Bespectacled Adi peered into the box. Aaaah! Costumes and masks! The Grey Lady had at least kept something that Glendower used to do. Grinning happily, the boy rummaged through the box, digging out clothes nearly similar to the ones New Scamander had worn in that portrait in the Gallery.

When he was done, Adi bounded into the classroom, feeling the bit of chill but it didn't bother him. He loved the cold, you know. His smile widened when he say the Grey Lady. "Professor Helena! Hello!" Did she like his costume? Did she know whom he had dressed up as? Hehe.

The Hufflepuff selected a seat riiiiight at the front of the class. Why? Because he just adored the ghost lady. She was his favourite. Shhhhh! Say NOTHING about that to Friar.

Having a subject be taught by their house ghost was almost like being taught by a family member because she was always around. In the library, in the common room... it was just a little weird. But Benzi was starting to get used to it so he came to the History of Magic lesson with a smile on his face. Or, well, without a frown.

About to enter the classroom, the seventeen year old paused as he noticed the large sign by the door and quickly read it. They needed to dress up...? Sighing, Benzi eyed the variety of costume items and tried to think of a historical figure that was his favourite. He didn't really have a favourite one, so to speak, and he didn't want to dress up as Albus Dumbledore which he figured many people would.

He stared at the pile for a few long moments before an idea came to him and he laughed to himself, very amused. Searching the pile, he finally found an item that he needed - a clip on gold hoop earring. Hehe. Grabbing that and a "Minister for Magic" pin, Benzi waltzed into the classroom and took a seat next to the windows, clearly very pleased with himself.

"Hello Professor," he greeted her with a smile, ignoring the cold he'd come to associate with her classroom and put his bag down. Now, the only question is, how many people knew that Kingsley Shacklebolt wore a gold hoop earring? And, more importantly, did they know who Benzi was dating?

Approaching the classroom, he saw the rack of stuff, yep he did. Benny had to fight back a groan at the thought of finding a costume to work with, and choosing one in the first place. They had done it before with Glendower, but was there a chance that the same items were there in the mix? He supposed so, given where would the Grey Lady get other items unless she requested it from someone more....mortal. That in itself was something he still had to get used to.

Finally he spotted two of the most important things that he needed: a red wig that wasn't clownish and a stuffed dragon. If he wasn't mistaken, he remembered that dragon from before. Putting the wig on and using the mirror to adjust it, the Gryffindor used the makeup to add a few faint scars to top it off before grabbing the dragon and heading inside. "Good day Professor," he greeted the house ghost before moving to take a seat beside Adi.

"Hello Newt."

Henric noticed the rack of costumes,make up and masks outside the classroom and couldn't help wonder what were all those things for. He read the sign and was quite surprised at the task that Professor Grey Lady had asked them to do. Umm...alright then. Henric thought of a wizard who used to be famous back in the day.He had a preference for musicians in the wizarding world and had one band in mind that he really liked. He decided he would dress up as one of the members from one of the popular wizarding world's band "The Weird Sisters". But,he couldn't decide on which member to represent...it was either Myron Wagtail, the lead singer, or Kirley Duke, the lead guitarist of the band. He liked both of them!

In the end he picked Myron as his ultimate bias and quickly picked a long wig to put on his head. Yup. He had long, messy hair...didn't he? Perhaps a black leathery or hairy jacket to go along with the neck choker and long necklace that Myron always wore during his performance in the 90s.

Once putting on other accessories that were band-worthy, he walked into the classroom to greet his HOM professor."Hello professor...what do you think of this outfit? I'm dressed as one of famous wizard musician in the wizarding world."he asked,grinning slightly.

Upon reaching the History of Magic room Hady noticed the rack of costumes. It was just a second later her eyes found the sign and she read over the rule. Having to dress up as someone famous from magical history wasn't to bad.

Deciding to go with the first women that came to mind Mirabella Plunkett. Most should know her since her photo hung inside the castle. Hady shifted through the costumes soon finding a long pale blue dress which she pulled on over her robes carefully and a long red wig. Fixing the wig on her head to hide her hair she looked for one more thing.

Ah-ha! Perfect. A fake fish which she could hold as a prop. It would do well in serving as a hoddock.

