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 May 18, 2008 17:27:02 GMT -5
Alex slouched over to his desk, he was carrying the tomes again and nothing more. He didn't know if he'd use it though, his class had projection journals. Some students weren't present on the first lesson though, so today there might be others to come and he left the journals here last time. It was a glum day for him and he was getting awfully lame because of the loss of communication with his family. He put the tomes down on the table and tapped the board: Welcome again guys! Xander at your service, this'll be another lesson of looking through these magical tomes that I have and the journals that I gave you He looked at the board and nodded, then he took out a piece of parchment and looked at it. Now what do I write? nothing seems to be worth writing now he thought, thinking of his family and to where his sister could have gone. He thought about it, but then it didn't seem right everytime he thought of something. He tried again and again and again, after a few more minutes of irritable thinking, he gave up and just let his head fall on the desk. I'll just wait for my students he thought, looking up again and looking around the room.
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Post by hannah on May 18, 2008 21:15:25 GMT -5
Hannah entered the History of the magic classroom and her eyes widen in amazement, she was actually first for a change. Not that it mattered any to her, but most classes she attended last term she was almost, always near to last when she entered. Plus, Hannah really didn't mind being first to History of Magic, it was starting to become one of her favorite lessons, despite the last time when she was asked to help Jeremy.
Hannah had waved it off in the end and almost forgot about that part until she entered into the room that day. Waving it off again, she gave Professor Griffiths a bright smile while she walked over and took a seat in the front row, the Ravenclaw didn't mind being in the front row this time, especially as it looked like they were once again going to use the Projection tome thingys.
Getting out the journal from her blue bag, plus her wand, Hannah placed them on her desk and her brown eyes wandered over to the writing on the board, surprised to see the name Xander written there. Had she missed something from last lesson that had to do with the name Xander? "Professor? is Xander your name?" Hannah asked, figuring that it would be, because the writing on the wall said at your service after the Xander part.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on May 18, 2008 22:17:09 GMT -5
Jeremy slunk into class, ignoring Hannah, ignoring the professor, ignoring what was written on the board. He took a seat in the back and slunk down low, dreading even being there. He hated this class over all others. He found it confusing and boring and would rather eat flobberworms than have to be there.
But Drew said he had to go and Drew was the boss. Jeremy tried to ask him why he had to go to History when Drew didn't, but his cousin told him to mind his own business. Jeremy figured it was just one of those things that wasn't fair.
The only way to get through this class properly was to stay inconspicuous and imagine all of the awful things that might befall him in the room. For example, if the professor was actually a troll, Jeremy would be lunch to go.
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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]
Posts: 327
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on May 19, 2008 2:54:37 GMT -5
Xander smiled as he heard the door open, there was Hannah, first one inside. "Hello, Hannah. And yes, Xander is my name... Well... my petname really, but I got used to it and I kind of like it when people call me Xander" he said, smiling at his first student. Xander then looked back at the parchment and frowned, then he started thinking again. What to... he started, but his thoughts were cut off by a magnificent eagle owl soaring through the window and on his desk. Xander frowned again and took the letter and a shruken crate from it's leg, he opened the parchment and put the crate on the deks, the owl didn't leave though. "Wonder who sent this" he muttered, looking at the letter. there was no address or anything.
He opened the envelope and suddenly smiled, "Oh yeah..." he muttered. It was from his cousins, he had forgotten how their family owl looked like, it had been so long. They always find something of his interest. Xander petted the owl and then he went back to the letter when someone came in, Jeremy. Xander stopped himself from sighing and just returned to his letter, not even minding Jeremy. He had given up with that boy, but he was definitely not gonna pass him either. He placed the letter underneath the parchment and smiled at the owl, "Well Shadow, you have to stay here until I've given my class the instructions." he muttered. Xander petted the owl again and looked at his projection tomes, he had set these up to help the students more.
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Post by hannah on May 21, 2008 2:35:46 GMT -5
"Oh" Hannah said, not sure what to say. The young girl was trying to figure out what petnames were and thought that maybe they were similar to that of nicknames. Like the ones that she and Brenton had for each other when they went searching for fairy's together, though Hannah hoped no one would know about those nicknames, they were just for her and Brenton to know about.
