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As you walk into the History of Magic classroom, you might first notice the five rectangular objects covered with sheets and propped up along the front wall. They are covered more for the benefit of the objects underneath, from which quiet murmurs can be heard occasionally, rather than for any kind of surprise or secrecy.
Professor Finch is found leaning casually against his desk at the front of the room, waiting for students to arrive as he greets each one. "Good morning.. please take your seat at the table marked with your name." He gestures to the multiple tables with four chairs each that fill the room instead of traditional desks. There are four nametags at each table, already filled out with names of the students enrolled in this class, in a random order. Hopefully this will help him retain the names that he still has trouble remembering at times, though he will know if you are sitting at the incorrect name.
Also located at the center of each table is a small caddy with several colors of markers, paint pens, glitter glue, and a handful of stickers. "Feel free to embellish your nametags if you'd like while we wait for everyone to arrive." Or not, it didn't matter to him. But he knew that people needed to express themselves in their own individual way at times, and it was often good to occupy young people while there downtime.
OOC- Come on in and take a seat! The names are in random order so it is up to you at which table your character's name is located, but it's likely that they aren't sitting next to their best friend. But as Professor Finch would say - think of this as broadening your horizons and giving you the opportunity of getting to know someone new! =)
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[/spoiler]Well, this was more like it. Her throngs of fans have arrived and they gave her the proper respect she deserved. And that Charlotte girl – obviously well-bred. Just listen to her manners! She graced the girl with the faintest of smiles. What would she like to be called? “Madame Bullstrode will do nicely, or even Ms. Bullstrode.” They were not acquainted with her well enough to be on a first name basis. Though she appreciated the compliment about her name because she quite agreed. “I don’t know of any other Violetta’s in my family. It’s a special name, all my own. And I am the youngest of four.” The baby of the family, spoiled too, though she wouldn’t have called it that exactly.
So many, many questions… she could hardly keep them all straight. What lengths she would go to for her fans. “I was born in the year 2000 in a village called Haslemere,” she began, trying to summarize several questions into one answer. “I attended the academy from 2011 to 2018. Though of course I began school with much talent, by the time I left, I was able to play 15 musical instruments, leading me to compose and solely perform the well-known operetta, Who Cast the Spell on Music?” Certainly they knew about it? But perhaps they weren’t as cultured as she. Or maybe she was only a star in her own mind. She looked squarely at the boy whose father was a possible classmate. “What is your father’s name? Is he also a brilliant musician?” And then another boy asking about her talents. “I sing, I pl- …do I what?! I most certainly do not! I’m not a trained pony.” THE VERY IDEA!
A trained pony? Tenacius had burst out laughing, then clapped his hand over his mouth. That was one way of putting it innit? Trotted out like a trained pony. Although that Muggle lady was hardly what he called horse-faced. No sir no indeedy.
But then this Violetta lady said she played 15 musical instruments! "Whoaahhh!..." the curly top breathed "What instruments do you play? Didja play the drums??"
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The 1600's? WHOA. So dude was like WAY OLD. And he had worked at the Ministry, so he was some sort of hot shot huh? Scarlett smiled. He seemed pretty cool - now what did he help vote on? Hmmm. She had to remember her history here. What had happened during the 1600's? She thought and thought before the answer finally popped in her head.
"OH! OH! Did you vote on the Statute of Secrecy?" she asked with a grin. That HAD to be it. She couldn't remember anything else that important in their history - well, nothing that wasn't like, the Wizarding War, which was way later.
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SPOILER!!: Violetta
Well, this was more like it. Her throngs of fans have arrived and they gave her the proper respect she deserved. And that Charlotte girl – obviously well-bred. Just listen to her manners! She graced the girl with the faintest of smiles. What would she like to be called? “Madame Bullstrode will do nicely, or even Ms. Bullstrode.” They were not acquainted with her well enough to be on a first name basis. Though she appreciated the compliment about her name because she quite agreed. “I don’t know of any other Violetta’s in my family. It’s a special name, all my own. And I am the youngest of four.” The baby of the family, spoiled too, though she wouldn’t have called it that exactly.
