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potterobsessionist · 05-14-2017, 08:06 AM

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Haraldur nodded, thoughtful. "It can be very deadly indeed Mr. Moore. That's correct." He raised an eyebrow at the young boy's next statement. Gryffindors.. "Some things are too dangerous. But I agree that creaothceann isn't."

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Haraldur listened and added a little 'Mhm'. Silly rules, right?" Games were meant to be played, especially a fun one like creaothceann. He looked over at Olivia and nodded as the young boy told them how the game was played. "That's exactly correct, Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne. Fun! Right?"

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I encourage disagreement. It leads to discussion." Discussion like, 'so when u bringing quidditch back tho? "It can indeed be dangerous, Miss Kramer. But then again, so can everything else." Just mounting a broom and flying around could be dangerous. But fun was important. And games were fun. "Bear with us for a while, Miss Kramer." He added as he noticed her annoyance.

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Yes. YES. Haraldur hovered close to the Gryffindor prefect as he gave his answer. This was exactly what he wanted to hear. "I agree completely, Mr. Salander!" Which is why he was staring at him, wide eyed and close. "All we need is some safety rules and then we'll be good to go." This was actually what he wanted to talk about next.

Text Cut: Oliver

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Originally Posted by littledhampir

Olly wasn't going to miss a flying lesson, of course. He was standing quietly, watching this new flying instructor. It seemed that they were going to begin the lesson with a little test. He was not the best flyer in the world, and he didn't play for a youth quidditch team like he knew some of his classmates did. But he enjoyed flying. He was a wizard, after all. Se he headed over to the supply of school brooms, since he did not have one of his own, and mounted it. This test didn't look too hard. Olly kicked off the ground, and then he was flying.

First step, fly through the hoops. He could do that, even if they were moving a bit in air. He didn't try to race anybody, like some of the others were doing. He went slow and steady, veering back and forth as needed to soar through each of the hoops. It was nice. Olly didn't actually fly that much, but when he was up there he wondered why. It was nice. And it was peaceful. It was definitely something he should do more often.

Olly made it through all of the hoops to the other side of the pitch. What was it he had to do again? Right, pick up a cauldron and fly it back to where he had started. That was only a little more difficult. He didn't often fly while holding things. It would be easier for someone who was used to playing quidditch. Someone who caught and threw quaffles while flying all the time. Sure he'd thrown a quaffle back and forth while on a broom before, but not really flown long distances with it. Still, he could do it. He grabbed one of the cauldrons and held it securely in his hands before flying back, under the hoops, to where he had started. He was a bit wobbly but there was no falling or dropping, and he flew back the length of the pitch without much trouble. He made it back to where he started and his feet touched the ground as he landed.

And they were talking. About a sport that he could not ever hope to pronounce and didn't really know anything about. Olly stood quietly off to the side and let the others answer.

The Slytherin prefect had perfected the first assignment and was now standing quietly in the background. That was fine. He would know everything and more about creaothceann once class was over.

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Haraldur nodded along. "Yes, yes, yes..." Wait. He hovered over to her and shook his head. "Ten people won't always die Miss Diggory." He looked over at the younger students and gave them an assuring smile. "I mean... Not always. Ahem. But yes, that is how the game works." Moooooooooving on.

Text Cut: Kyle

Haraldur glanced at young Mr. Erikson as the discussion on creaothceann continued. He looked fiiiine. Not too ruffled about how the game worked. Good. GOOD. Still, he would be keeping an eye out.

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Haraldur noticed Miss Cambridge stayed silent during this discussion as well. Which was more than fine, creaothceann was a... Different subject to discuss.

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Originally Posted by Expecto-Penguin

Zarina heard the Professor greet her and she couldn't help but give a warm smile in return. He seemed to be a bubbly fellow. She gave him credit for his personality. As she waited eagerly to fly on her broom, she heard him give his greeting. Wait...wait a minute. His name was whatt? Zae didn't quite catch that. Is there a shortened form of it? She will call him Professor B for short. Yeah that would work. Well she already got the school broom already so she was ahead of the game. Ooohoo so he was giving the experienced flyers a challenge? Well this could go horribly wrong or Zae could be amazing. She didn't really have any experience flying before. Her family never really taught her. She would sit this one out.

