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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 4:07 pm
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Edajin Tarot
Slytherin/Second Year/Single/Half-blood/Wearing
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Edajin felt a cool chill pass over him as he entered the History of Magic classroom, eying the professor levelly and taking his seat. He could relate to the man's aura, and he almost felt comforted by it. A unique reaction, he was sure, though he knew that now was the time to be quiet. As the lecture began, Edajin took careful notes on the Ollivander family, his eyes flicking back and forth between his paper and the creep of a professor. As soon as the homework was announced, Edajin got to thinking. Why did his wand choose him? He didn't particularly know anything about the materials used to make the wand, but he might as well try to make a guess. On his parchment, he started writing a rough draft.
My wand is made up of brittle Yew with a Dragon Heartstring core. I don't know much about the wood, but if I had to guess, it's brittle nature might reflect my insecurities, while the Dragon Heartstring in the center probably reflects my love of power.
He stopped there, chewing the inside of his cheek as he tried to think of more to write.
I think that my wand knows that I am a person who can be strong despite my insecurities. Otherwise such a contradiction of a wand might not have chosen me at all.
Putting his paper away, he went ahead and left the draft of the Professor's desk before making his way out of the classroom.
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Location: History of Magic With: Second Years
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 9:48 am
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 10:25 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 2:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 2:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 9:17 pm
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♫ Touch if you will my ṡτøṃαсh, Feel how it тяємвℓєѕ inside ...
... You've got the βÚŤŤĔŔŦĹĨĔŚ all tied up ...
... Don't make me chase you, Even ḋøṿεṡ have pride. ♪
ℭʟɑιɽə ❁ ℋɑʟʟ 2nd Year [ x ] * Hufflepuff * Unsure * History Class * With the Second Years
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The moment Claire stepped into the classroom, she could feel something was off. There was a crabby old man teaching them one of the dryest subjects Hogwarts had to offer. Claire rolled her eyes, sighing as she scribbled down some notes and tried to make herself look as busy as possible, all the while drowning the man's voice out with thoughts of the real Professor and where he had gone. When she finally realized what she was doing, Claire looked up just in time for the man to finish his lecture and assign homework. '...Seriously! Why do I always do this? How am I going to pass this stupid class?' She thought to herself with a frown as she began to hastily jot down whatever she could think of about her wand.
'Apple wood... something something something... it's made of wood and it's a wand... uhhh.... I don't know... Apples grow from trees, I like to eat apples, so that's why the wand chose me? Sounds about right... Wait but that doesn't make sense, I'm eating apples, isn't that a bad thing for the wood? Well... eugh! Whatever! Just get this done Claire' She was clearly over thinking it. But whatever the case, Claire was determined to finish, and by the end of class the girl turned in her paper, most of it was nonsense and the product of a twelve year old girl's imagination, but it was better than nothing.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 8:37 am
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Storming through the party like my name was El Niño When I'm hangin' out drinking in the back of an El Camino As a kid, was a skid and no one knew me by name. I trashed my own house party ‘cause nobody came. Cause we like having fun at other peoples expense and, Cutting people down is just a minor offence then, It's none of your concern, I guess I'll never learn. I'm sick of being told to wait my turn. 𝕮hristian 𝕭arrett
𝕮rash 𝕾econd 𝔜ear 𝔊ryffindor
He felt weird on his voyage to the class, he’d heard many a rumors of the new substitute, none of which he hoped were true. But one of the older students suggested he should leave his skateboard in his dorm, lest he wanted it to be confiscated for the rest of the year. Tch, yeah right! He’d probably get detention for a month just for trying to steal it back—so he just decided to avoid that altogether. Ungracefully, he plopped down into a seat with a sugar quill dangling from his mouth leisurely. He took notes, sort of—well, he pretended to, at least. And then the professor chimed out a homework assignment, Crash was one of the ones to irritably join in the subtle chorus of groans. He didn’t know what to write about, he barely even remembered what his wand was even made of! He had to whip out his wand and stare at it, it was a griffin core, griffin something. And, laurel wood? Or, maybe it was holly? Well, wait then, who had the mahogany wand that someone showed off? He gulped, and decided his best course of action: lie, lie, lie. So that’s what he did, he spewed out anything he could think of about a wand that he wasn’t even honestly sure was his kind of wand. Most of it was the rambling repetition of an unenthused student, but it was finished, at least…
╔════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄ ══════════════╗Height: 5ft 4in ☠ Weight: 125lbs ☠ Age: 12History of Magicwith second yearsGryffindor Pride ╚══════════════▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄ ════╝
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 9:44 pm
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Now where did I put that wand?