So many, many questions… she could hardly keep them all straight. What lengths she would go to for her fans. “I was born in the year 2000 in a village called Haslemere,” she began, trying to summarize several questions into one answer. “I attended the academy from 2011 to 2018. Though of course I began school with much talent, by the time I left, I was able to play 15 musical instruments, leading me to compose and solely perform the well-known operetta, Who Cast the Spell on Music?” Certainly they knew about it? But perhaps they weren’t as cultured as she. Or maybe she was only a star in her own mind. She looked squarely at the boy whose father was a possible classmate. “What is your father’s name? Is he also a brilliant musician?” And then another boy asking about her talents. “I sing, I pl- …do I what?! I most certainly do not! I’m not a trained pony.” THE VERY IDEA!
There were others now asking the portrait questions as well which made it just a little big tougher to come up with her own. Though at the same time it was helpful as it gave a lot more for Hady to wrote down on her parchment. And write it all down she did. This could be used in the paragraphs she had to write later.
Fifteen instruments though? Now that was certainly something. "Wow Madame Bullstrode that's amazing! Which instrument is your favorite to play?" Surely she had one she preferred over all the others.
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Rachel looked unabashedly at Haddie. She was expecting this kind of response from her friend and she was not disappointed. "We'll see about you having my cupcake,'' she said. Haddie might be more forceful and demanding but Rachel certainly had made it her goal not to give into everything. She smiled at the girl as she went to sit nearby. She had achieved her goal; Haddie giving into her this time. She was staying.
Rachel now turned her attention back to Augustus and his group which now included Tia. She smiled broadly at her student idol then went back to making a few notes about Augustus. If she were going to be presenting then she had to ensure she had all the information. "Oh! A potioneer. How interesting. Was there any particular potion or potions he invented or improved?'' Potions happened to be the girl's worst subject.
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What did he do? “Why he was a great potioneer!” Augustus beamed brightly. Such satisfying work it was, brewing potions. And he was proud for others to know about his work. Fashion? He looked at one of the girls and shook his head. “No, can’t say I was ever too fussed about my appearance. More important things at hand…” He smiled politely at the next young lady to arrive. “Hello there! Oh the library is all well and good, but I prefer more practical applications than theoretical ones. I like to get my hands dirty.” He wiggled his fingers at her. He glanced again at the curly-haired boy. "Oh you apply it topically, but I am sure there are ones you can drink too." There were potions for everything, and if there weren't, someone could invent them. "Don't you currently use any?"
He was a potioneer??"Wow! So you're like... 'Potions Master Flume'? " did he get that name right? Seeing his hair, and knowing what he does now, everything is starting to make a lot of sense. "Oh ok... topically." Nod nod nod bounced his curls. "No, not using anything right now," he replied to the Potioneer's question as he ran his fingers through his hair "Just shampoo and some oil afterwards. But but..." because he really wants to have hair until he gets as old as this guy so urgent whispering now "... Do you have the ingredients and instructions on how to make your potion? I mean will it work for curly haired people like meeee?
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"What was the first game you won?" she asked excitedly - she had never seen a live Quidditch game before and she had a bigger admiration of the players due to their lack of fear of heights.
Mr. Kegworth had been a Ravenclaw, just like Garreth! The moment he learned that fact, he knew he had not chosen the wrong portrait. The boy's admiration for the painted man was already beginning to take shape. "What do you mean, not as stimulating? Does it feel.. two dimensional?"He didn't expect an answer to that one, as the moment he said it, he realized it was probably a little rude. He observed the man as he answered the other student's questions, and furled his brow, trying to come up with another - more appropriate - question to ask.
"Mr. Kegworth?" he found a quiet moment to ask his question. Rather inspired by Ava's earlier question about the reason Elliot had been painted in the first place, as he had intended on asking just that, he instead thought of something perhaps a little less relevant, but interesting to him nonetheless.