Zae went with the group similar to hers. She went with the first and second years and she was waiting for instructions. Once she heard Professor B tell them what to do it was a piece of cake. Once the horn was blown, she raised her hand over the broom handle and commanded, "UP!" Hmm nothing happened. Maybe her broom was a dud? Zarina rolled her eyes and wished it worked the first time. She held out her hand and said, "UP!" a little more forceful this time. It came up to her hand in seconds. "WOAH!" she couldn't help it. It was so cool it worked. Now time to mount her broom. She hastily put her leg around the broom handle and sat down on it. This wasn't really that comfortable that's for sure. She began to lean forward and kicked off and felt herself begin to float. Woooahh she was doing it! She was ACTUALLY doing it! She beamed with delight and then she felt herself getting a little higher for her liking and then she leaned back and went to the ground. Zae didn't need the cushioning charm after all!

Once Zae felt comfortable and the Professor called the lesson to a halt, she sat down and listened to Professor B's lecture. Wait Quidditch wasn't practiced here anymore? Sayyy whaatt? Zarina was looking forward to it! Aw man. She heard his term and just stared at him like he was dumb. That didn't even sound like English. That sounded like gibberish. She smirked and wondered how many teachers listened to the ministry. The ministry always were uptight. Never let them have any fun. So Professor B wanted to know what Creaothceann was? Zarina had no clue.

She could offer a random thought though, "I am guessing that game of Creaothceann dealt with creatures and they attacked people on brooms?" She shrugged and waited for his reaction.

Haraldur looked over at Miss Carraro, gave her a small smile. "Not quite, Miss Carraro. But that sounds like fun." FUN. He wondered if he could have a talk with professor Wayland and incorporate that in a flying lesson in the future.

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Ah, yes the things that spawn in the castle. Haraldur had heard all about the monster-situation. He had his thoughts and opinions on that one but since he hadn't even been here the year before it was probably best to keep his mouth shut. Instead, he listened to what the Head Boy had to say about creaothceann. "Yes! Mr Salander and Mr Bronwyn are completely right. Yes, yes very good." This was exactly what he wanted them to discuss next.

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Haraldur hovered past Mr. Montmorency and gave him a little smile as the discussion went on around them. He didn't expect everyone to know or have opinions on creaothceann before the lesson began. Afterwards however, he hoped they would.

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Originally Posted by Govoni

As she lay there on the grass, the blonde took stock of those around her. Everyone else who'd been up in the air with her seemed to have survived. So, that was great. Flying wasn't meant to be a point of stress. It was supposed to be fun. So, this made her happy. Yay for NO DEATHS or INJURIES. Mr. Baldvinsson was probably very pleased with the lot of them... and he'd even praised her own skill. YAS!!!! Though she was still lying down, Olivia waved in his direction. "THANK YOU, SIR!" The words were shouted because she was comfy and didn't feel like sitting up just yet.

Lazy daisy!

....

AND HA! TOLD. YOU.

C r e a o t h c e a n n!

That was enough to have her sitting up and regarding those gathered. Yes, because TOLD YOU....whoever she'd been speaking to about it. Her brain was fuzzy from the joy of flying still.... "Sir, you are mental if you think this is considered fun." A good mental, of course. Liv wasn't in the habit of disrespecting her professors as so many others were. "I suppose it could be a good practice for working out one's evasive maneuvering, but as a sport, it couldn't have been too much fun for spectators." Also, the blonde still had her cauldron perched atop her curls. She pointed to it. "They wore cauldrons on their heads.... I'm guessing they were most likely equipped with charms to make them lighter. As I have done to this one." Though, Liv wasn't wearing it in the proper way. It'd have to be upside down to collect any falling rocks. In fact... "Much like with quidditch, they could simply use magic to improve the game." Kinda like a magical object was used to replace the snidget, since those were nearly extinct from the brutality of their role in the game. Having to be caught and all and rough treatment by seekers. "Make the rocks softer....or something. Depending on how many one player caught, the weight on his or her neck could be enough to cause a lot of problems, too"

Of course, Olivia wasn't a ministry game developer and it wasn't her job to fuss and worry about it. Save that for the Ravenclaws present.

...And we see you pointing, Derf-bean! Huzzah, kid.

