Text Cut: Our Auntie!
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PhoenixRising 
She then heard a familiar voice speak up... but this one didn't give what they did. And it was just as well, because had he, well, Fina might have just walked him out of class right there and demanded to know who taught him of those. As it was, she was still wondering where he'd heard of them. "Yes." She said quietly, "And those .... won't ever be taught in my classes other than the name." She can't speak for her colleagues though, but she would hope that they had the good sense to not teach them such dark spells.
He didn't think his aunt had liked his input.
But really, she should be more worried if I had named any of those OTHER curses. Mum taught me about the Unforgiveables and their illegality when I first showed signs of magic just to scare me into not using it before I was trained. So if he had known anything else at this stage... well... that would mean he was in with the wrong crowd.
At least I didn't say what they did. Not that I actually know... Text Cut: Our Auntie again!
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PhoenixRising "Right, so inside this box..." She slowly and carefully opened it to reveal what they would be working with today. A small golden bracelet with four metal charms on it a serpent, an eagle, a lion, and a badger. "One of my most treasured pieces of jewelry ... seems to give me issues whenever I wear it." She pouted pointing to the redness on her left wrist.
"So we alluded to this in the last lesson, but what spell can tell you if this bracelet is indeed cursed?"
He was pulled out of his mental argument with himself when he noticed she was about to reveal what was in the box... "
Oh..." he said, clearly disappointed. Then he clapped his hands over his mouth, realizing he'd said that aloud. He gave an apologetic look.
But I mean... I've seen that thing so many times before... I was expecting some cool magical artifact or side effects of a curse!
But he was determined to make up for his previous two faux pas. He quickly riffed through his parchment with the notes from last lesson. He spotted what he as looking for. Pao's hand shot into the air. "
Professor, is it--," he slowly and carefully pronounced the unfamiliar sounds,
"--A-rith-mos Re-vel-io?" That had better be right...