Fun Sucker Finch.Well guess that mean Dante had to get on thinking of four more questions. That was just too much work. They had a good plan. Even displayed teamwork Finch. Now you just ruined it. Sigh. Dante go up and went over to the portrait. Looks like he would have to get this thing started. Might as well just be as blatant as possible with his question
"So Bullstrode, Did your parents hate you when they named you?"
It was a question. With a name like Violetta Bullstrode, Dante also wondered if they were sane.
Though he guessed there are worst names imagine having the last name Quackenboss.
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Wow, Violetta was giving a ton of information. Esme made a mental note of everything so that they could write their paragraphs about her.
AND she could play multiple instruments!! That was pretty cool despite the fact that the woman seemed like an old grump. She'd never disrespect her, however, and not just because Professor Handsome wouldn't like it.
"That's really impressive," she told the portrait with a smile. "Me and my mother are both musically gifted as well." Somehow she had a feeling that Violetta wouldn't appreciate anything done by Lima and the Lemurs, but the fact remained that they were both gifted. "What was your favourite instrument to play?" Hers was the piano!
Smiling at Olivia, Esme wondered what her next question would be. They were going to do great on their presentation, she was sure of it!
"What was the first game you won?" she asked excitedly - she had never seen a live Quidditch game before and she had a bigger admiration of the players due to their lack of fear of heights.
Artemesia smiled at the excited little fan. She loved to share her passion with others who felt the same way. “Oh.. do you mean professionally? I thiiiink..” Oh her memory was just so terrible. “It was against the Harpies, yes.” She nodded now, certain of it. And that was the first time she had met that awful Cherrine Mc Fancie.
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"Hey Augustus...are you friends with the other three portraits in this room? Do you talk to them a lot?"It might have been a gossip question, but Kitty was honestly curious.
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Rachel now turned her attention back to Augustus and his group which now included Tia. She smiled broadly at her student idol then went back to making a few notes about Augustus. If she were going to be presenting then she had to ensure she had all the information. "Oh! A potioneer. How interesting. Was there any particular potion or potions he invented or improved?'' Potions happened to be the girl's worst subject.
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He was a potioneer??"Wow! So you're like... 'Potions Master Flume'? " did he get that name right? Seeing his hair, and knowing what he does now, everything is starting to make a lot of sense. "Oh ok... topically." Nod nod nod bounced his curls. "No, not using anything right now," he replied to the Potioneer's question as he ran his fingers through his hair "Just shampoo and some oil afterwards. But but..." because he really wants to have hair until he gets as old as this guy so urgent whispering now "... Do you have the ingredients and instructions on how to make your potion? I mean will it work for curly haired people like meeee?
Were they his friends? Augustus craned his neck into the corners of his frame to try to sneak a peek at the other portraits. “Well, I’ve never seen the women before..” But the one called Violetta was beautiful! Perhaps he could be introduced? He looked at her a tad longer before looking at the other men, squinting a bit. “Hmm, no, can’t say were friends, though I know of them.” There were so many portraits in this castle. “Why yes!” He beamed brightly at Rachel. “I.. or he.. discovered many uses for Bundimun in potion making, including brewing the very successful Bundimun Pomade!” He even ended up making it for a potion company where it was sold many years ago. “The instructions, of course.. I.. well.. I’m sure it’s in a textbook or potions book found in the library..” Well, that was slightly embarrassing, but unfortunately he was not actually Augustus Flume the person and could not hold all of his memories or details.
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But then this Violetta lady said she played 15 musical instruments! "Whoaahhh!..." the curly top breathed "What instruments do you play? Didja play the drums??"[/COLOR]
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Fifteen instruments though? Now that was certainly something. "Wow Madame Bullstrode that's amazing! Which instrument is your favorite to play?" Surely she had one she preferred over all the others.
