"You have another ten minutes or so to finish up your questions, whether you are working alone or in groups." Ethan informed the class, having been listening to the various discussion with interest. "If you have finished your questions catch up on your notes or continue discussing your chosen ten year period quietly." Ethan flicked his wand to turn up the volume of the gramophone again.

ooc: I'll continue the class in about... *does maths*... 15 hours or so.

Jake smoothed out his parchment and began to write his uber-brilliant questions out, for students in many years to come to read and marvel at his brilliance.

Ok, so it was a rough draft. Jake lay his parchment on the desk, ready to move on and discuss some better questions than his random scrawlings.

"Tell me your ideas, they're better than mine, I already know," he said, flinching for a second as the music was turned up.

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Cela looked up and smiled brightly at Plymouth, poking out her tongue and offering a little wave before realising she was sitting with Maddox and was making Plym a target. She looked down at her notes and began to write

Plymouth could have burst into a billion pieces he was so ... oddly happy with Cela. Not that he was exactly spending oodles of time with her. He had things to do, you know. But, the few little moments he had had... ie: tongue sticking out just for him... were perfect. Plymouth returned the tongue sticking out and began work on another list. Over-achiever Plymouth Morgan.

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Originally Posted by Plymouth's notes continued: wildly off topic

Time Period: The Years of Cela
Significance of time period: My girlfriend was born and grew up.
Questions that need answers from Psuedo Journalist/Boyfriend Plymouth Morgan:

1. When is your birthday? (Something I must find out..)
2. This music is odd, but if we could and not get in trouble, would you dance with me?
3. Would you want to dance with even if it meant getting in trouble?

He frowned in concentration at his notes. This section wasn't really... history... so he ripped it out, folded it up, waited until the professor wasn't looking at him, and smoothly passed it to Celadine Toussaint.

Celandine just gave Mads a long long look, "If you think so." Maddox Darcy, in Cela's opinion; would not a good Ravenclaw make.

"Propaganda," Celandine shrugged it off, twisting her hair about her finger again. Le sigh. She could totally go for some candy right about now.

Celandine shot another look at Plymouth and stifled a giggle when he poked his tongue back at her and looked at him in surprise when he passed her a note.

She read it and blushed before taking a pen and adding her responses.
Celandine tapped the note with her wand, charming it into a bird which fluttered back to Plymouth.

As her fellow group members worked on their own questions, Anna continued to take notes on the connections between Rubeus Hagrid and the Chamber of Secrets. As she wrote, she began to feel extremely sorry for the half-giant who'd been wrongly accused of such a terrible deed. It must have been such an awful time for Hagrid to endure. When she reached a point where she was pretty much experiencing "Writer's Block," Anna glanced over at Tobi and Maddox's work to see if they were making any progress with their own chosen topics. "That's really good," she said, reading over their questions. "Those are really insightful questions. I think you've got something there."

Anna glanced over at Cela to check on her progress with the advancements made in flying. Apparently Plymouth had decided to focus on a time period in Cela's life, though, as Cela was currently answering questions about her birthdate...and, what was that...getting into trouble? Anna smirked and looked over in Plymouth's direction, giving him a quick thumbs-up sign. He was just adorable when it came to the girls he liked. Just then, Professor Truebridge spoke up and announced that only ten minutes remained until the time to create questions was over. Realizing she better get a move on, Anna fumbled around with her quill and parchment until she was able to begin composing her questions.

Twilight sighed as she got no response. She would have to do this on her own. She sat there reviewing what she knew from 'Hogwarts, A history'. But that stopped too long ago for her to get good answers. What was of interest to her? What would have made Headlines?

Twilight sighed it wasn't really good but she had to think without anyone else to help going off what she had been taught by Grandfather. She had never been in school, she had always been taught by family members.

Melanie wrote down some of the questions her and Ana had thought up on a piece of parchment she had retrieved from her bag. She wrote hurriedly an when she finally leaned back from the paper she gave ana a questioning look. "This good?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. she shoved the paper across the desk over to Ana. It read:




Melanie, of course, had written it in a color changing quill.

Willow had grown. . . distracted. And that was a huge understatement.