Now dressed up the fourth year made her way into the room. "Hello Professor," She greeted with a light smile and a nod at her fellow mates. Selecting a seat in the middle somewhere she waited on the lesson to begin.

It was time for History of Magic and as Janelle reached the door, she noticed the big sign posted for the students. As she began to read, a smile crossed her face. With Professor Glendower gone, Janelle thought their days of dressing up were gone. Not so and she was very glad to be given another change to portray someone famous.

Looking through the costumes, she knew exactly who she wanted to be. Luckily, she was early and the costume she needed was there. Taking out Gryffindor robes, Janelle put them on. Then she loosened her hair and shook it out, to make it puffy and big. It was a stretch, but she was going to be Hermione Granger. Janelle had always been inspired by her. She was smart and courageous, a very good combination.

Checking herself out, Janelle felt really weird in Gryffindor robes. Oh well, she was playing a part so she'd just have to roll with it. "Hello Professor", she said, as she entered the room. Then she found an empty seat and sat down. Janelle had been so focused on getting her look together that she hadn't paid attention to her classmates. She took a moment to check out their costumes and try to guess who they were.

THIS CLASSROOM WAS FREEZING. Kaycee, who hated the cold having grown up in Miami, shivered as she entered the classroom. She glanced at the note instructing them to dress up.

Too bad she didn't really have a favorite historical figure.

... but she did know historical figures. Useful chocolate frog cards were useful. In fact, she just had a chocolate frog today, which, was the inspiration behind her costume.

She grabbed a pair of robes and stuffed another pair of robes under it. She lined it up with her back.

Tah-dah. Gunhilda of Gorsemoor. She was humpbacked and a healer. She was famous for discovering the cure for dragonpox. She had a statue. Famous. Historical.

Mission accomplished.

She offered a small smile to the Ghost Lady Professor as she quickly passed. She then took a seat and waited for the lesson to start.

History of Magic....

Colt wasn't too interested in this subject but he decided to give it a try. He was curious to know how a ghost was gonna teach this subject. He never had a ghost teacher before. As he made his way to the classroom, he felt a slight chill and this room was freezing! He bundled up his scarf closer to his neck. This class was gonna be a long one. As he went to find his seat, he noticed the Professor was there. He blinked to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. He nodded towards her and mumbled, "Hello Professor..."

Then he went to go find his seat near the middle and got out his notebook and waited for things to get moving. Then he noticed the dress up part of the lesson. He saw the costume rack and he noticed he needed to dress up as a famous magical person? Huh...he did not see that coming. He got up from his seat and went to check it out. He scanned through the items and wondered who he could be. He saw an awesome robe and a fake locket. He decided to dress up as Salazar Slytherin.

I found he was the founding father of their house right? I mean why not? Once he was satisfied with his costume he sat down.

Candice was never really good with History and that kind of stuff. But this year they have the Grey Lady as their HOM Professor that made her curious. So with that, the Gryffindor made her way toward the HOM classroom in the first floor. The first thing she noticed when she arrived in front of the classroom was the LARGE rack of costumes and there's also a BIG sign about the new rule. So they need to wear costume for today lesson?

SIGH.

Professors and their weird new rules.

Elladora Ketteridge. She decided to dress up as her. After all she was the first witch who discovered the properties of Gillyweed. After she found a long black wig, she made sure that her Elladora's costume was perfect before she entered the classroom.

OH WAIT!

Her eyes caught a basket full of plastic plant. Nice! She could pretend its a gillyweed. Mow she's ready.

"Hello, Professor." She greeted the Professor with a polite nod before she took a seat.

Leonard Spencer-Moon.

That was who Rooney had decided on. Sure, he had thought about it for a moment or two and considered people such as Perpetua Fancourt, Dorcas Wellbeloved, Albus Dumbledore and Helena Ravenclaw herself. Instead, he chose who he aspired to be in the future. A well-rounded and appreciated Minister for Magic like Minister Spencer-Moon had been.

Donning oversized robes a wig and drawn on stubble, Rooney strode into the classroom for today's History of Magic lesson and found himself a seat in the front row.