Haraldur raised an eyebrow at her. Mental? Him? He'd taken a few badgers to the head and might have spent too many hours high up in the air when the oxygen was sparse but he sure wasn't mental. He was a professor at Hogwarts. Huff. But her thoughts on the game was interesting and Haraldur hovered around the group as she spoke about it.

"You're definitely on the right track there Miss Phillips." He smiled before coming to a stop in front of the whole class. It was time to move on.

Haraldur stopped his hovering in front of the class and clapped his hands together once to get everyone's attention. "Well done everyone. As most of you said, it's a dangerous sport. Or used to be, when it was practiced. It was actually made illegal in 1762." Ahem, let's move on quickly now. "But as Miss Phillips pointed out, so was quidditch back in the day."

He leaned back on his broom, clasped his hands over his chest and just briefly wished he had some snacks to nibble on before he continued. "Both Mr. Salander and Mr. Bronwyn mentioned the dangerous aspect of the game would be avoided by just having the right regulations. I am a strong believer in this. Nothing can improve if we don't try. Quidditch wouldn't be such a beloved sport as it is today if people that came before us hadn't improved it. Who knows, even quidditch might have been against the law." Dramatic gasp. Or he would have done a dramatic gasp if he wasn't in such a comfortable position.

"SO, kids." Yes, kids. Even those older kids were still kids. "It's our duty for the generations to come to actually think about this." Was he being overdramatic? Eh...

"What could be done to improve the game? What could be done to make it less dangerous?" He shot Miss Kramer a look here. "What changes could be made for it to be allowed again?" Directly translated this meant: How could he persuade the headmistress to allow it?

OOC: Okidoki! Answer Haraldur's questions on how to improve creaothceann. What safety measures, rules or regulations could be enforced? Any changes to the rules of the game to make it less dangerous? Do you think there's any chance of it ever being legal again? Why? Why not?

Creativityy! *jazz hands*

Class will be moving on in approximately 24 hours. At Monday 15th of May 9 am GMT +2/3 am EDT