Brown eyes spotting Jeremy walking through the History of Magic doors, she tried to give him a smile, thinking that Jeremy would be one of those people that she hoped never would find out about those nicknames, she would seriously die of embarrassment if he ever did find about those nicknames. Both the nicknames for her and Brenton could be taken the wrong way if people read into them wrongly and she was going to make sure that no one ever did find out about them.
"So... would you like us to call you Xander, instead of Professor Griffiths?" Hannah asked, curious to know, but not sure if she could do that. Her own Father being a school Professor, had always told her to respect the Professors at Hogwarts and call them as Professors as they were. Hannah had stayed true to her Father's wishes and did what he told her to do, it was only out of classes that she sometimes just said the Professors last name and not the whole thing.
"That's a pretty owl" Hannah commented, watching as the eagle owl come into the room and land on the Professor's desk, spotting a crate attached to one of it's leg.
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Christian Nagle
Gryffindor
Second Year
...at the first pluck of the heartstrings...
Posts: 165
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Post by Christian Nagle on May 21, 2008 19:23:41 GMT -5
Chris got to the classroom as early as he could. After the House meeting, learning that Gryffindor not only stunk up the house points but was also being acquitted for misbehaving (thanks to a certain Prefect they all knew and loved), Chris was eager to gain lost ground for the point dilemma. He knew History was a subject he could make headway in, so he was especially eager to get to this class and do his absolute best.
Hannah and Jeremy were already there, which surprised Chris (moreso that Hannah was there already). "Hi Hannah, Jeremy." Chris said as he got into the room. Turning on the most angelic smile he could muster, he walked to the front of the classroom and set his gaze on his professor. "Good morning, Professor Griffiths. How are you this morning?" (Perhaps it was a little patronizing? Hopefully not.) It struck Chris, then, to see that the professor had transcribed his name as Xander. Xander? Not exactly the most astonishing name but not very common either.
Despite the name, Chris wanted to inform his professor of the discovery he'd made with the tome. It had happened two nights prior, as Chris sat in the Gryffindor Common Room puzzled as to what he ought to do since his school work was all complete. He'd opened up the tome and messed around with some dates he'd already known from class: Things like 'Show me the half-blood prince' and 'Whomping Willow Weasley Wacking' in reference to the incident with the flying car in Ron and Harry's second year at the school. It had been fun. But then the true magic had happened.
Having randomly seen her in the Great Hall, Chris had been thinking about the Ravenclaw girl, Shari. So he'd spoken the words to the tome: "Indian Princesses" (the only words that had come to him). What had appeared out of the smoke had left Chris puzzled with excitement.
"Professor, can I talk to you about something I discovered about three nights ago?" Chris asked after Hannah and the professor had concluded their discussion.
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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]
Posts: 327
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on May 21, 2008 19:41:13 GMT -5
Xander smiled at Hannah and nodded "Ofcourse, you should just call me Xander or whatever you want to call me" he said, then he glanced at the eagle owl on his desk and said "Yes, he's a pretty pampered and spoiled owl. More spoiled than my persian cat really" as much as respect should be displayed around this school, Xander had preferred his nickname even to his other students back then. He turned to the small crate and enlarged it, he then put his down beside his chair and thought of opening it in a moment.
Xander looked over at the door as Chris entered, more too cheery for him to not notice why he's acting like it (due to a centain loss of housepoints by a certain prefect). The smile could fool anyone, but someone who's been around actors more better than chris could look through him. Xander decided to just play along though, "Good morning, Chris. I'm fine today, my boy. I was just bothered by a great pain in the neck this morning, call me Xander if you will" he said, smiling at Chris. Then something Chris asked about intrigued Xander, he raised an eyebrow at the boy and asked "What is it, Chris?"
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on May 21, 2008 20:50:20 GMT -5
With no one bothering him, Jeremy felt a little safer. One of the first years pretended to know him, but Jeremy paid the boy no mind, knowing that even though the Gryffindor might be younger, he could still beat up Jeremy easily.
