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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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Ms. Timms seemed to be a very sweet lady. Sweet, but easily distracted. Her answers weren't exactly full of information. Janelle was really going to have to work hard, to get enough information to write a paragraph about the lady. Nevertheless, she jotted down notes on what her subject was saying. Maybe she could read between the lines. Maybe.
Thinking very hard, Janelle tried to come up with a better question before the attention started to wander again. "Ms. Timms.......Where did you grow up?" That was a pretty straightforward question. Janelle hoped that she would get a straight answer and that it might shed some light on her subject.
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SPOILER!!: Professor
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.
Ehhhh! Yaaaayyyyy! If she wasn't in class she probably would've made some type of excited noise at this. However that wasn't the case but the bright sparkle in her eyes just then was a sure fire sign to prove her happiness on her proposal to help her. "Of course, Professor. Thank you," Hady nodded her head firmly. She had to reel her thoughts in and focus first on the current lesson at hand. Was the class over yet?
SPOILER!!: Violetta
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.
Ahh the piano and the harp. Two incredibly lovely instruments. Both which Hady didn't know how to play however. Sigh. Even though she didn't know much about what was being said she was smart enough to take down some detailed notes.
Dante though, really? Hady gave him a small look and shook her head. Upsetting a portrait wasn't the best of ideas and the shrill screaming that came then from Violetta was enough to make even her cringe. Ouch her poor ears. Letting out a slow breath she ran a hand through her hair to get her focus back. "Madame Bullstrode, who painted this wonderful portrait of you and when did you have it painted?" Yes, yes very good question Hadleigh, commenting on the lovelyness of her portrait. Smart move there.
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Returning the cheerful grin to the curly haired Gryffindor boy, Tia also gave a nod and smile towards Rachel and Kitty who were also in the Flume group, it seemed.
She listened to the portrait as he spoke of his namesake in third person, finding it very intriguing actually how he spoke of the person but he wasn't actually that person. Portraits were very strange indeed and Tia had to wonder if the person was still alive, would they still talk in third person about themselves? Practical applications, but not fussed with his appearance. On second thought, perhaps Flume WAS a Ravenclaw. Famous potioneer. OH, oh!
"I remember you..." Tia said suddenly, speaking up again. "I mean, I don't remember you, but I remember reading about you." Of course she read about him. "So, magical portraits could portray dead people, obviously, so that means in a sense once you die, your portrait is kind of like a ghost, where you live on in infamy, yes?" It wasn't really a question about Flume's life, but about portraits themselves. She was curious on how they worked. Besides, her fellow classmates were doing well in asking about his life.
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Aw no, Elliot didn't remember the name of the man who painted him? How sad. Was that like not being able to remember ones father? Or maybe it was nothing like that at all. The man in the painting didn't seem TOO saddened by it, and even though Garreth's father was sometimes difficult to deal with, he would be devastated if he couldn't remember him... Or maybe he wouldn't be? If you can't remember someone, can you miss them? Probably not.
Ah, now the portrait mentioned not really being a person. What did that mean? Was he some kind of automaton? Like the dummies from DADA? A mindless, soulless object simply simulating a living, thinking human being? Or was it something more? Either way, it seemed the gentleman in the portrait was fully aware of his state.
"I guess we're probably supposed to ask about your past and the effect you had on history, this being History Of Magic, but what do you mean you're not a real person? I know you're a portrait, but you look real to me." he boy was incredibly intrigued, and incredibly confused.
"Do you have the memories of Elliot Kegworth? Do you feel like you are him and he is you? Were you painted from memory after his death, or were you just told one day that "you" had died?" So many questions! How was he supposed to narrow that down to a short conversation? It couldn't be done! COULDN'T BE DONE, I TELL YOU!
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It seemed the overall curiousity of Olivia and her remaining classmates around worked and soothing the portrait's feelings. And perhaps stoked her ego too. The Ravenclaw wrote down the provided information, both from her own question and those of the others. Like her birthday and the years she went to the academy. Good...good. It could all be useful to them, how much depending on the direction their reports went later on.
The next round of questions was posed and Olivia was about to supply her own after thinking on it, when Violetta was clearly bothered one of the remarks. Really...the older boy HAD to insult her name. Get her all upset and yelling that made the Ravenclaw winch. Snarky snake that one. Hopefully the portrait might continue with her and the others still. She would start with her own question, beginning again.
"What was the hardest thing about the performing arts?"
