Lesson 1 (years 1-7)

[Alexander Griffiths]

Xander walked into the classroom, happy that it was yet again a new term of school. He looked at his classroom and noticed the ever lingering and aging dust, so he took out his wand and cleaned up the whole room. He had a special lesson planned for today, that if, it would succeed, he would make it a permanent arrangement. He flicked his wand towards the board, and the chalk magically started writing...

Welcome to a new term at Hogwarts... There will be a little bit of a surprise for you all.

When the chalk stopped writing, Xander was also seated on his desks. He had been putting down new journals on the desks for his new and old students. His students will be in for a surprise after everyone was here.

[Jeremy Taylor]

Jeremy was only in the class because he knew he had to be. The professor didn't like him and Jeremy didn't care for the man either. The good news was that the man ignored the young Ravenclaw the whole time, allowing Jeremy to read his book in peace. Hopefully this year would be no different.

He hadn't expected to be first in the room and really hadn't expected to see that all seven years would be together. He wasn't too thrilled about being in the same room as the seventh years, but was glad he wasn't a firstie anymore. And with any luck, that red headed Gryffindor would be there too.

Entering the room without a word, he made a beeline for his usual seat in the back corner where no one had bothered him for most of the previous year. Pushing the man's journal to the side, he took out his book and opened it up, ready to spend another hour reading on his own.

[Derrick Breckenridge]

Not many students got excited over History of Magic but this was the case with one Derrick Breckenridge. It was what he had spent his whole first year in the library researching. Simply for the fact that he wanted to know more about what he had stumbled into. It resulted in good marks in this class up to this point and he was just excited to learn even more about wizarding history. It wasn't so much that Derrick hadn't read a majority of the material that had been covered but he found when conveyed to him he understood more clearly about the intricacies of what had occurred. With this in mind he entered the classroom with a smile on his face.

Taking a seat near the front Derrick scanned the classroom he noticed again that the Ravenclaw boy had beat him to the class first. It wasn't that it bothered him so much as he just wondered why he showed up early when he didn't really seem that excited about being there for the class at all. Turning around he made eye contact with him and spoke softly and inquisitively.

"Just out of curiosity why do you always show up so early when you never exactly seem overly enthusiastic about the class itself? If you don't want to answer that's okay I'm just wondering."

Derrick hoped not to offend him and that he had put what he said as nicely as he possibly could. If he took it any other way he couldn't help it he supposed.

[Jeremy Taylor]

Jeremy had expected another quiet History class where he would be ignored, so he was surprised to hear someone speaking in the nearly empty classroom. What was even more surprising is that the person was speaking to him.

Jeremy looked up and studied the Huffle with narrowed eyes, wondering what the guy meant by the question. Was this a precursor to a beating up for being a kiss-up? Even Jeremy didn't really believe that. The only Huffle he know that would be so mean was that awful fat girl he hadn't seen since first year. Nonetheless, the Ravenclaw considered pretending he didn't speak English, but the only Gobbledegook he knew was how to say I have a hairy bum, and while he knew the right words in Spanish, it also opened the possibility that the other boy knew the language as well.

So how to answer? He couldn't very well just keep staring at the kid. The thing was that the only reason he tried to get their early was to sneak in before anyone else so they wouldn't talk to him. But he couldn't very well tell the Huffle that.

"What's wrong with being early?" he asked back with a shrug, deciding to go on the defensive and then instantly regretting it. Answering with a question only meant the kid would want to answer him back.

[Delilah Morine]

Delilah knew it was her duty, as Head Girl and everything, to always set a proper example... not. Delilah was far from qualified for this position, yet she took it with pride, knowing she was chosen for a reason, and she loved that she was getting to know people more because of it. As she headed for her first History of Magic lesson, she wondered why the professor was combining all the years together. Perhaps it was just a class to welcome everyone? She shrugged at the thought, she couldn't read minds she wouldn't know the motives and thoughts of a person, let alone a professor.

Delilah walked into the room and noticed a few younger students. Great... She thought, not that she had anything against them, just that she was never this early. Well, she was supposed to set an example, and figured this was a good start. She said a polite hello to the professor, and smiled at the younger students, reckognizing only Derrick. She took a seat near the middle of the classroom, dropping her enormous bag to the floor. Another day, another class.

[Alexander Griffiths]

Xander looked at two students as they entered, one being the quiet Jeremy. He passes his class, so there's no point bothering him. Xander took out his wand and summoned the journal that Jeremy had pushed away. "Welcome back, stu..." he was cut off when Jeremy and the hufflepuff talked, though. "Please, both of you. Being early or late isn't a very big issue, settle down." he Said. Xander then looked down on his desks and started taking out notes for this year that he had prepared for them, he heard the door open and a heavy thing landing on the desk. "You two, except mr. Taylor, that have arrived... please, pick up the journals and write your name at the very first page. Wait for the message to disappear and watch the cover get embedded with you name. After that, feel free to watch anything that happened in history which is in that journal, while we wait for the others." he instructed them. Knowing Jeremy, and that he had already taken the boy's journal, that he would be reading by himself.

