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Tazenhani · 01-20-2011, 11:35 PM

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Originally Posted by MeredithRodneyMcKay

"For this first lesson I have decided to let you choose what you learn." Issy's eyes took in all their faces before she continued. "This is why I asked you to prepare to be creative. Imagine for a moment," cue the walking around the room "that you could perform magic infront of muggles, and even use it to help them. I would like you to provide to me a situation where you think a muggle might need assistance, and which spell you would use to help them. Be it transfiguring something, conjuring something - I'm going to let you decide. I will list them on the board behind, then we shall have a vote on which one we learn in the second half of this lesson."

Isabelle stopped at the front of the room and folded her hands in front of her. She kept quiet for a few seconds to let what she had said sink in. Hopefully they would come up with something good. They looked like they might. "Bear in mind what you cannot do, as per the five exceptions behind me. Please let your imaginations go. Fire away!"

Sabel stared, simply stared at the Professor as she detailed the instructions to the class. It wasn't nearly as bad as potions where they were flat out told to make a cure that could help muggles, but it was just as hard of a kick in the face. He couldn't keep his hand from tightening on his quill and his eyes from dropping to his parchment, glaring hard enough at it that for a moment, he thought he may be able to light it on fire.

Why this now? Why any of this now? Suddenly the statue was the most important topic. Suddenly helping muggles had become such a top priority that it was enforced in every class. Why couldn't this have happened two years ago? Why couldn't they have spoken of this before last year? Before he lost one of the most important things in his life. It was almost as if it was mocking him, the possible rectification of the statue, the reminder that he hadn't been able to do anything for foolishly leaving his wand behind. And why on this green earth, did every Professor think that the contribution of wizards to muggles was needed to 'fix' and 'help' them? It was, and then at the same time it wasn't, and his head felt as if it would explode as thoughts ripped in separate directions and pain welled up once again.

"Patronus." Continuing to stare straight at his paper, arms folded across his chest and his vision already turning blurry with building tears he cursed, Sabel spoke lowly and tightly. "For when a muggle is dying or severely injured and the only help you can get is from someone other than yourself, be it a doctor or another wizard." A single tear streaked down his cheek before being absorbed by his shirt, the rest remaining contained and quiet.

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Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by MeredithRodneyMcKay "For this first lesson I have decided to let you choose what you learn." Issy's eyes took in all their faces before she continued. "This is why I asked you to prepare to be creative. Imagine for a moment," cue the walking around the room "that you could perform magic infront of muggles, and even use it to help them. I would like you to provide to me a situation where you think a muggle might need assistance, and which spell you would use to help them. Be it transfiguring something, conjuring something - I'm going to let you decide. I will list them on the board behind, then we shall have a vote on which one we learn in the second half of this lesson." Isabelle stopped at the front of the room and folded her hands in front of her. She kept quiet for a few seconds to let what she had said sink in. Hopefully they would come up with something good. They looked like they might. "Bear in mind what you cannot do, as per the five exceptions behind me. Please let your imaginations go. Fire away!" Sabel stared, simply stared at the Professor as she detailed the instructions to the class. It wasn't nearly as bad as potions where they were flat out told to make a cure that could help muggles, but it was just as hard of a kick in the face. He couldn't keep his hand from tightening on his quill and his eyes from dropping to his parchment, glaring hard enough at it that for a moment, he thought he may be able to light it on fire. Why this now? Why any of this now? Suddenly the statue was the most important topic. Suddenly helping muggles had become such a top priority that it was enforced in every class. Why couldn't this have happened two years ago? Why couldn't they have spoken of this before last year? Before he lost one of the most important things in his life. It was almost as if it was mocking him, the possible rectification of the statue, the reminder that he hadn't been able to do anything for foolishly leaving his wand behind. And why on this green earth, did every Professor think that the contribution of wizards to muggles was needed to 'fix' and 'help' them? It was, and then at the same time it wasn't, and his head felt as if it would explode as thoughts ripped in separate directions and pain welled up once again. "Patronus." Continuing to stare straight at his paper, arms folded across his chest and his vision already turning blurry with building tears he cursed, Sabel spoke lowly and tightly. "For when a muggle is dying or severely injured and the only help you can get is from someone other than yourself, be it a doctor or another wizard." A single tear streaked down his cheek before being absorbed by his shirt, the rest remaining contained and quiet. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.