After she had commented about how affected the Hogsmeade population must have felt by the time Lord Voldemortist was doing whatever he wanted to do, the fifth year's mind had wandered off to WillowLand.

Until she heard Professor Trubridge talking to them, as if the man was standing far, far away. Not really knowing what he had said, but assuming it had something to do with the class, the girl just nodded.

. . . Heh.

And then yet another person spoke again, Copernicus this time, only difference was that Willow did hear what the boy had to say. Chewing on her bottom lip for a second, the girl then proceed to write down all their questions.

Ana smiled "It's very colorful! It's ok i think, you could just put as the Interviewers Melanie and Ana and the Interviewee the Goblins. We could add the era but i think it's an extensive era so..." she smiled again

Qaz was having a very difficult time concentrating. She had to come up with something and quick. Going back through the history of Hogwarts, who would be interesting. Ah, that's an idea! She wrote on her parchment:

"Smart person..." she mumbled under her breath, again thankful for her partener. "Okay I'll add" she reassured Anna, with a grin.


"Ta-da! This good?" she asked Ana, sliding the parchment over to her.

"Good and funny" she laughed. Ana was happy to have Melanie as her partner. They make a good team.

"Mhmmmm." Miles listened in as he scribbled on his parchement. He now had a few ideas for questions. "Okay." He said, and looked up at Vannie. "I have some questions." He beamed.

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Interviewers: Miles and Vannessa.
Interviewee: Order of the Pheonix
Time Period: 1960's(?)

Q1. How exactly did you recruite members for the order?

"That's all I got so far." He nodded. "What about you?"

Elizabeth had been waiting for a bit to hear from Mari about what time period they should focus on, and getting a little bored. And when Professor Truebridge announced they only had another ten minutes or so to work, she momentarily panicked.

Making a split-second decision, she scribbled down a few questions related to the time period she had mentioned in class. Basically, from a few years before Harry Potter had gone to Hogwarts, til he turned seventeen.

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Years: 1987-1997
Focus: Harry Potter, getting to Hogwarts and his Hogwarts years, Defeat of Voldemort

Questions:

To the Dursleys: Did you expect Harry to develop his abilities, even though you tried to prevent it?

To Rubeus Hagrid: You were the one sent to bring Harry to Hogwarts. Had you had any idea of how important and powerful he was going to become, even though you had knowledge of his past?

To Harry himself: Would you have done everything the same way if you had known you were going to have to sacrifice yourself to save everyone else from the beginning (Even though Voldemort's spell ended up only destroying the Horcrux he had unknowingly put into you)?

Then she sat back, to see what Mari would think of her work, and feeling at least a little better that she'd have something to show when the discussion was over. And she glanced at the gramophone again, curious about the fact that apparently the professor had turned the volume up again, and listening to the song that was playing. After a few seconds of listening in silence, she found herself almost unconsciously singing along, softly, but in a clear voice. "Midnight, not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone . . ."

Barry looked around him. He was like that. Too nosy for his own good. He glanced between Cela and ex-ear hair boy as he now would be called as he didn`t know his name and Cela`s boyfreind didn`t suit him. What they seemed to be doing was so sweet, yet for some reason, he didn`t like it. Maybe love potion Barrrry no, its her right to be with Plymouth, shes not your girlfreind, and anyway your not good with potions if you don`t see someone else do it first. Barry smilled always arguing with himself.

The professers warning woke him up from his fantasy land and he focused on the subject at hand, writing questions, he quickly scribbled down what came to his head first:
Barry shook his head, now those scribbles wouldn`t do, he scrutched up the paper and threw it towards the bin, narrowling missing and instead, the paper landed at Plymouths feet, not that Barry saw. He was copying out his notes again, no scribbles included.
Much better, he looked up and waited and observed those around him once more, distracting himself.Elizabeth was singing. That was something to bisy himself in and he sang along with her quitely "..In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind begins to moan."

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Then she sat back, to see what Mari would think of her work, and feeling at least a little better that she'd have something to show when the discussion was over. And she glanced at the gramophone again, curious about the fact that apparently the professor had turned the volume up again, and listening to the song that was playing. After a few seconds of listening in silence, she found herself almost unconsciously singing along, softly, but in a clear voice. "Midnight, not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone . . ."