[Derrick Breckenridge]

Just as he somewhat predicted he had taken his question the wrong way and was on the defensive. Sighing Derrick wondered why he had even bothered opening his mouth. After all he was just getting a hang of this whole socializing thing now. Looking up at him Derrick tried to figure out how to word his next question. He wasn't sure how much he had already made this kid uncomfortable but he didn't want to further it. Brushing the tips of his hair out of his eyes he looked at him and spoke.

"Nothing is wrong with that at all, as you can tell I like to be early to but I was just wondering. Like I said before you just don't seem to be excited about any of the classes you're showing up early for is all. You don't have to tell me why like I said I was just wondering because I was curious?"

Derrick shook his head at himself. Maybe meeting these people wasn't the best for him. Had it been last year he wouldn't have even turned around to look, Derrick would have just sat there making no conversation and reading more. Derrick glanced around the room and saw Delilah enter, this should be interesting he thought why was a Seventh year in a class with third years. Sighing he wanted to turn around but he figured he should give Jeremy a chance to respond. His professor spoke then giving him an out. Turning around Derrick reached for his journal and neatly printed his name on the first page. Opening it he began to scan pages looking for something interesting.

[Claire Desrosiers]

Time for History of Magic class which could be interesting, but most of the time it proved rather dull. Then again that all depened on how the lesson was taught. Of course there were some facinating things on history but if the third year had to sit through a lesson about giant peace conferences that ment it was nap time. Walking down the stairs and to the first floor Claire entered the classroom but was not expecting something.

Jeremy and Derrick were already in class but so was Deliah. Claire didn't really talk to her but since she was in her house and was Head Girl was it hard not to know who she was. However this didn't make any sense, Deliah was a seventh year and the other three were third years. What was the professor playing at exactly and how many years was he planing to combine in one room? Brushing it aside for now Claire took a seat close to Derrick since she knew him. She did know Jeremy but he didn't enjoy her company and just decided to stay away. Looking at the journal on the desk the Slytherin wondered what they were supposed to do with it but seeing as some were writing their names on them she guessed that is what they were supposed to do.

[Alexander Griffiths]

Xander looked at the door as another student entered, then he grabbed a chalk and started writing on the board. He was expecting students, a lot of them, since he was clustering them all up in the room. And he also probably will have to enlarge the inside, but since there were only four students here, he'll wait to enlarge it.

Take the journals in front of you and write your names on the very first page. Leaf through the journal and watch any projection of history that can be found in the journal. Real lesson will start when there are enough students.

He dropped the chalk and looked around the room, there would be enough time for a completed lesson, hopefully with a lot more students that this. He took out his wand and waved it at the desks and chairs. The chairs turned into tree stumps, and the desks now had vines entwined around it. This year will be a very different year, very different indeed.

Xander then waved his wand around the room and the room magically transformed into a forest clearing, with the sun's bright rays as their source of light. The door now looked like an arch way made of vines with some kind of glistening material like a portal, but on the outside it was still the same. The reason he was doing this was part of today's lesson, maybe the students will get a clue once they have noticed the changes. The professor sat down on his own chair, now a tree stump, and started leafing through his notes.

[Jeremy Taylor]

Great. That Huffle got him in trouble for talking when the professor already hated him to begin with. To make matters worse, the whole thing brought the man's attention on him and now the whole class knew Jeremy was too stupid to figure out the dumb journals and everyone was expected to ignore him. Even though the Huffle had spoken back to him, the man in front had put a quick stop to any conversation. And right when Jeremy was actually starting to get along with that Huffle kid too.

Coming to this class had been a mistake, he knew that now. He would have been better off just skipping, but nooooooo.... he had to listen to Allegra and give it a try. He lowered his head on his desk feeling miserable and wishing the hour would already be over.

[Alexander Griffiths]

Xander finished his notes, and he looked down on his desk. The blue journal caught his eye, the journal that Jeremy had just turned down, again. It was increasingly frustrating how he can't even reach that one student, a student that he had vowed to teach just like his peers. Was it really that hard for him to reach out to his students? What about Tianne, Matty, Izzy... and the other students that he had been close with so far.

Xander sighed and picked up the journal, then he stood up. He was determined to get this student to interact with the others in his class, he can't scrape up an imaginary grade from his day to day lessons for him so he can just pass, he wasn't going to repeat what he did last year. Ignoring the child would just give him a bad impression for the student and for his other peers, he had to do something.

The professor walked to the very back of the class where the lone student was, he then sat down next to the boy. "Jeremy, you have to understand... I can't keep on giving you barely passing grades on your day to day records, you have to participate. At least take the journal and use it, I may not be your most favorite teacher... but I'm not that of an evil teacher either." he said, looking at the boy pleadingly. He placed the journal on the table again, but didn't leave the boy's side. If he didn't want to do it by himself, he'll help. Was he really that bad of a teacher last year to fail to teach most of his student? maybe... But he wanted that to change starting this year.