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Janelle thought of another question and before she could lose the Seeker's attention, she fired it off. Sure, she hadn't yet gotten the answer to her previous question, but Janelle figured she'd strike while the iron was hot. Making sure to keep eye contact with the portrait, Janelle went for it.
"Ms. Timms, another thing.........who actually taught you to play Quidditch? You know, who was responsible for creating the legend?" Janelle knew that she was taking a big chance, having two questions on the table at once. That may have been too much for Ms. Timms to handle, given her reaction to questioning so far. But......with her fingers crossed, Janelle waited for a response.
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”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.”
Scarlett giggled and shook her head. Nope, Hufflepuff through and through, sorry Elliot. Hmm, what did she want to ask next? She was going to ask what side of the bill he was on, but he said the law was very needed so she assumed he was all pro-secrecy, so that would be a silly question. HMMMMM. What else did she want to know about him?
"Did you ever consider teaching at Hogwarts? If so, what subject would you teach?" she asked. SHE would teach Divination like her dad of course. But she could see herself as a Charms teacher too...
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What made him famous? Sounded like the boy was trying to take a shortcut to the assignment the professor had given him, if someone asked Lucian. “Fame is a fleeting, trivial thing and nothing I am interested. My accomplishments are what mattered and I helped to write a very important piece of legislature that is still enforced. That was after fighting in a significant battle to warrant such a law.” And back to trivialities. Lucian shook his head. “That was the dullest four hours of my life.” Second only to tedious questions if this went on much longer without getting to anything substantial. “That was a lifetime and more ago, I don’t remember. Garrick or Garrett somebody.” Or Garth? Who knew. Jelly slugs? Ice mice? More gibberish. Lucian gave the boy a disdainful expression before softening a little. "Why I was very fond of boiled sugar plums back in the day." How long had it been since he had one of those? Shame he couldn't eat one now.
"Boiled sugar plums...?" Blaise gave the portrait a skeptical look but scribbled down all he'd said anyway. That wasn't candy, no matter what he said but after seeing how some of these paintings were reacting, he wasn't gonna try provoking anything.
"Right...no candy then--that's okay, mum says it rots your teeth if you have too many. Although...if you did ruin your teeth, couldn't they just paint you with really good looking ones?" A curious thought now that he happened upon it. "In fact, how do we know you really look like this and didn't ask them to paint you nicer? Did you like clothes like the one you're wearing now? I mean I could paint new ones on you if you held still."
Awful generous, wasn't he? How many kids would offer to spend their afternoon making a Portrait feel prettier? Er...not prettier...he was a man...um...you got the idea though.
He WAS interested in why he'd been painted--as Olly had asked.
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It was always nice to talk to someone who was musically gifted - even if they weren't exactly NICE. Esme smiled at Violetta. "I play mostly for myself, but my mom was in a band. As far as harps and pianos, both have petals and make sound when taut strings are pulled/struck." Even though the piano was her favourite instrument, she DID enjoy the harp.
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Sweet Merlin. Violetta had a set of pipes on her.
The boy had been silly in asking that question, and it had cost his House points. It was a mistake that she wouldn't make because she knew better than to disrespect something like a portrait or a ghost; those were unspoken Hogwarts rules.
"What was your favourite piece of music to play on the piano?" she asked the portrait. Maybe they shared musical tastes.
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Artemesia Timms must be taking a whole lot of time to think, because she still hadn't answered Ariadne's last few questions. The Slytherin first year figured she'd take the opportunity to jot down some more notes for that paragraph before she forgot them. She left spaces in her notes under the questions she had recently asked and was still waiting on answers to. Artemesia Timms was one busy woman!
When Ariadne was finished catching up on her notes, she looked back up at the portrait with a few more questions she had. "Did you ever play any sports other than Quidditch? Or...what were some of the favorite hobbies of people during that time period?" she asked. She had no idea when the woman lived, so she didn't know what other forms of flying games or...well, whatever...they had back then. "May I ask when you were born, too?" She decided to take the polite route, because she didn't want to risk making the portrait mad again.
Right. Elliot Kegworth was a very old wizard who had been part of the International Whosie Whatsit and had made the Secrecy thingy happen. Jaemin wrinkled his nose a bit, still stuck on the Secrecy thing; his father had explained to him long ago about how their magic was a secret and there were BIG LAWS about telling Muggles about it. He'd been a bit vague on the details, but something really bad had been happening... it made sense to keep their magic a secret then, when there were bad things happening, but now? Bad things didn't happen now. Jaemin's mom was a Muggle, and it had been safe for his dad to tell her, after all.
