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"I haven't had any long conversations with the ones here at Hogwarts, but I often say hi and good morning when I come across them when walking down a hallway." Especially if she had the feeling that some of them were staring at her. "Sometimes they say hi back and ask me how I am. I like them." "But my mother has a portrait of my Great Grandfather back at home in our mansion." She really did live in a mansion. "He was a really famous journalist just like her, and many times he tells me of the interesting people he interviewed and of journalist etiquette and stuff like that. He's famous for interviewing the goblin leaders of the rebellion. Would you like to hear one of the stories?" All of his stories about the goblins were very long, and Kitty wasn't certain how long the professor wanted her to talk. |
Elliot wrinkled his nose a little. He didn't know the girl at his table but, being a first year certainly didn't help. However, he was across from another Slytherin he'd seen a fair bit this term. He peered over looking at the name tag. Jaemin? Jay? Either one he guessed really. He gave them both a small smile turning when the professor started speaking. His question was interesting enough he supposed. Magical portraits huh? Elliot hadn't done much wandering of the castle so he hadn't talked to any at Hogwarts but he did actually have a fond memory of one in particular. He raised his hand smiling. "We have one at home. It's my great grandmother on my father's side. She always tells me about how much trouble my dad used to get into when he was younger." He was sure that wasn't very interesting or informative but it had always made him laugh |
Davie and the Professor Haddie glanced down and read the note and just... now she was angry. Now she hated David Truebridge completely. She was almost shaking, that's how mad she was at this... this... smug little weasel face! UGH! Haddie raised the note, so he could see it, lips pursed, eyes boring into him with a death stare, and tore it into two. Then four. Then... She suddenly realized the Professor was staring at her waiting for her answer. Great. Something else Dodo bird would feel all smug about. She slipped the note into her bag. Getting the Dodo bird, which he still was, regardless, into trouble was not the way she wanted to pay him back. Nope. This was too personal now. No, she was going to learn every hex, jinx and curse she could and cast them all on weasel face. Haddie locked eyes with Davie, glaring at him defiantly, daring him to say anything at all. "I've never talked to magical portrait in my life. Sir." Go on, say something. |
Esme was about to answer Olivia's questions when the Professor started talking again and asked for personal chatter to stop. She would have to talk with her new desk-mate some more later. For now she was watching the teacher's pretty face. History was so boooooooooooring, but he wasn't being boring. Talking to and about portraits seemed pretty interesting to her because they could be rather funny sometimes and share riveting stories. Or so she had heard. Unfortunately she hadn't experienced much in the way of discussion with them. When it came to being her turn, she said, "I haven't had the chance to talk to many portraits, but like other people mentioned, there was a knight. He followed me around talking about going on a quest to slay a dragon." Seemed like he talked to a lot of people from the sounds of it. She wished she had a more interesting story to share. |
It didn't take a genius to know that something or someone at the table across from him was annoying Davie; it really didn't but the Professor said they couldn't do that conversation thing anymore and he would assume that meant no scooting his chair over and inviting him to take a seat with him, Olly and Char. Bet he'd have liked that. Something else that would be liked? His quick quotes quill back, Merlin this Professor could TALK. For his part, Blaise tried scribbling down every word that was uttered but he was no match for the magicked quill that had been confiscated. How was he going to learn? DID NO ONE SEE HOW MANY WORDS HE WAS MISSING OUT??? Sweet Circe this was intense. How did people make notes of everything?? The Gryffindor felt like his hand would burst by the time he was finally done but even then, the compulsion had him scribbling down what everyone else had to offer as well before he could finally take a turn. "I talked to the Fat Lady. She has all sorts of neat stories to tell, didn't even need my quill to make them interesting--though the finished work WAS something." A story that was most likely already embellished then you added the world's best embellishing equipment and everything was set. "There's this other super crazy one that said I stole his boat and he needed it to fight the sea serpent--that turned into another great story to owl home too." Nodnodnod.[/I] |
Scarlett hadn't really interacted with the portraits. She viewed them as PEOPLE, and normal people didn't like being gawked at like they were on display all the time. So she had just left them to their business. But she had had one interaction with one... She raised her hand. "Well when I was exploring, I saw the Gryffindor Fat Lady portrait. I was staring at her and she scolded me and told me to keep moving along," she told the professor. |