[Trixi Turner]

What a dumb lesson and a dumb professor. Trixi hated both the subject and the man who taught it. However the lesson was required and so she had to be in the silly classroom. Therefore, she was there. Trixi slumped into the classroom and noticed that there seemed to be a 7th year, and the other third years in the classroom. Well that was an interesting standpoint. If the man really planned on cramming all the students that took history of magic into the one classroom, causing trouble would be simple. Its hard to work out who threw what if it just came from a general direction and you didn't see exactly who threw it.

Trixi glanced around the classroom and was glad to see her Slytherin counterpart already sitting in the classroom. Sitting next to Claire would be so much more fun then sitting next to Jeremy, not because Jeremy wasn't any fun, or any good to sit with, but because if she wanted to cause trouble Claire probably would be willing to join in and not just tell the professor it was her that did it. Plus at that current moment the professor was sitting next to Jeremy, so that was never a good spot to be.

"Hey Claire!" Trixi said happily as she reached her friend and took a seat next to her. Trixi glanced at the journal in front of her and then at the message on the blackboard. Trixi had no intention of writing her name on the front of the journal, however, if the message they write on the first page got projected onto the cover Trixi knew she could have some fun with this particular journal.

[Matilda Wentworth]

Matilda had been both looking forward to, and not looking forward to her daily dose of lessons this term. Both sides had a good amount of reason behind them, too. For starters, one of the perks about being back at school, not just back in lessons, was the fact that she god to see all her friends again. Well, what was left of them, anyway. She had lost a good handful of them with the last graduating year, and come her sixth year at Hogwarts, Matty was only just learning to not get too emotional over losing graduating friends. By now, she had learned that contact was still possible and all. Another plus was the satisfaction in which she would be able to see her boyfriend practically every day. Now that was a gain for sure. Aside from that, it was nice to have a distraction, and lessons always filled in space.

As Matty made the transaction from her previous class to History of Magic, she was aware of the main reasons why she wasn't looking forward to classes. More and more homework with this coming year. Fifth year had been stressful enough with OWLS, but now she was in her second last year of schooling. It was as exciting as it was daunting. The teenager also knew she no longer had the freedom to do what she wanted, when she wanted, now that summer was over. Matilda had more responsibilities in that school than she did at home, being Quidditch Captain for the second year running, the girl was determined to make a good start.

Even so, as the girl entered the classroom, a smile was glued onto her features. She spotted her Professor Griffiths. She by-passed him upon making her way to the back of the room, giving a nod. "Have a good holidays, sir?" she asked brightly, waiting for his reply until making her way. As she passed Delilah Matty gave her a wave and a grin, slowing slightly. "Hey Delilah. Congrats on getting Head Girl, you totally earned it." After all detours were made, Matilda finally made it to the second last row, seating herself down and picked up the journal, doing as the board said, and filling in her name. Straight back into the routine, as it seemed.

[Celina Jedynak]

Celina wasn't sure about this class. It could have been for the reasons like how close the professor had wanted to reach out to her, or for the very fact that he had gotten into a bit of a tussle with her brother. Either way, if it wasn't her last year and if it wasn't for the fact that Newts were coming up fast, she definitely would have been thinking about forgetting possibly, that she even had this class to attend. Celina's only hope was that Connor would be there... not that she could really take much comfort in him like she used to. How improper her feelings of attraction were for him... especially now. At a time in her life where silly dreams and fantasies could never become reality.

Uniform prim and proper, every inch of skin that could be covered was, and Celina's hair tied back in it's tight bun as per the norm... er... norm from that summer. Everything was in order, and nothing was out of place. Just as a woman should be. Celina Jedynak entered the classroom and then found another reason why she didn't want to be there. First years through Seventh? How was this even going to work? Especially for a core class like History of Magic where EVERY student in Hogwarts (ok, so only the ones who passed the OWLs after the Fifth year but seriously!) had to take HoM. Not to mention, what could be taught to all seven years at once that would prepare them, or her rather for the Newt's level exams?

Her heart started beating faster as she hesitating taking anymore steps inward to the class. She wanted to turn around and leave. It was obvious that this was not going to help her out in her life... especially with what her life was now destined for... Celina froze unknowing of the most appropriate action to take.

[Delilah Morine]

Delilah sighed, watching as the room changed into a more forest like appearance. What was this guy playing at? Surely everyone here was used to the magic, it wasn't that great. She for one, didn't want to sit on a stump, and once the Professor wasn't looking, she'd quickly change it back. As everyone else could tell, she was the only seventh year in here thus far, and she wondered what the Professor could teach everyone, so that everyone who left the classroom would learn something new. It seemed pretty impossible.

Delilah beamed when Matty walked in, yes, she didn't know her that well, but the Huffie was still kind enough to congratulate her. Delilah said her thank you's and smiled, she heard the compliment so often, but she never got tired of it. It was odd to go from absolutely no one knowing you, to everyone knowing you. The small Slytherin girl was well, small, but shouldn't be messed with.

Delilah took her wand out and gave it a flick, making one of the so called journals come to her so she wouldn't have to get up. She flipped through it and saw it was empty, so she simply put her name on it, and then sat back in her chair. She noticed another seventh year enter. Delilah looked at her and grinned, glad she wasn't the only one anymore.