Not sure what else to do, he slowly and as inconspicuously as possible, pulled his history book out of his book bag and looking around suspiciously just in case someone was going to sneak up on him , the Ravenboy opened it and started reading to himself. He didn't understand the man in front, but at least he could read.
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Isabella Huntington
Gryffindor
Second Year
The forest out there is forbidden? ...Let's go!
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Post by Isabella Huntington on May 22, 2008 7:58:41 GMT -5
After arriving late to the last History of Magic class, Izzy had left the Gryffindor Common Room extra early to make sure that she'd be on time. And she was, she realized, as she looked into the classroom to see only three other students inside. She didn't immediately go in, though... not until she made sure that it was safe to do so. She had been caught off guard last time after she had entered the classroom only to see a smoky centaur headed right toward her. So she stopped just outside of the classroom and quickly poked her head inside, making sure it was safe to step into the classroom. When she determined that it was, she entered the room and headed toward the seat she had occupied last time.
As she crossed the room, her green eyes landed on a large, beautiful owl sitting on the Professor's desk. "Wow," she whispered under her breath. Her pace slowed as she continued toward her desk as she continued to stare at the owl. When she made it to her spot without tripping over or running into anything, Izzy placed her messenger back on the desk, then turned around to watch the owl. She wanted to pet it, but thought it would be better to ask first. Since the Professor was already having a conversation, Izzy decided that she'd have to settle for staring at it, even though she really wanted to touch it. However, she knew that she had to be really cautious with everything she did now: one of the Gryffindor students had decided that she didn't care about the lions' house points and landed them in fourth place, with a total of... one house point.
She was annoyed just thinking about it, causing the first year to huff and roll her eyes.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on May 25, 2008 23:27:21 GMT -5
Jeremy was reading his book, knowing he'd get very little from the class otherwise, but still managed to notice the pretty red head... pretty mean red head he corrected himself... enter the class room. Jeremy was positive it had been her fault that Brenton's newt had escaped and then attacked him, and so wanted nothing to do with her.
Slinking down into his seat even further, peeking over the top of his book, he wondered if she'd sit near him. When she took a chair somewhere else, he concluded that he didn't want a stupid first year around him anyway.
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Christian Nagle
Gryffindor
Second Year
...at the first pluck of the heartstrings...
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Post by Christian Nagle on May 28, 2008 18:08:51 GMT -5
Allowing for a quick breath, in order to lower his voice a little and lean closer to the professor, Chris brought back the terrific images that had appeared in the mist of the tome three nights before. It had gone much like this:
"You see, I was kind of playing around with different words and thinking up different images, not really being serious and whatnot, and it was like something clicked with the tome - the mist and what have you came up and I saw this really terrible massacre in a really sunny, desert-like place. It looked like I was in a palace or some University or something of that sort. And I wish I could, I've racked my brain trying to remember what words I said, and I can't remember the exact words but I think I said 'Killing Curse' and 'India', or maybe it was Arabia - like I said, Professor, I can't remember - but that's what I saw." Chris realised how fast he had been talking and caught himself, taking a breath to try to shift the nightmarish images from his mind. He looked up at Xander, hoping there was some omnipotence due to him from the authoritarian, but he chose to pose his question regardless.
"Do you think there's something going on for real or is it some massacre that has happened before?" He was a little scared and almost didn't want to know the answer. It didn't have to be India - it could have been Egypt.
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Isabella Huntington
Gryffindor
Second Year
The forest out there is forbidden? ...Let's go!
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Post by Isabella Huntington on May 30, 2008 11:39:10 GMT -5
Despite her infatuation with the barn owl on the professor's desk, Izzy had noticed that the stupid boy from the library was looking at her. Needless to say, the first year still held a grudge against him for being mean to her. All she had wanted to know was if there was another way down to the ground floor from the second. But had he helped her? No. She wasn't one to let go of grudges easily, so she saw no way that she'd forgive him any time soon. And that was fine with her... she didn't want a stupid, mean boy around her anyway. Her suspicions of him being stupid and mean were confirmed once again by the expression on his face... she hadn't caught his curiosity when she had first entered the room and made her seat, but she did see the anger, or something similar, on his face. Crossing her arms, she returned the expression right back to him.