Mariska looked over at Elizabeth's paper, and decided that her time period had definitely been far to vague to discuss. She read over the questions, thinking that Elizabeth was definitely the better student in this class by far. " Good questions." She said, feeling very much out of her league in the class. She resolved to be better next time; However she figured she'd have to read Hogwarts: A History about twice to be as good as her friend. She read over the questions, thinking about what they could discuss when she heard Elizabeth begin singing a song, one she had heard her sing before. Not knowing the words, Mari simply hummed absentmindedly along with the other girl, her eyes still on the parchment as she did.

Iliana sat comfortably in his lap, closing her eyes as he stroked her fur. She was trying to pay attention to the class. It was why she was here after all. She had to remember to focus. She HAD to remember to come up with a story that would keep Less off of her case. And she had to figure out just what was drawing her back to this man's lessons. A man whom she'd never even met except in passing. But then there was the stroking again and suddenly she had trouble remembering much else. One thing was for sure...coming here in her cat form was proving most interesting.

Stroking the cat, Ethan looked around at the class; most seemed to be done with their questions. In fact, it seemed some of the Ravenclaws were already skipping ahead to the next portion of the class and answering the questions...

... though Truebridge meant for them to answer their own questions. As the note that Celandine had turned into a paper bird, floated toward Plymouth Morgan, Ethan flicked his wand and lazily summoned it. He opened it out and read it out loud, mimicking the voices of his students without actually being aware he was doing so.

"Time Period, the years of Cela," Ethan read out, looking up at the girl, "You would be... thirteen? So from birth....about 2054-2064. Interesting choice, Plymouth Morgan." Truebridge cleared his throat and continued, "Significance of time period, my.... girlfriend..." Ethan paused and eyed the copy of the Quill on his desk before continuing, mimicking Plymouth's voice as he went, "... was born and grew up." Truebridge looked around the class, shoving his sunglasses back up on his head, "So, what Plymouth here has done, is choose a time period he is genuinely interested in and has relevance to his life." Ethan informed the class.

"Questions that need answers from Psuedo Journalist slash Boyfriend Plymouth Morgan... Question one, When is your birthday?," Ethan changed his voice and began to mimic Celandine's voice, "Twenty-fifth of July Twenty fifty-four.. Question two, This music is odd, but if we could and not get in trouble, would you dance with me?."

Truebridge paused and cleared his throat, "I'd like to point out, and I'm sure Barry and Elizabeth would agree," he nodded at the two Ravenclaws who were quietly singing along to the Cats soundtrack, "this music is not weird. It's art." he paused again and added under his breath, "you're weird." he cleared his throat again.

"Yes I love to dance! But this big Hufflepuff dude sitting by me will probably strangle you!" Hmm. Truebridge looked at the big Hufflepuff... 'dude' in question, wondering if he was the strangling type.

"Question three, Would you want to dance with even if it meant getting in trouble?" Ethan continued, straight-faced, "I don't get in trouble... but you might! ...but I would do it." Ethan squinted at the tiny writing at the bottom, "kiss hug kiss."

Truebridge looked around the class, "What information have these questions and answers provided us with?" His face remaiined impassive and his tone completely serious as he looked around the room, clearly expecting an answer.

Abby can't help laughing at Professor Trubridges imitation of Plymouth. "That Plymouth has the hots for Celine....."

Kayla looked up from her notes when professor Truebridge started reading out Cela and Plymouth's questions and answers and she looked towards the thirteen year old. "It means I need to have a serious talk to those two" she muttered under breath and glared at Plymouth. Kayla raised her hand, "It seems they really want to dance with each other and I think we should let them."

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Stroking the cat, Ethan looked around at the class; most seemed to be done with their questions. In fact, it seemed some of the Ravenclaws were already skipping ahead to the next portion of the class and answering the questions...

... though Truebridge meant for them to answer their own questions. As the note that Celandine had turned into a paper bird, floated toward Plymouth Morgan, Ethan flicked his wand and lazily summoned it. He opened it out and read it out loud, mimicking the voices of his students without actually being aware he was doing so.