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"So Bullstrode, Did your parents hate you when they named you?"
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"That's really impressive," she told the portrait with a smile. "Me and my mother are both musically gifted as well." Somehow she had a feeling that Violetta wouldn't appreciate anything done by Lima and the Lemurs, but the fact remained that they were both gifted. "What was your favourite instrument to play?" Hers was the piano!
As snobbish as she was, Violetta did not mind talking about her favorite subject, herself music. “How delightful,” she nodded to the young girl who was also musically gifted. “What have you and your mother performed?” She wouldn’t mind hearing a little bit about it, especially if it was relatable. “I suppose my favorite instrument is the piano.. no, the harp. Does anyone know how those two instruments are similar?” She did, by the way. “Hmm.. percussion instruments are not my favorite, but I’m able to play the drums if I need to.” With much restraint of course.
She was about to elaborate on just what instruments she did play, but then her eyes flashed at the boy who was obviously raised by wolves considering his utter lack of manners. “Insolent child! Remove your nasty and rude little self from the vicinity of my frame this instant!” She would not tolerate being spoken to in that way.
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Four hours? Imagine if you had to wait four hours to get your picture taken. There would be no pictures of Olly, that was for sure. He could barely sit still for twenty minutes let along four hours. Wow. How awful. Maybe that's how this guy had died. Of boredom. Which reminded him of another question. "How did you die?"
Wait, back to his original line of questioning. He had been going somewhere with that. "Why did you have a portrait painted? Was it because you did something interesting?" You never know. It was possible that he had just happened to have a portrait painted and only became famous after the fact. It seemed unlikely that someone would willingly sit for four hours without a good reason, but still possible.
”I do not know how the man Lucian Warrington died. That was after I was painted.” And he did not keep up with those details, it was insignificant to a portrait. He frowned a little at the boy. Had he not been listening when he was speaking? He essentially answered that when another asked something similar and he hated to repeat himself. “As I just said, I wrote an important piece of legislature after a significant battle warranted it be put into action.” Now if he wanted specifics, he needed to ask. These children needed to stop with shortcuts and making him do all their work for their assignment.
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"OH! OH! Did you vote on the Statute of Secrecy?" she asked with a grin. That HAD to be it. She couldn't remember anything else that important in their history - well, nothing that wasn't like, the Wizarding War, which was way later.
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Mr. Kegworth had been a Ravenclaw, just like Garreth! The moment he learned that fact, he knew he had not chosen the wrong portrait. The boy's admiration for the painted man was already beginning to take shape. "What do you mean, not as stimulating? Does it feel.. two dimensional?"He didn't expect an answer to that one, as the moment he said it, he realized it was probably a little rude. He observed the man as he answered the other student's questions, and furled his brow, trying to come up with another - more appropriate - question to ask.
"Mr. Kegworth?" he found a quiet moment to ask his question. Rather inspired by Ava's earlier question about the reason Elliot had been painted in the first place, as he had intended on asking just that, he instead thought of something perhaps a little less relevant, but interesting to him nonetheless.
"Who painted you?"
”You are a very smart girl!” Elliot beamed at the girl who had guessed correctly. “Are you sure you are not a Ravenclaw?” But no, she wore the colors of Hufflepuff. “I actually helped to put that law into action as it was very needed at that time.” He gave a kind smile to the young Ravenclaw boy. “I suppose two-dimensional is a good way of putting that. It’s very limiting, but I’m also not a real person either so I don’t completely know the full value of that.” Even if he was a magical portrait of a person who once lived, he was merely a shadow of him. “Unfortunately I don’t remember the chap’s name, it was a very long time ago… but he was quite nice, if not a little quiet.”
Did Professor Finch just offer to take her on as his apprentice? It did sound that way. Hady's frown was gone and she was once more grinning. "I am Sir and I would. I'd certainly put forth all my effort into learning." She assured him with a firm nod of her head. Taking on another task probably wasn't the best idea but she would sooooo love to do this on her own. Please say yes, please!
