`just run the red light, run it.
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Post by Lachlan McCormick on Nov 16, 2008 1:21:28 GMT -5
"Just like any other day at Hogwarts" Lachlan breathed, almost tripping over himself as he sprinted down a corridor in the direction of his History of Magic Classroom. Lach was late yet again for another one of his classes and he was starting to make a terrible habbit of it. The boy had promised himself that this year things would be different. He would at least attempt to be on time and not run late for every class but so far, things hadn't really gone to plan.
Stumbling into the round classroom, Lach tried best to straighten out his crumpled robes which, only minutes ago, had been pulled from his trunk. He ran his fingers through his matted blond hair and took a deep breath in. Class had already began. "Crap" Lachlan whispered to himself. Trying his best not to draw attention to himself, Lachlan grabbed a journal as he slipped into a seat near his friend Matty in the second last row. "Hey" the boy whispered with a small smile.
Turning to the first page, Lachlan carefully wrote his name before flicking through the rest of the blank pages. The boy wondered what this lesson would have in stall for him.
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Celina Jedynak
Ravenclaw
Seventh year
Because it just took time, before a bird's wings could heal again.
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Post by Celina Jedynak on Nov 16, 2008 8:01:19 GMT -5
Celina felt Jax's hard jab and as she looked at the girl all she could see was the previous years before. If she had known or acted then as she did now, none of that would have happened. It weighed heavily on the girl's heart, because Celina knew exactly why Jax was like the way she was toward her. She was scared. Scared that Celina would up and turn around again and take all of what it was out on all of them; her and Celina's other friends included. Had Jax really not seen the changes she'd made? Celina felt that she was much better than that now... wasn't she?
Lost in her own thoughts and conclusions, a slight pressure was felt at her arm and usually where Ceilna would have jumped or have been startled in any way, she wasn't. Turning her head, her brown orbs met up with a familiar set of hazel ones and she couldn't help but smile back at the small smile that was given. Connor Manning, though their relationship had once again been stretched and complicated by outside events, was still someone that Celina held deeply within her heart. It was fear of her father that kept that hidden however, as nothing more than friendship and trust between connections. No one ever said her connections had to purely be female.
"Indeed, it's rather crazy. I'm not sure if I can handle being around so many and focus on what we need to learn for the Newt's. Does this even seem plausible?" Celina asked Connor, being spoken to first which told her that she of course could speak back. In the Ravenclaw's mind, it was not, for how could they all learn the same thing and get out of it the same amount of information needed for a test of a caliber as high as the Newts? It wasn't realistic. "Connor," Celina said softly, as if she were nervous of anyone hearing. "I don't mean to question Professor Griffiths ways, but..." she stopped, knowing that anymore said could be disastrous, especially if she were heard. Instead she just looked back from the room and to Connor again, hoping he'd understand what she meant to say, but couldn't say out loud.
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Sophia Crawford
Gryffindor Prefect
Seventh Year
fearless[on:On.][of:Off.]
Posts: 257
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Post by Sophia Crawford on Nov 16, 2008 17:50:52 GMT -5
"Real life Druids? Awesome!" Sophia's eyes lit up at the prospect of speaking to an age-old creature who could tell her a fantastic story of ancient magic. She propped open her journal and took a deep breath. This was possibly the most exciting lesson she'd had so far. She fixed her hair so as to make a good first impression, and smoothed out her robe.
"CELTIC DRUIDS!" She said firmly. All of a sudden her journal began to shake slightly, and emitted a bright white light. A beautiful woman sprang up before her eyes, and sooner than Sophia could say, she was sitting atop her desktop, the book in her arms. She wore a deep purple cloak, heavily embroidered with gold. Sophia heard a metallic clink and saw that the woman had a sword at her side. Her heart started pounding. The woman had pale ivory skin and dark hair and eyes. She had a fierce gaze and was staring at her. Sophia sat in her seat, madly intimidated.
"He...hello there. I'm Sophia."
The woman sat regally and tossed her long hair. "I am Aoife."
Yes, this would definitely be an interesting lesson.
