Fourth and Fifth Years, Lesson 3

[marvin]

Brightly coloured curtains hung over the doorway of the History of Magic classroom awaiting the arrival of the fourth and fifth years. The brightly coloured cloth's continued to be draped all over the entire of the History of Magic classroom. However upon entering the classroom the students eyes would perhaps be distracted by the apperance of their History of Magic professor. Marvin himself sat at the front of the classroom on a basic wooden chair. His robes were forgotten for the class and instead he wore dark blue slacks that flared out at the bottom, a maroon, long sleeved button up shirt, with a dark green vest and a large black leather belt. In his ears were large gold hoop earings and he wore a fake beard and wig, making his hair look scruffy and shoulder length. Upon his head he also wore a red bandana. (Like the man in This Picture)

At the back of the classroom was a large round wooden caravan(< Click me) that blocked out the black curtain that usually hid from view the back of the classroom. The chairs in the room were now positioned rather more foreward then usual, making the room seem cramped. Yet the chairs weren't even the normal class chairs, instead they resembeled more like the benches in the great hall. Except shorter. The benches were old, wooden and would sit about 3-4 people. Another intertesting factor about them were the legs were foldable so that they could fold up and be packed away neatly. There were no desks present. Around the walls hung different curtains and beaded ropes, all hanging so that they draped down the wall. There were also chains of flowers that entwined themselves around each other as they traced their way along the walls in weaving patterns. Against the walls were desks which held all different objects. Some were small pouches filled with different powders, others were crystal balls. On a desk behind where Marvin sat was a vareity of bonsai tree's. Minature tree's which were waving their branches around like crazy.

Marvin sat on the desk watching the doorway, awaiting his students to teach them for this lesson. This was going to be an interesting lesson, as he doubted many had heard much of what he was going to tell them. But you never knew, students surprised him and sometimes knew more then he expected.

[Celina Jedynak]

Celina slowly walked into class, first again. She found that getting to classes early and hiding herself in the corners had worked well for her, and most people didn't pay any mind to her. If that was because of what she did, she wouldn't dare ask. She didn't want to know. All Celina wanted was for the classes to start and end just as quickly so that she could go hide in the library and do work. Unfortunately, she'd been doing well on that aspect, getting all of her homework and studying completed before the weekends even came, making it so there was nothing left for her to do.

Nothing to do, but think that was. She didn't even look at the professor when she walked in. Too afraid of one making a remark she'd only have enough strength to agree to and sit down any ways. She didn't want, nor need the confrontation. She was there to learn, and even with all of the pain and delirium she was feeling as of late, she knew what she was there to do. In a few months, her OWLs would be taken....and she would score the highest she could, even if it killed her.

Picking a cramped but decent seat in the back, she hung her head low as per the norm in all of her classes and waited for it to begin. Barely looking up, she gave a sullen nod at the professor, and hoped that he wouldn't speak to her. All she needed was for the first words out of her mouth to be something she'd regret for the rest of the year.

[Felicity Hjort]

Walking into the room was like walking into a whole new dimension. Everything was beautiful; vibrant colours that were magnificent against one another, displayed the room over. Felicity's light brown orbs were nearly bugging out when she saw it all, this was probably the best scene she'd laid eyes on since before Holidays ended. Everything looked so unique and keen, and the professor fit right in.

The first thing the Gryffindor did when she entered was to allow her mind to reel. This was perfect, and if she could draw this was exactly the moment to do so. From the caravan in back to the tiniest of beads strewn along the walls, Felicity's eyes caught nothing else, not even the sinking figure in the back of the room. If anything could make her forget what recently took place, it was this room. Whether Atwood planned on this being the lesson, or changed his mind at the whim of a whisper to lighten the mood of things, he picked the most perfect way to do it, she was sure of it.

While Felicity wasn't interested in divination, mainly because her mum wasn't, even the crystal balls along the walls of the room caught the lioness's attention. Her eyes brightened as she looked all around, she was sure this was one class where she wouldn't have to concentrate hard to forget anything.

"Professor," she began, stepping to the front of the room to take a seat on one of the benches. "This is like something out of a picture book."

[marvin]

Marvin watched as the first student entered, paying little attention to the decor and looking like she would rather be anywhere but in the classroom. He let her be, different personalities responded differently to different situations. He supposed it was her own way of dealing with the situation. However as the second student entered, she was a stark contrast to the previous one. Her blonde hair a contrast on its own to the previous students dark hair and her eyes darting about excitedly, as though trying to take in all the sights of the room at once. Marvin smiled as he watched her look around the room, finally seeing history as he did himself. Plus is was what he had hoped for, a pleasant change for the students from the stresses of the recent times.

As the girl came to the front of the room and spoke to him he smiled calmly. It seemed he had really captured her imagination and interest. "This" he said waving his hand casually around the room "I how I see history all the time" Marvin said with a peaceful smile to the blonde haired student, Felicity. "You will learn more from the imagery of History, then you ever will from reading passages from a dull old book" Marvin said to her with a slight twinkle in his eye. He was glad to know that he had at least shown one student how he saw the histories of the past.

"Do you know what were studying today?" He asked Felicity with a smile, wondering wether the girl was keen on history or if she was just inspiered by the decor of the classroom. Either way he was happy because she seemed to see the classroom as part of something which once was, and that would live on in the minds of those who remembered it. It was something that could be written a million times in books with every little detail described but that you wouldn't fully understand until you saw the true beauty of it with your own eyes.

[Felicity Hjort]

"You're way of seeing it is beautiful," she told him outright. History classes in muggle school had never been this amazing, she's watched movies where students acted history out before, but to see something so intricately set-up was awing. Not just the colours, but to see what things were used by those of the past, and even then some of it was history in-the-making. Tapestries were still used the world over for many things, either wall hangings or table cloths, and fortune telling was always something people were looking to sell or be sold to. There was something about the future that inspired people, that kept them with hanging mouths open.

If this was how Atwood saw history all the time, she could see why he seemed a little off his rocker at times. But it was so amazing, she couldn't argue.

"I can only guess, sir," she answered, looking the room over again from where she'd taken a seat in the very front. "It looks to be nineteenth century gypsy work. When fortunes were what brought bread to the table, when they were thieves and courtiers, beggars, poor and downtrodden." It was a good time to learn about, and not just the aspect of the gypsies. "But weren't most of them muggles, sir?"

[Vanessa Sanderson]

Walking in, Vanessa heard talking and worried that she was late for class. Her breath a bit heavy from rushing, she found a seat next to the blond girl that was speaking. "Sor...sorry...Professor," Vanessa shied away and started to glance around the room to take in all that she had missed. The room was filled with bright and brilliant things, and it only reminded her of her brilliantly bright sweater that she had almost finished. It wasn't finished just yet, but she had it with her and planned on working on it more after class.

"Isn't this stuff from the French Revolution?" Vanessa wondered, thinking that some of it she had seen from some books she had read about Notre Dame...but she really didn't know.

[Anna Becket]

"Whoa..." Anna murmered stopping in her tracks. She had only just entered the classroom when the showcase of color and decoration caught her attention. Today looked like it was going to be an interesting class. Then again, their professor had and ineresting way of teaching it so it souldn't be that much of a surprise.

Turning, Anna saw Professor Atwood talking with Felicity. Based on his choice of costume, it looked like he was one of those guys who had peg legs and talking birds. What the bloody hell were those guys called again? If she was a muggle she might know but as of now, Anna's mind was blank.