That kind of passion and enthusiasm was exactly what Ansley liked to see in a student and it was that which made him enjoy teaching. "Good. If you are willing to learn and work hard, then I would be happy to teach you. See me in my office after class." Or if she had another class right after it could be later, but he was happy to have a prospective painting apprentice. For now though, the class had an activity and assignment to complete, so they could discuss this matter later.
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Fun Sucker Finch.Well guess that mean Dante had to get on thinking of four more questions. That was just too much work. They had a good plan. Even displayed teamwork Finch. Now you just ruined it. Sigh. Dante go up and went over to the portrait. Looks like he would have to get this thing started. Might as well just be as blatant as possible with his question
"So Bullstrode, Did your parents hate you when they named you?"
It was a question. With a name like Violetta Bullstrode, Dante also wondered if they were sane.
Though he guessed there are worst names imagine having the last name Quackenboss.
Ansley continued walking around the room, observing the students as they got to work with the portraits. For the most part he was happy with the progress. He knew that a couple of them could be difficult for specific reasons, but there were also reasons he had for choosing them. But so far, so good. Until he heard a few words of disrespect being directed towards Madame Bulstrode.
Lazy Barrington. Somehow he was not surprised. He shut his eyes momentarily as Violetta screeched loudly at the boy, then he sighed. He knew he was not leaving this classroom without a headache now. "Mister Barrington, perhaps you've forgotten my rules on respect in this classroom." Or just never bothered to read them in the first place. That was more likely. "Respect is expected to be given to every guest of this classroom, alive or not. Perhaps a loss of five points will help you remember next time." He doubted it, but he hated automatically assuming the worst.
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Well, this was more like it. Her throngs of fans have arrived and they gave her the proper respect she deserved. And that Charlotte girl – obviously well-bred. Just listen to her manners! She graced the girl with the faintest of smiles. What would she like to be called? “Madame Bullstrode will do nicely, or even Ms. Bullstrode.” They were not acquainted with her well enough to be on a first name basis. Though she appreciated the compliment about her name because she quite agreed. “I don’t know of any other Violetta’s in my family. It’s a special name, all my own. And I am the youngest of four.” The baby of the family, spoiled too, though she wouldn’t have called it that exactly.
So many, many questions… she could hardly keep them all straight. What lengths she would go to for her fans. “I was born in the year 2000 in a village called Haslemere,” she began, trying to summarize several questions into one answer. “I attended the academy from 2011 to 2018. Though of course I began school with much talent, by the time I left, I was able to play 15 musical instruments, leading me to compose and solely perform the well-known operetta, Who Cast the Spell on Music?” Certainly they knew about it? But perhaps they weren’t as cultured as she. Or maybe she was only a star in her own mind. She looked squarely at the boy whose father was a possible classmate. “What is your father’s name? Is he also a brilliant musician?” And then another boy asking about her talents. “I sing, I pl- …do I what?! I most certainly do not! I’m not a trained pony.” THE VERY IDEA!
Ms. Bulstrode, right, right right... nay, write write write this down he should! Davie snapped his hand toward his desk, and like the trained little puppy it nearly was, his quick quotes quill came floating over. If only the parchment came too! Alas, he would just have to do with jotting notes on his hand. Ms. Bullstrode, as she liked to be called, would be a wonderful topic for their presentation. Hah. She was such a performer, even in portrait form.
He started by jotting down that she was the youngest of four, born in 2000, in Haslemere, went to WADA from 2011-2018, played 15 instruments, composed Who Cast the Spell on Music... sounded like a good musical, though he'd never seen it, certainly... and Davie was still jotting stuff down when the portrait looked straight at him. He nearly jumped at the sudden eye contact. It was INTENSE. But cool. But mostly intense.