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Delilah Morine
Head Girl
Slytherin Seventh Year
i wish you well on this trip to find yourself
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Post by Delilah Morine on Nov 16, 2008 18:26:41 GMT -5
Delilah eyed Sohpia suspiciously. What was so great about this? Delilah was starting to see why the Professor had put everyone together like this for this lesson... maybe it really wasn't up to her to decide if a professor was good enough or not. Delilah watch as Sophia eagerly spoke into her journal, and a woman popped up onto her desk. Delilah's eyes grew wide in amazement, as the rather fierce looking woman glared at Sophia. Delilah grinned and opened her own journal, these Celtic's seemed interesting, and now Sophia's eagerness had rubbed off on her.
"Celtic Druids!" Delilah said loudly, as her own journal began to shake. It also started to glow with a brilliant white light. Suddenly, a rather older looking man was standing upon the desk, while the journal lay at his feet. Delilah fixed her eyes upon his plain black robe, a hood over his head, a long stick in hand. The stick was pretty well as large as the man. Delilah tried her best not to gape at the man that was now staring down at her. His eyes weren't as scary, but then again that might have been because he was rather old.
Compared to the Celtic on Sophia's desk, he looked to be of poorer stature. "Where am I?" He spoke in a deep voice. Delilah forced a grin, he seemed harmless enough, "Welcome to Hogwarts, I'm Delilah..." She offered, standing up to offer him a nod of her head. He seemed to welcome this and hoped off her desk and onto the floor, not seeming to notice anyone but her. "Plato." He said, also nodding his head.
This could be fun.
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Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Nov 18, 2008 5:30:47 GMT -5
Xander watched his students slowly, his eyes were darting from a lonely journal and a lonely boy in a corner from time to time, though. He watched a druid princess, and the druid elder come out... but he was still more or less looking at Jeremy and then the journal that he knew contained one of the young druids, probably the young prince.
Xander stood up after a few more increasingly frustrating minutes, and he started walking to the back. "Good morning Elder Plato, Good morning your highness." he said, greeting the old man and the young princess. He went to the table that Jeremy had abandoned and took the blue journal.
Xander then walked over to the corner where the lonely third year was, he sat down next to the boy and said "Jeremy, I want you to say the words 'Celtic Druid' and watch a small prince just like you come out of here. I want you to listen to him, and maybe even make friends with him. I don't want to see you left out here, I'll stay close to you the whole lesson if I have to." said Xander gently, not wanting to scare the boy off or something.
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Sophia Crawford
Gryffindor Prefect
Seventh Year
fearless[on:On.][of:Off.]
Posts: 257
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Post by Sophia Crawford on Nov 18, 2008 16:20:58 GMT -5
"Good morning your highness."
Sophia was taken aback as Professor Griffiths passed her desk. Your Highness? Like...like royalty? They let princesses and queens have swords?? Her mind was so confused, so utterly lost in the fact that she had a Druid princess on her desk. The woman hopped off of the desk carefully and surveyed the classroom with her dark eyes, her hand never leaving the handle of the sword.
"You." She icily pointed at Sophia and strode toward her, the cloak billowing behind her. "Where am I? What is the meaning of this sorcery?"
"Well, Your Highness, you are in a classroom, and you're supposed to tell me your life story so that I may pass this class unharmed in any way." Her voice trailed off at the end, terrified of this Aoife. She awaited one of two things: an answer, or the sharp point of a blade.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Nov 22, 2008 1:28:20 GMT -5
Jeremy had just gotten himself comfortable... or as comfortable as you could be sitting on the ground in a faux-forest glen... trying to lose himself in his book, when the man came back and sat next to him. He jumped slightly and snapped his book shut, knowing he had done something wrong. So he was in trouble after all.
He looked over at the man, eyes wide with worry, knowing he really didn't want to use that journal, but fearing the ramifications if he didn't follow directions. I'll stay close to you the whole lesson if I have to Well, there was a threat if he ever heard one. "N..n..no thank you?" he answered tentatively, really really really not caring for the journals. All the small boy would hope for was that someone else would divert the man's attention.
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Alexander Griffiths
Hogwarts Staff
Professor History of Magic
...Angels guide me, but fate plays with me...[on:Color][of:Black and white]
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on Nov 22, 2008 3:28:49 GMT -5
Xander sighed, then he opened the journal. "Celtic druids." he said. To none of his surprise, a small druid boy came out. The same height as Jeremy, and practically the same age. "Hello young prince." he greeted, then he looked at Jeremy. "Jeremy, I want you to meet Gabel. Prince Gabel, this is Jeremy." Xander looked at Jeremy, "I want you to be comfortable in my lesson, and not be a loner. I'm not gonna shout at you or hurt you, Jeremy."
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