His studies of his idol assured him that he should hold himself stiff, but still welcoming. This was a good task for his acting skills. Continuing them whilst at Hogwarts was always an important thing for him.

Brrrr.

Even though she was standing outside the classroom, Paulina could still feel the chilliness as she scrounged around for a costume to wear. She was going to be Phyllida Spore, the famous witch who had written One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. Paulina wished she could be half as great a Herbologist as her idol.

Grabbing a grey wig she placed it on her head. Now she needed some green robes because plants... She'd put them on top of the ones she was already wearing and maybe that would help to further insulate her from the cold. Once that was sorted, Paulina put on some blush and pink lipstick. She didn't usually wear makeup, but figured that was something that a lot of women did - even in the 14th century. Lastly she added a book that she found. That could be an accessory as the Herbology textbook or something. Sadly she didn't have hers on her to use, but whatever.

"Hello, Professor," Paulina said as she stepped inside the classroom. Adi, Benny, Henric, and Hady got waves before she took her seat.

Really did Dante really have to dress up as someone. He did not really like dressing up even on Halloween .All he wore was a white t shirt that had the words Dark Wizard magicked on to it. Simple costume and it worked. Well now Dante had to think of someone and he did not really want to. So he choose Merlin. A famous Slytherin.

Though it was too much effort to dress up as him.

But it was worth it.

"Hello, Grey......Professor"

Still have to get use to calling her Professor. And it was cold in here. Guess ghosts don't have to worry about a room's temperature.

Even with her long white beard, Norah still shivered slightly as she entered the classroom, still expecting warmth that just wasn't there. She adjusted her half-moon spectacles (well, glasses that she'd tried to transfigure into the right shape but were still vaguely lopsided), and waved at the Grey Lady. "Good day, professor."

Good day was something Professor Dumbledore would've said, right? The chocolate frog card never specified what kind of language he'd used. The phrase sounded old-person ish enough, so it'd be okay. She couldn't exactly make her nose crooked so being in character was the next best thing. Norah took a seat near the front of the classroom and began to unpack her note-taking things.

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Having a subject be taught by their house ghost was almost like being taught by a family member because she was always around. In the library, in the common room... it was just a little weird. But Benzi was starting to get used to it so he came to the History of Magic lesson with a smile on his face. Or, well, without a frown.

About to enter the classroom, the seventeen year old paused as he noticed the large sign by the door and quickly read it. They needed to dress up...? Sighing, Benzi eyed the variety of costume items and tried to think of a historical figure that was his favourite. He didn't really have a favourite one, so to speak, and he didn't want to dress up as Albus Dumbledore which he figured many people would.

He stared at the pile for a few long moments before an idea came to him and he laughed to himself, very amused. Searching the pile, he finally found an item that he needed - a clip on gold hoop earring. Hehe. Grabbing that and a "Minister for Magic" pin, Benzi waltzed into the classroom and took a seat next to the windows, clearly very pleased with himself.

"Hello Professor," he greeted her with a smile, ignoring the cold he'd come to associate with her classroom and put his bag down. Now, the only question is, how many people knew that Kingsley Shacklebolt wore a gold hoop earring? And, more importantly, did they know who Benzi was dating?

OOH, they got to DRESS UP. Evie didn't know why, but that was exciting for her. Maybe it was because she liked to dress up in her mum's clothes when she was a little girl and that just never faded away. She still borrowed her mum's clothes sometimes, too, heh. Evie stood in front of the costume box for a good five minutes before she was ready. She was in a GRYFFINDOR quidditch outfit (which felt a little wrong, to be honest), and her hair was pulled back into a french braid, just like Angelina Johnson used to wear back in her Hogwarts days. At least, that was what she had read.

Evie waltzed into class, feeling a little strange but rather confident. "Hello, Professor," she said, greeting the Grey Lady. It was a bit odd calling her professor, but that was her new title...

Spotting her boyfriend, Evie went over and examined his outfit, which didn't quite click until she saw the badge... and the legendary gold hoop earring that ran through their family. And then she stopped. And stared. Really? Her boyfriend was her great-uncle?

*deadpan*

"You're hilarious." Really. She was dying inside.

Brrrrrr.