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potterobsessionist DMAC & MO Doxy Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: Sweden [GMT+1] Posts: 5,865 Diagon Alley Proprietor: Stella Marie Reed Daily Prophet News Reporter	a bit of madness is key \| miss chanandler bong \| those cunning folks use any means Text Cut: Individual replies <3 Text Cut: Daniel Quote: Originally Posted by Weasley174 Daniel had been stood quietly wondering what to say, when suddenly the Professor asked a question and his hand shot into the air. "Professor, is it because according to reports it is one of the most deadly games that is played on a broom?" He had read that somewhere, "Though I would love to see it in action, nothing can be too dangerous surely." Text Cut: Individual replies <3 Haraldur nodded, thoughtful. *"It can* be very deadly indeed Mr. Moore. That's correct."** He raised an eyebrow at the young boy's next statement. Gryffindors.. "Some things are too dangerous. But I agree that creaothceann isn't." Text Cut: Derfael Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie No but...it was his idea so shouldn't he be in front?! Or could they take turns? Ultimately decided that it really didn't matter to him whether or not he was in front, Derf sooooooared and sped through the air, easily gliding through the hoops and only clipping the back bristles of his broom once when he tried doing a little additional small corkscrew sort of trick while flying through one of them. Had Daisy seen that? Not the small clipping but the corkscrew? WOULD SHE SIGN HIS FACE?! Ahem...anyway... Gliding back down to the pitch - wait...were they supposed to have done something more than just fly through hoops? Oops. Distractions happened again - and dismounting briefly to listen to the flying instructor speak. Derf DID clap, actually, thank you very much, because ANYTHING that meant they could actually use their brooms was a good deal to him! But nearly as soon as the second year's eyes lit up...they dimmed. "*Becaus-s-se the threat on Hogwarts-s-s was-s-s for all* athletics-s-s?" he responded after raising his hand. He remembered mum being SUPER upset about it - still was really - because she loved watching quidditch matches while she worked as a professor. "S-Somefing about how flying was-s-s only for the birds-s-s and everything else unnatural...I think..." So that would include Creaothceann, yeah? They could go look in the archives of the Daily Prophet if necessary to clarify. "But you play by doing what she did,*" he added, pointing to Olivia* and the cauldron!helmet she had. "Only not as a helmet but the other way, opening up, so you can catch rocks-s-s in it." Haraldur listened and added a little 'Mhm'. Silly rules, right?" Games were meant to be played, especially a fun one like creaothceann. He looked over at Olivia and nodded as the young boy told them how the game was played. "That's exactly correct, Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne. Fun! Right?" Text Cut: Etta Quote: Originally Posted by Lady of Light Etta landed after flying through the hoops for a while, not really wanting to come down at all. Honestly. It felt so good to be up in the air after so long.. that she wondered why she didn't practice that often. Obviously, she wasn't good enough to be playing professional quidditch but it would be nice to fly occasionally. She'd have to keep that in mind. She settled comfortably on the grass, the excitement still clearly visible on her face... when it turned to one of surprise. WHAT? Creaothceann? What was he even talking about? FUN? She had read about it.. of course so the prefect raised her hand, the look of incredulity still present on her face. How did he call it FUN? Really. Something was very wrong with him. She raised a hand, giving him a very disapproving look. "Professor, I apologise for disagreeing with you but it's a terrible, terrible sport.. incredibly dangerous. Basically, the players have a cauldron on their heads and they have to catch falling rocks and stones with it.." Her voice trailed off, almost shuddering at how horrible that was. Why were they even discussing it? I encourage disagreement. It leads to discussion." Discussion like, 'so when u bringing quidditch back tho? *"It can* indeed be dangerous, Miss Kramer. But then again, so can everything else." Just mounting a broom and flying around could be dangerous. But fun was important. And games were fun. "Bear with us for a while, Miss Kramer." He added as he noticed her annoyance. Text Cut*: Tenacius* Quote: Originally Posted by Steelsheen Professor long name. It must be a tradition for the motherland because his dad also has a mile long name. He smiled happily as the man continued to speak. He likes this guy mmhm fo sho. Ohhh so he's just gonna let them strut their stuff? This Curly Top doesnt need to be told twice! Tenacius hopped on his broom and pushed off, making a beeline for the nearest hoop floating in the air. Flying through hoops, zipping this way and that. His dad joked that he learned to zoom first before he could walk. And his adeptness in the air seem to indicate that. Of course as with anyone who moves speedily he was bound to make mistakes-- oops there he goes dinging his shoulder on a hoop...... whoah that was a close one mustve lost a few curls there..... aaaand finally the prize-- a cauldron! Tenacius zoomed his way back towards the pitch, glided over the ground before letting his broom hover over a spot. Can he just hover-sit over here like the Prof? He's more comfortable chillin like this. And they ARE gonna talk