Trixie waved back to the Slytherin boy, perhaps they could talk after class since the Professor was now talking and she had to pay attention. Oh! If she had of known that this would be the topic of the day then she would have taken the time to talk to the portraits. But she raised her hand anyway. "I speak to the Fat Lady every day. I give her a word and she opens the door for me." That's all she had unfortunately. |
Dante had heard a lot of good stories from the portraits since wanted he liked to do in the past was wander the castle and talk to then. Annoy some others. But they were interesting to Dante. It was not as easy as say Gryffindor having a portrait as your common room entrance. But yeah he did know some potraits "The only worth while story i heard is from a portrait is some girl transfigured her self into a fish just because she was forbidden to marry a merman. Then nobody saw her again after that. Sad stuff" Though most of the portraits were pretty awesome |
SPOILER!!: Dot and Salander Jr before class Brady? Brady. Oh my gosh. Why was he being so loud. She was about to pipe up and say here. But she couldn't speak. Her face was so red right now and she was so embarrassed. Oh my gosh. Then Professor Finch called him down. Kat slumped down in her seat in embarrassment. Still a red face. And now class was starting. She was so excited. Well now not so much now. Sitting up straight on her seat again. She listened and listened. And portraits? She talked to them. Yes. But mostly when no one else would talk to her or when she was walking to class. Or when she was bored. But no conversation that stuck out but. "There was an elephant in one and I asked for a ride the the seventh floor. The elephant just turned his trunk up at me. It was very rude. I just asked for a ride so I wouldn't be late for astronomy." They say an elephant never forgets well guess what? A Kat never forgets either. |
Oh, the PORTRAITS were so interesting, and Dot sat up straighter to listen to the stories being told. Didn't people know how dead useful those portraits were? They knew everything, saw everything. They were the greatest source of gossip in the school, the fastest to know what was new, and they were helpful if you made it worth their while. Listen up, kiddos. Dot raised her hand. "I have an arrangement with some of the portraits to tell me when they spot people out after curfew. It was easy... I did them a favor, and they do me a favor. Like there's a lady near the kitchens who is too proper to introduce herself to a knight on the fourth floor, so I arranged an introduction. Easy." |
The fact that this professor already knew his name, despite Daxton not sitting at the seat with his own nametag, was very telling. He regarded the man for a moment, taking his time before responding, and glanced around the classroom once more, at which point he caught sight of the girl he had sat directly across from. She had nodded, and at first Daxton only stared, unsure of the protocol for this situation. He blinked at her once, looked briefly at her name on the desk to be sure of who she was (Guidry... Janelle Guidry), then simply nodded in return and looked back at the professor. Rather than give a verbal or written answer, Daxton simply pointed at the nearby door, his way of explaining that he did not want to be too far away from the exit. But the explanation stopped there, as Daxton was not entirely willing to go into the whys and wherefores, nor was he willing to vacate the seat - though technically he had been instructed to move or explain, and had chosen the latter course of action. Nobody else had come to claim this seat, so he could only assume they were not in attendance today, or had themselves claimed a seat that was not originally intended for them. Staying where he was, Daxton continued to turn the marker over in his hands, and remained silent, not providing any insight to the class discussion. It was not something he was able to contribute to in any case; Finch wanted them to talk about their interactions with portraits. Though Daxton had interacted with the Hogwarts portraits in his own way (mainly watching them, researching them, or stalking the subjects as they moved through the portraits throughout the castle until they noticed him, though occasionally he would communicate with them via his notebook, and had even found one or two who could sign or were willing to learn), he could not very well talk about that, nor did he want to. He kept his thoughts to himself, and used the time to listen closely and to think, eventually resorting to drawing on his hands with the marker as he did so. |
'Interesting question' Kaylee thought to herself. She hadn't talk to too many paintings here yet, but the ones she did were pretty intersting. "I talked to a painting that told me about the story about The Weasley Swamp, which was on the 1st floor."It was pretty interesting.' The brunette finished. She wasn't sure if that was what the professor wanted, but that is all she had really. |