Her focus on the Ravenclaw didn't last long, though. Something had caught her attention, something that Chris had said. Something about "killing". Her head whipped around to watch her fellow Gryffindor and her History of Magic professor conversing, and she tried her best to listen to what they were saying. It was eavesdropping, and it wasn't right, but curiosity got the best of her. 'Arabia... what I saw... real... massacre.' Her eyes widened. She knew what a massacre was. Quickly, Izzy's green eyes left the two to scan the rest of the room, to see if anyone else had heard what Chris had said.
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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]
Posts: 327
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Post by Alexander Griffiths on May 30, 2008 19:46:17 GMT -5
Xander smiled as Izzy came in, she doesn't seem to be in a good mood though. He greeted her anyway, "Good morning, Izzy." He then smiled when he heard the wow comment for the owl on his desk, he silently agreed to her too. Xander looked away and flinched when Chris explained what he saw, he was going to leave that detail until the last lesson of the 3rd, 4th and 5th years. That massacre was an accident that Xander's group had the misfortune to discover, He couldn't even get himself to try and imagine that scene that they had woken up to one day.
"It's not in arabia, it's in Egypt. Up until now, it was being done. Back then, Egypt wasn't always full of Egyptians. They had Hebrew slaves, these slaves were treated like dirt. The Egyptians think of themselves as the highest authority, but there was a threat of the ever growing population of the Hebrews. So one day, the Pharaoh ordered his troops to kill every Hebrew in Egypt. It took place and soon only survivors remain and they had successfully fled. Some of the Hebrews were wizards and witches, the magicians never took part in the killing spree. Up until now, a battle wages on between hebrews and Egyptians. But this time, it's the wizards and witches fighting. Most of Egypt had become a wizard country, you see. Hebrews are scattered all around Egypt as well. We knew this because of the unfortunate time of day that my group and I were woken up by the sounds of battle. That was when my group and I first saw the battle between Hebrews and Egyptians, it was..." Xander trailed off near the end of his explanation though, it would scare the students if he continued.
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Christian Nagle
Gryffindor
Second Year
...at the first pluck of the heartstrings...
Posts: 165
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Post by Christian Nagle on May 31, 2008 14:57:11 GMT -5
"Really? So there's really some kind of war going on in Egypt between them and Hebrews?" Chris had never really heard of Hebrews before. He wondered what kind of wizard they were. Did they look like regular wizards? Did they have really long beards and glasses and walk around acting wise like old Dumbledore had?
This was seriously cool.
Chris wanted to be a part of some heroic battle in the mid-desert plain he had seen. He wanted to swoop in on a broomstick and rescue something, maybe a cat, or someone, maybe Shari - no, no, not her. She could perish... he'd save the cat first. But Shari was, however difficult it was to admit it, quite a beautiful girl. No more girls. No more girls. There's too many of them in real life to let them infect the brain the way Chris seemed to allow them to. Battles, wars, those were better things to think about.
"That is pretty cool. Were you scared, Mr. Xander? Did you join in the fight? Did you save any cats?" Chris wasn't sure why he'd said the last bit. Maybe it was because he was thinking about cats...?
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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 Jun 1, 2008 14:54:26 GMT -5
Claire hoped that dispite what her watch said that she wasn't late for class. History of Magic had to be one of the closest classes to the dungeons other than potions so there really was not need to run up the stairs like a mad person. History was normally very boring for the snake but at least this new professor made things a bit interesting. The old once was a bit werid but he had his far share of interesting classes. Like when the guy put plastic swords on everyone's table.
As Claire entered the classroom, she found most of the first years had already made it as well as some familiar faces from her own year. It almost seemed as if class started since some of the students were in what seemed like an educational conversation. Hopefully none if it was so important that it would be on an upcoming test.
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