about Creaothceann! He fist pumped the air on the man's words, ministry schministry indeed! Up goes the hand in reply "Because the game is basically played like catch the falling rocks with your head Professor, with a metal pot as a shock absorber..." the leonine lad laughed "Didnt help of course that it doesnt have that great of a safety track record.... but I think that can be remedied. I mean Quidditch is highly dangerous too, but they got safety procedures and rules, I think Creaothceann can work out as a good sport provided that there are rules and regulations set in place, standardize equipment, things like that." Yes. YES. Haraldur hovered close to the Gryffindor prefect as he gave his answer. This was exactly what he wanted to hear. "I agree completely, Mr. Salander!" Which is why he was staring at him, wide eyed and close. "All we need is some safety rules and then we'll be good to go." This was actually what he wanted to talk about next. Text Cut: Oliver Quote: Originally Posted by littledhampir Olly wasn't going to miss a flying lesson, of course. He was standing quietly, watching this new flying instructor. It seemed that they were going to begin the lesson with a little test. He was not the best flyer in the world, and he didn't play for a youth quidditch team like he knew some of his classmates did. But he enjoyed flying. He was a wizard, after all. Se he headed over to the supply of school brooms, since he did not have one of his own, and mounted it. This test didn't look too hard. Olly kicked off the ground, and then he was flying. First step, fly through the hoops. He could do that, even if they were moving a bit in air. He didn't try to race anybody, like some of the others were doing. He went slow and steady, veering back and forth as needed to soar through each of the hoops. It was nice. Olly didn't actually fly that much, but when he was up there he wondered why. It was nice. And it was peaceful. It was definitely something he should do more often. Olly made it through all of the hoops to the other side of the pitch. What was it he had to do again? Right, pick up a cauldron and fly it back to where he had started. That was only a little more difficult. He didn't often fly while holding things. It would be easier for someone who was used to playing quidditch. Someone who caught and threw quaffles while flying all the time. Sure he'd thrown a quaffle back and forth while on a broom before, but not really flown long distances with it. Still, he could do it. He grabbed one of the cauldrons and held it securely in his hands before flying back, under the hoops, to where he had started. He was a bit wobbly but there was no falling or dropping, and he flew back the length of the pitch without much trouble. He made it back to where he started and his feet touched the ground as he landed. And they were talking. About a sport that he could not ever hope to pronounce and didn't really know anything about. Olly stood quietly off to the side and let the others answer. The Slytherin prefect had perfected the first assignment and was now standing quietly in the background. That was fine. He would know everything and more about creaothceann once class was over. Text Cut: Skylar Quote: Originally Posted by PhoenixRising Flying, flying, flying. Skylar was in her zone, focused and determined to make it through those moving hoops, that it took a moment before she realized people were touching back down. Were they done already? Squinting down at the ground, it seemed the Professor was continuing on with a discussion, and she zoomed down, having not finished getting through all the hoops, sadly, but in time to hear Professor B shout loudly Creaothceann and address the class with a few questions about the sport. Why wasn't it played at Hogwarts or anywhere? UH DUH, because it was like the most dangerous broom game ever! Raising her hand, she spoke of what she knew about the game, "Twelve players, wear cauldrons strapped to their heads. And like ten players will die." Kind of brutal, if you asked her. Haraldur nodded along. "Yes, yes, yes..." Wait. He hovered over to her and shook his head. *"Ten people won't always* die Miss Diggory." He looked over at the younger students and gave them an assuring smile. "I mean... Not always. Ahem. But yes, that is how the game works." Moooooooooving on. Text Cut*: Kyle* Quote: Originally Posted by Zellanna Kyle, not really much one for flying in the first place, had no idea about this sport. He listened to the others' answers and his eyes grew wide. Especially as someone mentioned that players died. Brutal! Though, catching falling rocks in a cauldron on their heads didn't seem like a bad thing of the rocks were small enough. But why a cauldron on their heads? Couldn't they just carry the cauldron and catch pebbles? Haraldur glanced at young Mr. Erikson as the discussion on creaothceann continued. He looked fiiiine. Not too ruffled about how the game worked. Good. GOOD. Still, he would be keeping an eye out. Text Cut: Jessa Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Don't rush it? Easy for him to say down there hovering with the Firsties while she had to pretend like she belonged up here zooming around like everyone else. Jessa did slow it down a little, finding it was easier to maneuvre her way through the hoops when she did. Pretty soon, it didn't seem so hard, in fact at some point the girl had begun to speed back up. It was a gradual process, hardly noticeable unless you compared the initial speed with the end result but she could tell. As her confidence going through