Noelle was bundled up but now she hd to pick through costumes to be her favorite witch?? Hmmm... This was hard. She had a few witches that stuck with her because of their bravery.

Grabbing this and that, she finally settled on Headmistress McGongall. She was one of the very best headmistresses after Dumbeldores .......... Departure. Noelle even had her grey wig on.

Setting her face in an amused way, but with watching eyes, she made her way into the classroom and sat by Janelle. She gave her a curt nod, "Good day there." She told her but cracked a smile. She was so not going to act like the best Professor McGongall, but she sure would look it.

The antics of History of Magic seemed to be unabated, in spite of the fact that the wonderful former professor was no longer around. Did that mean that their new professor was going to be fun and full of life and interesting and everything? Or was it just a fluke?

Dot paused long enough at the trunk to pull out a Holyhead Harpies pennant, which she pinned to her robes, and a broom. She tucked her hair up into a coronet and tugged on goggles, and then... there. Gwenog Jones, very famous Quidditch player and feminist witch. Dot plunked into a seat and dared anyone to talk to her, in proper Jones style.

Y'know, the weirdest part about all of this was the fact that an actual ghost was going to be their Professor. Sure that probably meant the information would definitely be more accurate... 'Cause the ghosts sort of lived the history, right? Har, har. Lived. 'Cause they're ghosts? Har har. He cracked himself up. Hehe.

And on that note, he was making his way into-- Oh wait. Rules. Why were there always rules? .......... Costume. Costume? So was this Ravenclaw person a big fan of the dramatics too? Merlin, were all history teachers the same? Not that he minded, Glendower was fantastic. But still. Weird. But he had no idea what to dress up as... Errrrr... Swifting through the costumes, he debated whether dressing up as Neville Longbottom would be the right way to go.. Except, he couldn't really think of a way to clearly look like Neville... So he decided to go with the biggest cliche he could've possibly chosen: Harry Potter. Sigh.

As he walked into the room, he pushed the round glasses further up the bridge of his nose. "Hello Professor, merlin it was FREEZING IN HERE. Also, Zander just realized something. He had a disadvantage here. The Ravenclaws KNEW Helena. And she knew THEM. But Zander... Zander wondered if the ghost even recognized his face. 'Cause the Head Boy had never really been around the Ravenclaw table all that much in the past... So man, that meant he had to try extra hard to get into her good books. Clearly the ghost would be biased, he was sure.

The Gryffindor awkwardly lingered near the desk for a few long moments before realizing he actually couldn't think of anything more to add. Ahem. Gonna go find a seat now, thanks. Sorry. Uh. Yeah.

The notice outside the History of Magic classroom could have been expected to have annoyed a certain tiny redhead, but surprisingly Brooklyn actually found it promising. She still had the sneaking suspicion there might be favoritism with the professor having literally been related to a certain House’s founder, but the instruction reminded her of her first year. The lesson when the head girl had gone crazy and tried to take over the lesson, saying she was Maleficent. The lesson where she spent the whole lesson arguing with said head girl, somewhat ignoring what she was actually supposed to be doing. The lesson where she got to dress up. She knew exactly who she was going to be this time.

Digging through what was still available, she found a green robe and a short purple cloak, pulling a green hood over her red hair as she looked through the props. If only she’d managed to convince her parents she was responsible enough to get her gyrfalcon, that would have helped her out. Instead, she made do with a trio of stuffed birds, and a crystal vial. Her costume was complete, and as such, Brooklyn!Cliodne walked into the classroom. “Good day Professor,” she said politely, giving the ghostly professor a nod. She would’ve added a curtsy for good measure, but that would have been difficult between the robes and her props. The props which were promptly set down onto her chosen desk, in a grouping with Hady near the middle.

Angel walked towards the History of Magic classroom, but as she got there she stopped and stared at the make up, so she had to try and make herself into a famous witch or wizard, well it was going to be a witch obviously.

Angel decided to pick Daisy Dodderidge, since it was thanks to her she could get to Diagon Alley, she had been reading up on the history of the place a few weeks back, she then finished her costume as the Professor Ghost Lady had asked and she walked into the room.

"Good Day Professor!" Angel smiled as she went and found a seat, she couldn't wait to see what they were doing today.