"Uh... uh..." Davie quickly did the calculation on his hand, since he was writing all over himself with this quill apparently. "He was there in 2049, to 2051, I think." End of '49, graduated in '51... sounded about right. "He was a transfer from Hogwarts, and I think he studied acting... and then he graduated early," Davie added helpfully. Was that helpful? It still seemed doubtful that Ms. Bulstrode would know Ethan Truebridge, but he was awfully proud of his dad so he mentioned him to her anyway.
He almost snickered at the first year's question about posing with something on her back, because he thought he caught the reference, but fortunately Davie was able to hold his laughter in. Ms. Bulstrode seemed the type to get offended at anyone's snickering, so when that older Slytherin he'd once partnered with in Arithmancy asked if Ms. Bulstrode's parents hated her, Davie gasped and whacked the older boy lightly on the arm.
"You can't just ask people that," he corrected him, barely suppressing another smile. The professor had just taken away points from Dante, though, so Davie didn't say anything else. Also, Davie didn't yet notice that he'd smacked Dante with his ink-covered notes hand, so he went on to ask the portrait another question. Since they were on the topic of families... "Are you a pureblood, ma'am? Do you come from a talented family?"
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Oh, goodness! There were so many students here now! And such pretty little girls. Artemesia could hardly remember a time when so many people gave her this much attention. They must truly be fans! But the many questions were making her already muddled head even more confused. Er.. um.. the pleasant woman looked from one girl to the next, trying to focus. But they were still on the subject of Quidditch! And of course they were! They were her fans!
"Your sister isn't that dreadful Cherrine McFancie, is she? She's something of a rival." Artemesia gave Ariadne a knowing look. It was almost as if the beater had put a target on her. It was awful. What were they talking about again? Oh right, her most important event. "Why that would be the day that the Caerphilly Catapults recruited me as their starting seeker." She beamed at all her little fans. Where they her to interview her for a magazine?
But then she let out a little gasp. "I'm not dead!" Her in-person counterpart was quite a bit older, not that that thought was even in her head at the moment. Sometimes she forgot she was a portrait and not a person. Until questions like the next one. "Oh, I've never been in another portrait.. I hadn't had the opportunity until Ansley brought me here." And she had felt a little shy about it.
Ariadne dashed to her book bag and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. Had she known when they started the activity that she'd have to write a whole paragraph, she'd have gathered some note-taking material way earlier. She took a few minutes to jot down everything she'd learned so far and then dashed back to the portrait. When she returned, Artemesia had been talking away to some of the other students. OH, NO! Did she miss everything?
...no, not everything, because Ariadne got back just in time to hear the portrait's loud gasp and shock over being called dead. Oh, no! She'd gone and made the lady made, and just seconds before, she'd called her precious! She didn't need to get on Artemesia's bad side. She had a paragraph to write! "I'm sooo sorry!" she said. "Please forgive me, Miss Artemesia!"
"You were a SEEKER? That's an awesome position to play!" she exclaimed. "I bet you're a really good player!" She was careful not say 'you WERE a really good player', because as the woman had just pointed out, she was NOT dead. "My sister's a beater for the Holyhead Harpies. I want to be a beater or a keeper one day, too!" Sooo...what else did she want to know? "So what was it like being famous? Did you get to sign LOADS of autographs?"
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”I do not know how the man Lucian Warrington died. That was after I was painted.” And he did not keep up with those details, it was insignificant to a portrait. He frowned a little at the boy. Had he not been listening when he was speaking? He essentially answered that when another asked something similar and he hated to repeat himself. “As I just said, I wrote an important piece of legislature after a significant battle warranted it be put into action.” Now if he wanted specifics, he needed to ask. These children needed to stop with shortcuts and making him do all their work for their assignment.
What? How could he not know how his human counterpart had died? It was just him, right? Basically. Olly's brain was starting to hurt thinking about it. But he did not understand how the portrait man would not have kept up with the life of his real self. Not knowing how he died was just weird. WEIRD.