the hoops grew, so did her accuracy at getting through them. At the Professor's instruction, Jessa descending, coming to a bit of a running...jog....then walk into a more stationary position. Her landings were improving, she'd noticed that too. Much like some of her classmates had opted to do, the young girl took a seat on the soft grass. She hardly knew much about Quidditch, suffice to say she knew even less about Creaothceann. Consequently, she remained silent, taking it all in. The Professor said it was fun, but listening to her classmates, she couldn't help thinking she would prefer to play Quidditch--even if she wasn't entirely good at that either. Haraldur noticed Miss Cambridge stayed silent during this discussion as well. Which was more than fine, creaothceann was a... Different subject to discuss. Text Cut: Zarina Quote: Originally Posted by Expecto-Penguin Zarina heard the Professor greet her and she couldn't help but give a warm smile in return. He seemed to be a bubbly fellow. She gave him credit for his personality. As she waited eagerly to fly on her broom, she heard him give his greeting. Wait...wait a minute. His name was whatt? Zae didn't quite catch that. Is there a shortened form of it? She will call him Professor B for short. Yeah that would work. Well she already got the school broom already so she was ahead of the game. Ooohoo so he was giving the experienced flyers a challenge? Well this could go horribly wrong or Zae could be amazing. She didn't really have any experience flying before. Her family never really taught her. She would sit this one out. Zae went with the group similar to hers. She went with the first and second years and she was waiting for instructions. Once she heard Professor B tell them what to do it was a piece of cake. Once the horn was blown, she raised her hand over the broom handle and commanded, "UP!" Hmm nothing happened. Maybe her broom was a dud? Zarina rolled her eyes and wished it worked the first time. She held out her hand and said, "UP!" a little more forceful this time. It came up to her hand in seconds. "WOAH!" she couldn't help it. It was so cool it worked. Now time to mount her broom. She hastily put her leg around the broom handle and sat down on it. This wasn't really that comfortable that's for sure. She began to lean forward and kicked off and felt herself begin to float. Woooahh she was doing it! She was ACTUALLY doing it! She beamed with delight and then she felt herself getting a little higher for her liking and then she leaned back and went to the ground. Zae didn't need the cushioning charm after all! Once Zae felt comfortable and the Professor called the lesson to a halt, she sat down and listened to Professor B's lecture. Wait Quidditch wasn't practiced here anymore? Sayyy whaatt? Zarina was looking forward to it! Aw man. She heard his term and just stared at him like he was dumb. That didn't even sound like English. That sounded like gibberish. She smirked and wondered how many teachers listened to the ministry. The ministry always were uptight. Never let them have any fun. So Professor B wanted to know what Creaothceann was? Zarina had no clue. She could offer a random thought though, "I am guessing that game of Creaothceann dealt with creatures and they attacked people on brooms?" She shrugged and waited for his reaction. Haraldur looked over at Miss Carraro, gave her a small smile. *"Not quite, Miss Carraro. But that* sounds like fun." FUN. He wondered if he could have a talk with professor Wayland and incorporate that in a flying lesson in the future. Text Cut*: Rooney* Quote: Originally Posted by Shanners Hah. Rooney Bronwyn was not as graceful on a broom as others would expect him to be, given his graceful presence on a stage. He wasn't awful, but it certainly wasn't something he would be urged to continue on with after Hogwarts. Cauldron collected, he joined the rest of the students for the next portion of their class. Head tilted, the boy looked confused at the answer given by Zarina. There was a weird imagination on that one, for sure. He did think the chat about quidditch at Hogwarts was interesting though. He, for one, did not have an opinion about it. He hadn't had it as a hobby and it was nothing for him to 'miss' being here at school without it. Not having quidditch for those that played quidditch was just the same as him not having the stage when here. EITHAH WAY... Roo put his hand up in the air. "It's not played because heaven forbid we get hurt playing a game, when we actually just get hurt by things that spawn in the castle." He didn't want to, you know, cause problems...but....hey, it was a real thing. There was this whole 'noooooo' aspect about sports, but how many kids had almost died last year just by being in the castle????? "But yeah, like Tenacius said, it could be easily adapted with safety regulations." Ah, yes the things that spawn in the castle. Haraldur had heard all about the monster-situation. He had his thoughts and opinions on that one but since he hadn't even been here the year before it was probably best to keep his mouth shut. Instead, he listened to what the Head Boy had to say about creaothceann. "Yes! Mr Salander and Mr Bronwyn are completely right. Yes, yes very good." This was exactly what he wanted them to discuss next. Text Cut: Théo Quote: Originally Posted by oh its Erik ok Okay now it was time to get to business. Théo angled his broom towards the first enchanted hoop and sped towards it. He was not thinking of racing anyone or even looking at what his friends were doing because he got distracted. Flying