Noel was not good costumes, so what was it that he was going to do? Stupid class. He watched as others stepped in one by one and took what they needed. And was that Benzi with a gold earring?

Deciding not to fret over it too much, Noel picked up an eye-patch that had a fake rotating eye on it, and a walking staff. Putting on the eye-thingy, Noel then limped into the class. Alastor Moody, yes.

"Ello professor," he greeted her before finding himself a seat.

He didn't like History of Magic...but he didn't dislike it nearly as much as his magic based lessons either so in the end, Blaise didn't have too much trouble motivating himself to make the walk over to the History of Magic classroom. It was meant to be cool cause ghost Professor and all but Blaise was beginning to think there was nothing you could do to make History fun.

The boy stopped at the costume box, eyeing his option. He wouldn't even ask WHY they had to do it because there were all these stupid rules put up for classes everywhere and this was just another addition. Yeah, he was used to these by now. So much so that his floating quick quotes quill and notepad didn't bother jotting it down this time.

Who would he be? As if there was any real choice! Blaise grabbed the makeshift sword stuffed closer to the bottom of the box and dawned the cape of Godric Gryffindor. NOW he was ready for class and went to take a seat by Dot.

Merlin knew the Slytherin Prefect always so helpful and she was super nice too. He liked her. "Morning Professor."

Though the Magic part of the subject sounded good to Henry, the History part sounded a little boring, but he was rather curious about a ghost teaching the subject. That had to be cool, right? Not that any of that mattered much though as History of Magic was a compulsory subject and he had to be there no matter who would teach it. But he hoped that it would be interesting.

As he neared the classroom, the first year stopped to look at the large rack of costumes. Huh. That was interesting. Favorite wizard from history though.. who might that be? Henry thought about his chocolate frog trading cards. He always liked that dragon guy, Quong Po, and decided to go for him.

Thinking about what he looked like on his trading card, Henry pulled out a long grey, imperial goatee type of beard and put it on. Then he found a cap that was similar in style to what he remembered of his picture and stuck that on his head. Entering class, he nodded to the ghost. "Hello.. professor." That's what he should call her, right? Or should she be addressed as Lady Helena? Trying not to overthink it, he quickly found a seat and waited for class to begin.

History of Magic.

Ugh...

Ava is not a person who enjoys theoretical class like History but since it's a core subject, like it or not she had to attend it. Before she entered a class, the young lioness read the notice. Dressed up like someone's famous? Hmm.... She looked at the box and saw the red wig with old Gryffindor quidditch robe. Okay, she's gonna be Ginny Weasley.

After she wore the properties (the robes and wig of course), she entered the classroom and saw the ghost was already there, floating sitting on the edge of the desk. "Lovely to see you Professor Ghost!"

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WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY????

"I mean... Professor Grey... Ravenclaw." Snap, why she couldn't control her verbal function sometimes? Hopefully she didn't feel offended. Well, did ghost have feeling, dunno. Ava decided to sit at the back row because... This was kind of class she didn't want to sit at the front, or middle row.

So Daxton knew his history, he had done as much reading on the subject as possible, in both the normal and magical world, and he found it quite interesting.

He did not like dressing up.

He also did not have a favourite witch or wizard from magical history, which made it all the more difficult. Daxton peeked into the classroom for a moment, to see how idiotic everyone else looked so far, then turned his attention back to the selection of potential costumes.

A jellyfish hat suddenly caught his eye, and Daxton made a grab for it and snatched it off the rack before anyone else could get it. Uric the Oddball. Sure. He seemed interesting enough, and perhaps it would give him enough creative licence to be about to take his shoes off before going inside. The classroom rules said the appropriate footwear had to be worn, but Daxton figured that at least once in his life, Uric the Oddball must have gone without shoes, so he kicked his own off and shoved them into his bag. Much better.

Spinning the hat around his hand rather than wearing it on his head (because it did look ridiculous and he did not actually want to wear something like that unless it was entirely by choice), Daxton entered the classroom and took up the seat that was as close to the door as he could get, as per his regular routine. Now largely ignoring everyone else in the room, he set his jellyfish hat on his desk and got out his History of Magic textbook to look over before they got started.