For his part, Professor Truebridge strolled over to join the students on the curve, placing himself smack bang in the middle.

"Interesting. So, how about... with the end where Celandine, Evolette, Nikki, Dominic, Willow, Daphne, Rhea, Jack and LouAnn are currently standing representing very important, and this other end where the muggleborn students are currently standing representing not at all important, place yourselves on the line to answer the next question." He looked around and stepped off the line.

"In your personal experience, how much does your blood status matter?"

Audio, still remaining silent, decided to take the observing part of this class. But when asked to pick the spot in the line- he was fairly certain that he was around where Chris stood, but then he thought for a moment. He knew for a fact that both of his parents were purebloods and the parents before them as well. But somehow he got this feeling that there was some muggle blood somewhere at least. Yet it was still unknown, so he moved to the far end.


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Hearing the next question, Audio stayed where he was. Growing up he was taught that it was important, that it was something that mattered a whole lot. Was it his personal opinon? He wasn't really sure... but the question was asking about his 'personal experience' and... didn't that mean that he should stay? He bit his lip as he waited for the others to move.

"This isn't the mixed bag of the Wizarding world," Copernicus laughed, crooking his elbow around Plymouth's neck and dragging him down for a fist to the scalp. BEHAPPYRIGHTNOWOK?!?!

"We know where we belong. Right here. Together."

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz (Post 8649093) "Yeah. Alphabetical is best. Morgan-Kettleburn doesn't sound as good." Plymouth shrugged and let Cope lead him to the line. He pocketed his hands and hoped that they were about to start a rousing game of Red Rover. That was a fun game. Plus, there were lots of pretty girls in the class to run at... Plymouth sighed. "It's alright," he vaguely answered Copernicus. He offered a half-smile to Abby, but didn't add to her assessment.

"Whatever, whatever. Morgan-Kettleburn then. Hate to have to figure that one our in Arithmancy, considering Copernicus already has 10 letters, right?"

At that question, Copernicus pointed to the far side of the room, the end where no one had gathered. "What do you think, Plym? Does blood matter to you?"

Wait...what? Suddenly confused by the question, LouAnn stepped off the line and simply stood on a blank area of the floor. At first she'd thought the professor had asked how much bloodlines mattered in general in their opinion. When she thought about it, though, he'd asked how much bloodlines mattered in regards to personal experiences the students had been through, right?

LouAnn sort of glanced from left to right, watching her classmates move about the room, then hesitantly stepped back onto the line. She'd never had anyone speak to her or treat her any differently due to her bloodline. She'd heard of others treated differently, though. So, did that count...or not? With a questioning look on her face, LouAnn moved down to the 'not very important' side.

Cela chewed on her lip and couldn't help but glance first at Plymouth and then Copernicus. Personal experience not personal opinion, right? In her experience it was very important.

Very.

It directly controlled so much of her life.

So Celandine looked at the floor and stayed right where she was.

In her personal experience--did blood status matter? Judith Hopton's voice echoed in her mind in a deadly whisper as the answer to her question.

She swallowed a small noise and remained right where she stood.

Erm.

Participation right? Key thing about attending classes was to participate... yada yada yada. Why did she even come to this class? The topic was a sensitive topic and if she said something wrong, who knew if she'd make an eternal enemy out of them and Livvy didn't need any more people hating her. No thank you!

So.... Livvy thought about it for a few moments and moved to the well... 'iffy' side. It sorta did matter a bit... right? She inched more over to where the 'important' side was.


Well... the professor's questions brought out deep thoughts... she'd give him that.

Aha! Now, this question she knew instantly. Considering the fact she'd never given her blood status much thought, obviously, the answer to that question was in fact not at all important. Lucy walked a few steps to the very end of her side of the line in response to this question.

But then Lucy began to think of the many meanings this question could have. Did he mean how much it mattered to her, how much it probably mattered to the rest of the world, or...hmm. Lucy shook her head, and stood still in her position on the line, not wishing to move. If it was indeed her first thought (and she did not doubt it was), then she had answered correctly.

Dominic blinked as he noticed there were quite a number of students with him at the right side of the line. Of course there were still a handful of others to the left, the seventh year wondered if all of them truly had no muggles in their family history.

Before he could dwell much on the subject, the question changed. How much did it matter? Hearing Lena's voice in his ears, Dominic closed his eyes trying to shut her out. Opening his eyes, he glanced down the line towards Truebridge, hoping that the History Professor was not judgmental of their personal experience.

Because unfortunately, in his personal experience, it did matter.

Rhea stepped back and continued to do so until she bumped into someone standing in the middle.

She had never thought about her pureblood and how much it mattered, she didn't think it did and her family had never made an issue about it, though, they didn't make it their personal business to find out who was pureblood or not. She found she was horrified by the question and cast a questioning look at her professor. She didn't want to participate, but knew it was best she did.
How much in her personal experience did blood matter?
Though she didn't agree with it she knew it did..a whooooooooole lot. Sighing she remembered the fliers the boy had put up on the train. That wasn't an issue of pureblood..it was an issue of wereblood, but weren't all prejudices the same?

She took a step closer to the right, then a step back again. Her mind was in constand conflist with her heart.

"It matters," Copernicus admitted quietly to Plymouth's back. He wished he could go to the side where it didn't matter at all. His grandmother was a crazy Muggle with a house full of books and cats and weird yet enticing foods. His mother's side of the family simply didn't care about blood, but cared about what you could do and who you could help.

But his father was a diplomat, and Cope would be lying to say that blood didn't matter to people. Having a long standing name like Kettleburn would open doors for him that might not open for others. And even the name alone might not be enough for a family like the Toussaints. Blood mattered to him because it mattered to them.

He stayed right in the middle, but he crossed his arms to indicate he was not happy about it.

"Interesting. I see many of you have come across situations where it still matters, not necessarily because you personally think that it does, but perhaps because family members do? Perhaps some of you have a name to live up to? A history?" Professor Truebridge asked rhetorically as he looked around the students. There were many shifts indeed. He took a few steps and placed himself somewhere between 'it doesn't matter' and the middle.

"One more. Now this one is harder and you don't have to participate if you don't want to. The question is 'how much, in your opinion, should blood status matter?"

"In my opinion, it shouldn't matter at all." But what does Abby know? She tends to be a bit of an oddball in most people's opinions.