(Olly, Char and Blaise responses in spoiler) SPOILER!!: Greeting table friends before lesson started And there it was.. Just like Professor Roderik (or Roddy, as Rooney was still going to call him), Professor Finch -- no, no! Professor Ansley Finch had introduced himself with his first name. So just like before (with Roddy), Rooney raised his hand. "Professor, are we to call you Ansley or Finch?" He didn't mind, either way, but it was fun to know the first names of your teachers. It made him feel like there wasn't much of a difference between them, and that made it all the fun to think about everything else. Like which of the adults in the castle had kissed the others. He bet someone of them had known one another in their heyday and had smooched. MAYBE Professor Roddy had been Professor Moxley's first kiss. He could see it. She was a HOOT. And he was kinda alright. Girls thought he was hot. Portraits?! Leaning closer to Miss Charlotte, Rooney grinned. "One day, when I'm Minister... I'm going to make sure that I get a portrait after I die. Bet I'll be the greatest." Hopefully he'd gave grown into himself by then too. He wouldn't be too lanky or too short or stubby and hopefully he would have a whole lot to talk about if someone cared to listen -- which he really wished would be the case. It would be awfully boring to be a portrait with stories to tell and no one to listen. Roo even supposed that was what this lesson would be about, sorta. As soon as it was his turn to speak, Roo grinned. "Once, in my first year," which had been a time of solid crushes on the Grey Lady, Miss Sophie Brown and every pretty woman teacher... "I was exploring and this painting -- a portrait of two sisters... I think they were twins, Professor. I'm not sure. They looked the same. Maybe it was a reflection - oh, I'm getting off my point, aren't I? So I looked at it a little, because it looked a bit like my Auntie -- but it WASN'T her.. And they, the twins, told me that there's a portrait in the castle of them. But as men." Yes, really. "Haven't found it yet though. Bet they were pulling my leg. Can't even find them now." Actually... maybe it had been a dream?? |
Colt was about to reply to his questions from the group when the teacher ceased all the talking. He shut his mouth and began to listen. He was going to pay attention for his mother. His mother asked him to behave in at least two lessons and he shall honor her wishes. If he doesn't he will face a lot of chores when gets home. Anyways onto the topic. He heard Professor Finch ask about if he encountered any portraits while in Hogwarts. Well he did see some of them in the moving staircases area. Wait a minute he had seen one before. He raised his hand, "Professor I have seen and talked to Basil Fronsac. He told me how he was the previous headmaster of the school. I also had to solve a riddle in order to get his password." Man and was that riddle hard and even the password was even a tongue twister sometimes. |
For Roo, Olly, Blaise Charlotte actually only noticed Olly at her table at the same time as Blaise sat down, mostly because she was caught between the side hug from Roo, and also waving over at Davie (and being a BIT put out that Ava got to sit with her best friend, and her best friend got to sit with her dormmate), and also noticing Daxton (and being tempted to speak up helpfully to explain to the professor about him) and THERE WAS ALREADY so much going on, but eventually both Olly and Blaise got happy greetings from her too. She looked down at her name tag with the little drawings that Roo had done on there. "Is that one YOU, ROO? You should draw Blaise and Olly TOO! We're a team now, HISTORY TEAM. We need a cool team name. And a theme song." But before she could warm to the subject the professor started talking. ......... a lot. ................oh my Merlin so much talking. ..... Charlotte switched off. And then Roo was talking and she looked at him. Minister. Oh. "You don't have to be dead to have a portrait though!" Right? Maybe he could get one like NOW. And his story was cool, and she stifled a giggle at Davie's admission about blindfolds. Well yes. And OOH she had talked to Davie's MUM in portrait form before! Ah so that's what the question was then! Did she have something to say about them? Sure! She stuck her hand up. "At my grandparents estate there are tons of portraits, all our ancestors and stuff like in order, they always tell me to be quiet, and its a fun game to try and sneak past them at night time, I can only get as far as the 1600s before I wake someone up though!" |
Kind of late, sorry! SPOILER!!: Entering and sitting with someone The fourth year wrote down all of the notes, trying not to write down every single word the professor was saying but finding it hard. What if he needed to know all of it?? You could never be too sure. Once Professor Finch started leading into asking the first question however, Ollie began doodling on his paper. He knew he wanted every single student to say something but why did he have to say something? He really couldn't even think of a good thing to say. He continued doodling, trying his best to draw a picture of Kali (and failing) when he realized the person at the desk next to him was already talking. That meant he was next. Cool. Oliver paused for a minute, trying to figure out what exactly to say but he just couldn't. He shrugged and said, "I haven't spoken to a talking portrait really. I waited outside of the Gryffindor common room once for my sister...and the Fat Lady was talking but I kind of tuned her out?" He blushed as he ended his sentence, slowly realizing more and more how rude that was...but really. The woman could talk and he just wanted to see his sister. |