"Time Period, the years of Cela," Ethan read out, looking up at the girl, "You would be... thirteen? So from birth....about 2054-2064. Interesting choice, Plymouth Morgan." Truebridge cleared his throat and continued, "Significance of time period, my.... girlfriend..." Ethan paused and eyed the copy of the Quill on his desk before continuing, mimicking Plymouth's voice as he went, "... was born and grew up." Truebridge looked around the class, shoving his sunglasses back up on his head, "So, what Plymouth here has done, is choose a time period he is genuinely interested in and has relevance to his life." Ethan informed the class.

"Questions that need answers from Psuedo Journalist slash Boyfriend Plymouth Morgan... Question one, When is your birthday?," Ethan changed his voice and began to mimic Celandine's voice, "Twenty-fifth of July Twenty fifty-four.. Question two, This music is odd, but if we could and not get in trouble, would you dance with me?."

Truebridge paused and cleared his throat, "I'd like to point out, and I'm sure Barry and Elizabeth would agree," he nodded at the two Ravenclaws who were quietly singing along to the Cats soundtrack, "this music is not weird. It's art." he paused again and added under his breath, "you're weird." he cleared his throat again.

"Yes I love to dance! But this big Hufflepuff dude sitting by me will probably strangle you!" Hmm. Truebridge looked at the big Hufflepuff... 'dude' in question, wondering if he was the strangling type.

"Question three, Would you want to dance with even if it meant getting in trouble?" Ethan continued, straight-faced, "I don't get in trouble... but you might! ...but I would do it." Ethan squinted at the tiny writing at the bottom, "kiss hug kiss."

Truebridge looked around the class, "What information have these questions and answers provided us with?" His face remaiined impassive and his tone completely serious as he looked around the room, clearly expecting an answer.

Tobi raised a hand not very high, he didn't want to embarrass Cela, but Professor Truebridge seemed to be looking for an answer, and the one that was most prominent in his mind, (okay second most prominent, as most prominent was that he needed to have a bit of a chat with this Plymouth kid, as the stories in the Quill seemed to be true after all,) was, "That it's not entirely wise to pass notes in your class, and yes, Celandine DOES get in trouble?" Which surprised Tobi a lot actually, Celandine up until this point could do no wrong.

Copernicus glared at his step-brother before raising his hand. "That neither the journalist nor his subject have a particular regard for rules?"

. . . The only thing Willow could was blink.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Half of her brain was praying to the Gods in the sky to stop hating her for one second and not let Trubridge take points from Ravenclaw. The other, however, was commanding herself to NOT start laughing. But, it was too amusing, so in order to disguise the snort that was very close to escape from her, the girl coughed a few times.

And then she cleared her throat. "That Plymouth Morgan obviously cares for Celandine. And viceversa," said the girl, trying to sound --and to look, too-- as serious as Professor Trubridge; naturally, she could not quite manage it, which is why the corners of her rosy lips were attempting to pull up as she spoke. "Also, the dude sitting next to her is rather big. . ." First was Yeah back in Hospital Wing, and now it was Dude.

What is next, Willow Kovac? Flirting and giggling?

Barry shrunk into his seat and looked over to Cela, what had she and Plymouth done? They were in love or well Plymouth was and Cela was just having fun. He quite slowly raised his hand and tried to come up with a answer that was positive, "Sir its quite simple, it shows us that P.Plymouth cares about his g.g.girlfreind" that was so hard to say because Barry didn`t even want to belive half of it "and he wanted to know about the marvolous third year Celandine and I`m sure that some of us would want to know too and her point earning secrets or at least think that its ok." that was easy he actully felt that way Which it is. And that Celandine would hap...pily dance with her b..b..boyfreind" and that was that. He had stopped singing and he sunk back into his seat.

Garret randomly shot out of his seat, pumping his scrawny fists in the air in typical idiotic rabble-rouser fashion, "It tells us that Hufflepuff guys can take on Ravenclaws anyday! YEAAAAAH!" He held up a hand in the air to Maddox, waiting for a high five that was probably never going to come.