Oh, had he said that already? To be honest, Olly was not really listening to what the others were asking him. He was not super good at paying attention. He had heard the bit about candy though, because candy was important. "What battle? What exactly was the legislation?" Did he care? Honestly, not really. But this was what they were doing in class, and it was the next logical thing to ask. So.
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Merlin, Dante was an idiot. It was more than a little obvious why he'd ended up in a house other than Ravenclaw. Dot sneered at him in her most regal way before dismissing him with a hair toss. Not like he could do worse than lose points, and now he had to go find a different portrait to harass.
Unless he was hoping to annoy all of them equally.
"Madame Bullstrode," Dot turned her attention back to the woman in her portrait and nodded slightly in acknowledgement of her polite answers. Mostly polite. She was a musician, had attended WADA (!!!), and was probably quite famous to Dot's grandmother. Deserved attention and respect, that much was for sure. "I think I've heard of the operetta you wrote. What's your favorite piece of music to perform? What's your favorite that you've written?"
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Rachel's keen eyes observed the way Mr Flume's eyes rested on the portrait of Violetta. She giggled to herself. Mr Flume seemed smitten with the woman. She found it absoloutely cute and adorable. Smiling, she made some more notes. Everything this portrait had to say was quite interesting.
"He seemed to have been very brilliant.'' The girl had new respect for human counterpart of this portrait. "I will be sure to research this potion, Mr Flume.'' She had already scribbled the name of it neatly in her book. Rachel paused, trying to think of another question. "Where did you, your human counter part, complete his education." Was it just Hogwarts or University as well?
NO CHOCOLATE FROGS? OH MAN. What kind of life WAS it back then. That was horrendous. Poor guy. No wonder he'd been all grumpy in the beginning. Sugar plums sounded cool, though. She'd never even seen them at Honeydukes, which meant they were probably fabulously exotic. Or gross. One of the two.
It was strange to think about how he didn't even know how he'd died, but before she could inquire about it further he'd moved on. Legislature. Riiiiight. That explained why she'd never heard of him. "Did you have a favorite subject as a student?" He HAD been a student, right? Was legislature something you could do without going to lessons first? If so, the word was awfully misleading in all its fanciness.
Well she did not take the question well at all. And now who was being the rude one. All he did was ask a question. She should be the one old enough to be mature at at least. She had to be at least 100. Oh well. And yeah what rules was Finch talking about. Ah well now that he said them he would not need to go read them. And he guessed the lose could help him remember. Couldn't hurt. Meh, five points. He still wondered if that counted as his first question. The portrait did not answer it. But he did ask one. Plus he never agreed with respect must be given. Courtesy is given. Respect is earned. Though to be fair he did not show courtesy. There was that. He should work on that. But it is so hard when you don't care.
"Couldn't Hurt Professor"
And did he just get whacked in the arm. Oh it was that ravenclaw second year now. And you can when they have a sense of humor. which apparently Bullstrode did not. Might be because people teased her about her name when she was little. Dante did not doubt it.......and did that kid just put ink on his arm. He did. Sigh. This was worst than losing the five points. AND he saw that Dot. That look with the hair toss. Dante just winked at her for fun and moved onto another portrait. Artemesia, he liked that name.
"Hello Artemesia. What did you do for a living when i guess you where alive"
See Courtesy.
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Sooooooo, she had a music thing, that was obvious... and could he claim the answers of questions asked by others? It seemed legit, like ONE GIANT PROJECT... so, unless Mr SpoilSport was going to dampen all of their socks, he was just going to go along with it.
... but gosh. Dante!
Zeke had scoffed in an attempted to hide a laugh... BUT GOSH DANTE!
Clearly though, SpoilSport was around to fix that. No surprise there. Dante could join him in the points-loss club. They really were too cool for school - or HoM at least.
"Ms Bullstrode, did you attend Hogwarts?" he asked, all the while finishing off the notes he'd taken on his parchment. Writing, speaking, listening. He was MULTITASKING.
Kitty thought it was simply wonderful how Augustus seemed especially interested in Violetta. She noted it in her notebook.