Grayson stopped reading his book as more and more of the students for the class walked in. He looked over each of them, wondering not for the first time if any of them would be interested in what he'd teach. He remembered Binns and the way he put most students to sleep, and decided that he would at least try to not put any of the students to sleep. He took his feet off the desk and stood, hoping that by doing so, he would at least give off a presence instead of looking bored. Besides, he had to repair damage that was caused by the substitute, right?
"Hello class, and welcome back to History of Magic. I am Professor Grayson Powell. I know that perhaps most of you don't remember much from the last year, so I figured that for this first class, we would review what you learned last year, just to brush up before we jump headlong into this year's curriculum." He looked about, making sure that everyone was paying attention, before continuing. "Can anyone here tell me precisely what you have learned last year? You don't have to give me the full information, as I would prefer to see if everyone payed attention in class. One subject per student, if you would."
---------------------------------- Location: History Of Magic classroom State: Expectant OOC: ... ----------------------------------
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 9:16 am
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"The violin plays a soft melody, as my mind starts to feel ease. Let the music wash over my soul, make my mind pure and whole. Let me be renewed."
Victor was a tad apprehensive about returning to History of Magic, the last professor wasn't...really his cup of tea. Though he wondered if any professor who taught history could be his cup of tea. Glancing at the professor he saw though, that could be a maybe.
He was Professor Powell then? What an...interesting name. At the mention of what they remembered from last year, Victor's mind was dazed, he remembered he didn't much like the professor. But that would just be rude to say. He then tried to remember back to their studies, one subject that had stood out in his memory was, ah, that! Victor then raised his hand before speaking, "Professor Powell?" He began, "One of the things we learned about was the Chamber of Secrets and how it had opened. Both times students had been in peril. The first time a student died and the next time a..." What was it called again? It was some kind of snake... "Snake? Came out of the chamber and began to petrify students."
He couldn't remember the name of the snake though...was it even a snake?
I feel confused you know? My inner thoughts are, "I hope I wasn't mistaken..." I'm in the house of Hufflepuff. I am a proud second year My puppeteer says "..." Out of character.
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 11:57 am
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 10:51 am
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Woah, tell me what you think you're looking at Oh, so I think I'm Queen Elizabeth And now I'm stuck inside your memory That's why it's so hard to get rid of me I am incredible, so unforgettable So no one can take my place I am unbreakable, highly flammable So, girl, get out of my face Oh, we got 'em going crazy Maybe 'cause we're so amazing
Jessamine Cathlin Walsh ~ Halfblood Hufflepuff ~Second Year ~ Twin ~ {feeling: bored} {thinking: oh, great, review...} {with: Second Years} {at: History of Magic}
Jess wanted to groan. Oh great. Review time. She sat idly in her seat and twirled her quill, occasionally exchanging glances with her twin brother. History was never going to be either of their forte.
They can't fix what's not broken.
Everybody in a daze And that's the reason why they're hating Treat us like some superstars And only 'cause that's what we are You know we going really far And you all ain't even heard it all You hate 'cause I'm a rockstar A pretty little problem You hate me 'cause I'm everything that you ever wanted to be And I don't mind 'cause I love it when you're looking at me
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 10:55 am
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 5:47 pm
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Blood Status: Muggleborn Wand: Inflexible//13 inches//Laurel//Dragon Heartstring Current Age: 12 Year at Hogwarts: 2nd year Height: 5'3"
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Location: History of Magic [Wearing: Uniform] Company: Classmates
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Thank God a new professor!
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Ronna sat down in the row behind Victor and shook her head at his forgetfulness of the name of the monster of the Chamber of Secrets... basalisk? Maybe he should stay away from Care of Magical Creatures when they could select electives. Well it was a giant snake at least. She pulled parchment out as Nessa provided another thing they learned.
With a smile Ronna said with a nod of her head, "And we learned the history of brooms. Though frankly, it was a more of a 'learn on your own' style course last year." Of course with how horrible the professor was last year and scary he was in most of the students opinion she could see how that one was forgotten. Especially as it was not nearly as "exciting" or "notable". Truth be told Ronna only remembered it because she had reviewed her textbooks quickly from last year during the summer.
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 7:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 1:29 pm
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