was all that mattered right now. This summer really paided off and not hitting anyone or anything odd happening he made his ways through the hoops and made it to the cauldrons. Soo far so good. He picked on up and sped back along the side of the pitch and ended up back where he was landing as well as he could. Eh he still had to work on perfecting his landings. Well, a seat it not really what he wants to do just after flying. Really all he wants to do is get back in the air. But he listened and took a seat. Uhh how do you even say that? Théo tried in his head and well it still was not working out for him. Welp Théodore had no idea what this thing was so he was going to be quiet and learn something hopefully fun since the Ministry did not like it and Professor...Groundkeepr Bald liked it. Haraldur hovered past Mr. Montmorency and gave him a little smile as the discussion went on around them. He didn't expect everyone to know or have opinions on creaothceann before the lesson began. Afterwards however, he hoped they would. Text Cut: Olivia P Quote: Originally Posted by Govoni As she lay there on the grass, the blonde took stock of those around her. Everyone else who'd been up in the air with her seemed to have survived. So, that was great. Flying wasn't meant to be a point of stress. It was supposed to be fun. So, this made her happy. Yay for NO DEATHS or INJURIES. Mr. Baldvinsson was probably very pleased with the lot of them... and he'd even praised her own skill. YAS!!!! Though she was still lying down, Olivia waved in his direction. "THANK YOU, SIR!" The words were shouted because she was comfy and didn't feel like sitting up just yet. Lazy daisy! .... AND HA! TOLD. YOU. C r e a o t h c e a n n! That was enough to have her sitting up and regarding those gathered. Yes, because TOLD YOU....whoever she'd been speaking to about it. Her brain was fuzzy from the joy of flying still.... "Sir, you are mental if you think this is considered fun." A good mental, of course. Liv wasn't in the habit of disrespecting her professors as so many others were. "I suppose it could be a good practice for working out one's evasive maneuvering, but as a sport, it couldn't have been too much fun for spectators." Also, the blonde still had her cauldron perched atop her curls. She pointed to it. "They wore cauldrons on their heads.... I'm guessing they were most likely equipped with charms to make them lighter. As I have done to this one." Though, Liv wasn't wearing it in the proper way. It'd have to be upside down to collect any falling rocks. In fact... "Much like with quidditch, they could simply use magic to improve the game." Kinda like a magical object was used to replace the snidget, since those were nearly extinct from the brutality of their role in the game. Having to be caught and all and rough treatment by seekers. "Make the rocks softer....or something. Depending on how many one player caught, the weight on his or her neck could be enough to cause a lot of problems, too" Of course, Olivia wasn't a ministry game developer and it wasn't her job to fuss and worry about it. Save that for the Ravenclaws present. ...And we see you pointing, Derf-bean! Huzzah, kid. Haraldur raised an eyebrow at her. Mental? Him? He'd taken a few badgers to the head and might have spent too many hours high up in the air when the oxygen was sparse but he sure wasn't mental. He was a professor at Hogwarts. Huff. But her thoughts on the game was interesting and Haraldur hovered around the group as she spoke about it. "You're definitely on the right track there Miss Phillips." He smiled before coming to a stop in front of the whole class. It was time to move on. Haraldur stopped his hovering in front of the class and clapped his hands together once to get everyone's attention. "Well done everyone. As most of you said, it's a dangerous sport. Or used to be, when it was practiced. It was actually made illegal in 1762." Ahem, let's move on quickly now. "But as Miss Phillips pointed out, so was quidditch back in the day." He leaned back on his broom, clasped his hands over his chest and just briefly wished he had some snacks to nibble on before he continued. "Both Mr. Salander and Mr. Bronwyn mentioned the dangerous aspect of the game would be avoided by just having the right regulations. I am a strong believer in this. Nothing can improve if we don't try. Quidditch wouldn't be such a beloved sport as it is today if people that came before us hadn't improved it. Who knows, even quidditch might have been against the law." Dramatic gasp. Or he would have done a dramatic gasp if he wasn't in such a comfortable position. "SO, kids." Yes, kids. Even those older kids were still kids. "It's our duty for the generations to come to actually think about this." Was he being overdramatic? Eh... "What could be done to improve the game? What could be done to make it less dangerous?" He shot Miss Kramer a look here. "What changes could be made for it to be allowed again?" Directly translated this meant: How could he persuade the headmistress to allow it? OOC: Okidoki! Answer Haraldur's questions on how to improve creaothceann. What safety measures, rules or regulations could be enforced? Any changes to the rules of the game to make it less dangerous? Do you think there's any chance of it ever being legal again? Why? Why not? Creativityy! jazz hands Class will be moving on in approximately 24 hours. At Monday 15th of May 9 am GMT +2/3 am EDT __________________ Last edited by potterobsessionist; 05-14-2017 at 08:22 AM. Reason: I :) Give :) Up :) On :) Coding :) This :) Post :)