SPOILER!!: zomg, Ilia, Mel and Dante The cool kids table, HA! nice... and Mel-burn (because he was totally going to keep that up) was fitting in fairly well, considering it was now boy-dominated. She got a smile. Zeke took to fiddling with his name tag, but didn't bother to embellish his, even as Dante made edits to his own. HA! "Nice one," he grinned. Shoving the name card away, Zeke opted to pull out his text and parchment from his bag, he may as well LOOK like he was ready to work. But then, a slight groan of distaste left his lips at the sound of HER voice. Really? She had to be in their group? He hadn't even thought to check the other tag. He didn't return her general greeting, certain that it didn't extend to him as well. Instead of saying anything at all, he simply chose to flip his text open and stare at the pages, or better yet... no, he would work on his arithmancy exercise. That. Yes. Inking his quill, he lazily set about doing that... .... and then the Professor started speaking. SPOILER!!: Prof His speech wasn't nearly as engaging as his book exercise, and while he had TRIED to maintain eye contact and looking to the front and trying on the whole 'respect' thing for size, he just wasn't feeling it. Sneaking peaks at his work, he made a correction and continued his calculation before looking back up. History was written by the victors. Mmhmm. There's your answer, Professor. Despite it being a rhetorical question. Past events, recent events... weren't all events technically past events? And if they were 'recent' would they even be in the OWLs assessment? See, this was why he disliked the subject. For that reason, and because it was boring. What WAS amusing though, was that they were talking portraits, which actually reminded him strongly of the hogwash story he'd fed to Professor Flamsteed last year when he was caught skipping this very subject. Interviewing portraits for a project he had said... perhaps he ought to consider a career as a History of Magic Professor... pfffft. HA! SPOILER!!: Dot And then Dot happened. She had his attention. Yes. The whole portrait agreement thing, nifty, but it didn't seem to affect him. He hadn't been caught breaking curfew for some time, he liked to think he perfected the art. Nice try, but apparently irrelevant. ... But... he was expected to say something, wasn't he? Sigh. Hand up, he offered all he cared to share. "The Fat Lady portrait, Sir... she never shuts up, tells lots of stories..." and none that he properly listened to. So. Boo. |
So her table-mate had seen her. Clearly Janelle had caught him off guard with her silent greeting. Daxton checking out her nametag did not go unoticed by the Ravenclaw. When he acknowledged her with a head nod of his own, Janelle was pleased. That was something. Not wanting to push her luck with the younger boy, she looked away. Baby steps. Before she knew it, class was starting and Professor Finch began his opening statement. Janelle listened with interest, as she hoped to get some insight into his plans for the year. Then she realized that they would probably be interacting with portraits at some point during class. As the professor asked the first question, Janelle frowned. Had she had any interaction with the portraits at school or otherwise? Reluctantly, Janelle raised her hand. Unfortunately, she did not have a great deal to add to the conversation. "I haven't really had a proper conversation with any of the portraits. I've really only said hello or had a very quick chat with some of them in passing. No storied, just a hi, how are you?" Having said that, Janelle realized how she had probably wasted an opportunity to gain some knowledge about a variety of things. She would have to pay more attention to the portraits and the people in them. |
SPOILER!!: the 'good times' gang Melbourne just nodded when Dante gave his name…the grin only growing whens he heard him sassing. SHE LIKED HIM ALREADY not just his face but his sass was awesome. Would it be bad if she asked him to train her in the ways of the sass? “Nice to meet you Dante,” she nodded and then listened as students began to talk about their run-ins with portraits…so…she had to be careful with the portraits near the kitchens then. Alright. That was noted. “that is a sad story…and so stupid of her” she rolled her eyes and huffed. “I mean don’t change yourself for people and really…if your animagus form is a fish you’ll just end up getting eaten by someone or drying up on a beach somewhere. Really.” That girl, was a few rocks short of a pile. Mel gave Zeke a smile back…not spotting the interaction between Zeke and Ilia would have been as likely as getting eaten by a shark in a fresh water pool. “I’m making a note of that” Mel muttered under her breath and simply wrote to get the patterns of the portraits down…maybe she needed to invest in sneak-a-scopes, deluminators, and Peruvian instant darkness powder. Raising her hand, “the fat lady tried to tell me about how she used to be a singer…and then she started telling me I was too impatient when I tried to pry the door open” she admitted with a grin. Yep. Patience of a gnat. |