"I just thought of two more questions."Kitty was so excited about the possible romance between Augustus and Violetta that she wanted to continue on the subject. "Did Augustus Flume ever marry when he was alive? And is it possible for portraits to marry?"
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Legislature? He was about to ask the portrait what kind of legislature but the kid in front had already asked so...next question then. He raised his hand once more,"What did you do for a living? Would you tell us more about your accomplishments?" Henric wanted more details, the guy wasn't giving them any. Come on...just tell them already!
Colt heard Elliot answer his question and he was impressed. Not one of his favorite subjects but he will take it. Least his question stood out. He nodded and then thought of another question to ask him. "Well I prefer Defense Against the Dark Arts if I say so myself.." He wondered if the portrait would argue with him. Let's see. He thought about it and heard the other's asking questions. He didn't wanna repeat any of it. He missed his chance to ask his question when Elliot was talking again. He snorted when Colt assumed he was a goody two shoes. He rolled his eyes and now he was getting a history lesson. Yawwwnnn but then again that was the point of this lesson.
He was learning a lot about him. Apparently he was the youngest on the council. "Was any of your family members on the International Confederation of Wizards? How did you know about it being so young is what I am getting at.." Let's see him answer this one.
He heard Dante's question and he literally snorted with laughter. He thought that was golden. He gave the dude props for that one. Apparently the teacher didn't find it funny. Aww come on have a sense of humor.
Elliot would have to admit he loved this attention. And he was delighted to answer all the questions to help educate these young minds. “Hello, Jeslyn,” he smiled at the newcomer. “I can’t say I ever snuck out to go to Hogsmeade. We were allowed to go out at assigned times, so there was no need to sneak out. That’s against the rules, you know.” He chuckled. These good students didn’t break the rules, did they?
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Little Jeslyn giggled to his explanation.
[/B]" You're right. Just in case something emergency happen in the school like war or else. So I'll know where should go." [/B] She made an excuse But please don't tell professor Finch about this."
Jessie laughed nervously.
[B]" Then sir, you used to be a student here. I wonder about the difference between Hogwarts in your era with recently. Could you tell me ?"
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He was one of the youngest wizard at the International Confederation of Wizards? Coolness. "Well, you seemed a very important person in history." The young lioness comment. "Did you participate in making a certain regulations?" She curiously asked. Come on, spill it! History wasn't her strongest subject, okay?
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As snobbish as she was, Violetta did not mind talking about her favorite subject, herself music. “How delightful,” she nodded to the young girl who was also musically gifted. “What have you and your mother performed?” She wouldn’t mind hearing a little bit about it, especially if it was relatable. “I suppose my favorite instrument is the piano.. no, the harp. Does anyone know how those two instruments are similar?” She did, by the way. “Hmm.. percussion instruments are not my favorite, but I’m able to play the drums if I need to.” With much restraint of course.
She was about to elaborate on just what instruments she did play, but then her eyes flashed at the boy who was obviously raised by wolves considering his utter lack of manners. “Insolent child! Remove your nasty and rude little self from the vicinity of my frame this instant!” She would not tolerate being spoken to in that way.
"I play the piano too!" Nod nod nod, although it wasn’t really his thing. Much too energetic to be satisfied with just tickling the ivories "Also the guitar, but I really like the drums the best." because hitting things with sticks-- who wouldn’t love that? "So your favorite instrument is the harp -- the upright thing that you pluck the strings with right? Not the little piano lookie-likey thing? Because that’s the harpsichord." He had to ask, because her question got him to pause and think, she's comparing the harp and the piano? But he knew what they were, the advantage perhaps when you have a father named Stradivarius. "Well a piano and a harp creates sound when their tightly wound strings are pulled or struck. Plus they both have pedals."
And yowza! What a set of pipes. She's a singer alright. Tenacius watched her lose her temper with the Slytherin dude. Temperamental celebrities. What else is new?
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