Text Cut: Carl and Henric Ariadne watched a fourth group member, another Hufflepuff, join them. She was overflowing with hufflepuffs now! That didn't bother her, though. They were supposedly really friendly people. Too bad she couldn't say hello to the fourth group member. The professor started class just then and clearly told everybody to stop talking. They did get a little grin from her, though. Text Cut: emjay Ariadne listened to all the portrait stories that other people had to share. She didn't have any really cool ones, thought, which kind of bummed her out. Davie had a really awesome story to tell! He had blindfolded portraits in the Headmaster's office? COOL! Charlotte had a funny story to tell, too! Ariadne would make games out of those portraits, too! It sounded like loads of fun! She wished she had some interesting story to tell the class, but she honestly didn't. She should really get out more. Either that, or her family needed a lot more portraits around the house. She raised her hand. "My daddy used to be the Minister of Magic here in Great Britain, and he had some portraits of former Ministers in his office. Whenever I would visit him, I always tried to be perfectly quiet and still when I was in that office. There were just SO MANY Ministers looking at you at one time!" she explained. Ariadne had NEVER been perfectly quiet and still, though. She hadn't been sure if it had been her imagination or what, but all those Ministers always seemed to be eyeing her at the exact same time. Intimidating! |
Their table was now complete with this Gryffindor girl (Jeslyn) joining her, Azura and Austin. Rachel smiled warmly at her. "Hello. The more the merrier.'' Looking over at Garreth, she was pleased to see that the student who had joined him was none other than Tia. Rachel sat up slightly straighter in her chair as Finch began his class. She was going to hang on to every one of his words. Yes, she did know him. He was the only Professor, besides Myers, she knew prior to actually arriving at the Castle. Indeed the use of portraits were an excellent way of gaining knowledge on history. As Finch cast his attention on the sheets, so did Rachel. Suddenly, something clicked as she heard louder voices. There were portraits under those sheets. How exciting! When her time came, the Eagle said, ''I haven't talked to any portrait extensively, Professor. I only said hello to a few of them.'' |
Ailsa stayed fairly quiet as the other students gave detailed and interesting answers. For the first real time she felt a bit of loss given her mostly muggle upbringing. The moving pictures and paintings tended to freak her father out a little to begin with and since they largely lived in the muggle world it didn't really do to have such things around for visitors to see. Even here at Hogwarts she hadn't really had much interaction with such paintings. The weather had been too nice for her to stay inside with the paintings and as interesting as they might have been it just wasn't a simple matter to bring one along with her for an afternoon under a tree as she could do with her books. Aside from having observed that they were a thing, Ailsa didn't have anything to share. |
Text Cut: before the discussion question The comment that was obviously not directed at them only made Brooklyn feel like her idea about the lesson was valid. She figured there had to be something that could talk back that the professor was speaking to, and the question that was then directed at the class only proved that more. He’d have no reason to ask about interactions they’d had with paintings unless there was a reason. Granted, she preferred not speaking with the portraits, but she could at least feign that she was listening to the stories the others were telling. Dot seemed to have the right idea, anyway. Making deals with the portraits would be something she would do, considering it just made sense to find ways they could be useful. She just hadn’t had any reason to use the idea. |
Class was starting! Penelope stopped drawing butterflies and sat up attentively. Conversations with portraits? "I haven't talked to the portraits much, but a lot of them have interesting stories to tell, some of which we can learn history from." Were they going to be talking to portraits today? A whole lesson on portraits? Maybe the history behind some of them. Could be exciting, unless they got the ones that talked too much. Preparing to take notes, she took out parchment, ink, and a quill. She smiled at Dima. Hi. Still looking at you. Penelope shifted her attention between the professor, other students who were giving answers to the question, and always back to looking at Dima. She twirled her hair around her finger with the hand that wasn't being used to take notes. Wait, why had Dima's name suddenly appeared in her notes about portraits? What was she doing? Notes were not supposed to be for doodling. Totally paying attention to the lesson here. |
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Magical portraits. There were quite a few here at Hogwarts that Carl had encountered. Some inhabitants were nice, others were - strange. Like that Knight would would go around yelling dumb things. That must be the portrait some of the other students were talking about. He decided not to mention him because he did not want to be rude. So, who else had he talked to? When it was his turn, Carl had an answer ready. "There was this Queen sort of lady, who greeted me and taught me how to get to my classroom. I was lost," he explained. Pity he did not know her name. |
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