He stored a bunch of questions up in his head for Train Teacher, to ask him later. The poor man would have no reprieve from the tiny Slytherin in the coming weeks, most likely.
Oh right. He was supposed to be asking Elliot stuff.
"What was your job at the Ministry, before the... thing?" The International Whosie Whatsit, that is.
This class was taking aaaaageeeeeeeeeeeessssssss. No wonder. History of magic. It would take ages. Matt couldn't take it anymore.
He faceplanted the table in front of him and spread his arms upwards, taking quite a lot of space. He was dooooonnnneeeeeeee. He didn't even pay attention to any of the questions or answers, he just wanted the lesson to end. The Gryffindor knew of looooads of things that were more exciting to do than to be in a History of Magic class. He didn't even like history. What was the point in learning about such OLD things?? Those were modern daayyssss, he didn't need to know stuff about ancient people and happenings.
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"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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"Hello Artemesia. What did you do for a living when i guess you where alive"
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Thinking very hard, Janelle tried to come up with a better question before the attention started to wander again. "Ms. Timms.......Where did you grow up?" That was a pretty straightforward question. Janelle hoped that she would get a straight answer and that it might shed some light on her subject.
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"Ms. Timms, another thing.........who actually taught you to play Quidditch? You know, who was responsible for creating the legend?" Janelle knew that she was taking a big chance, having two questions on the table at once. That may have been too much for Ms. Timms to handle, given her reaction to questioning so far. But......with her fingers crossed, Janelle waited for a response.
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When Ariadne was finished catching up on her notes, she looked back up at the portrait with a few more questions she had. "Did you ever play any sports other than Quidditch? Or...what were some of the favorite hobbies of people during that time period?" she asked. She had no idea when the woman lived, so she didn't know what other forms of flying games or...well, whatever...they had back then. "May I ask when you were born, too?" She decided to take the polite route, because she didn't want to risk making the portrait mad again.
This was just delightful! These students wanted to know all about Quidditch and Artemesia would be happy to tell them! As much as she could remember anyway, or until she got distracted again. “Oh, I was a pretty good player,” she said, trying for modesty as she smiled at the exuberant girl. “I don’t play anymore though…” And neither did her human counterpart, even if she was still alive. Artemesia squinted at the Slytherin girl a bit, wondering if she resembled her archenemy at all. “Well...” she finally started after a dramatic pause. “If you do become a beater, don’t try too hard to hit the other team – especially the seeker, and especially in the head!”
She was starting to get a bit emotional, so she took a deep breath (or a portrait’s equivalent) to calm herself down. Oh, her came a handsome young man to greet her as well. She smiled at him though that fade a bit at his question. “I AM still alive,” she huffed. Why did everyone think she was dead? “But I used to play Quidditch,” she added to answer his question.”Oh I grew up just outside Sheffield.” It was a delightful place to live… er, was it? She couldn’t quite remember now. Her mind seemed to wander off a bit, but then looked at the girls again as they asked a few more questions. “Oh, um.. well I suppose my father taught me the rules of the game, but I really learned when I came to Hogwarts and played…. No, just Quidditch,” she shook her head at the next question. She couldn’t be as good as she was if her focus was too divided. “My birthday is February 27th…. 2043.”
SPOILER!!: Augustus questions
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"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?
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"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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"I remember you..." Tia said suddenly, speaking up again. "I mean, I don't remember you, but I remember reading about you." Of course she read about him. "So, magical portraits could portray dead people, obviously, so that means in a sense once you die, your portrait is kind of like a ghost, where you live on in infamy, yes?" It wasn't really a question about Flume's life, but about portraits themselves. She was curious on how they worked. Besides, her fellow classmates were doing well in asking about his life.
Weren’t these young ladies simply lovely? Augustus smiled broadly at them as they seemed so interested in his life and his potions. And he was very proud of his work! “I was schooled here at Hogwarts, of course, but then after school I went to study as an apprentice under the tutelage of a great potions master.” That had been a very long time ago before many people went to a higher education like a University. In fact, he could not relate much to that idea at all.
Augustus shook his head at Kitty’s question. “Augustus Flume was a lifelong bachelor. Very dedicated to his work.” That didn’t mean he didn’t have any romantic pursuits, they were just few and far between and he just didn’t find the time to settle down. He looked next at the older girl posing a question about portraits in general. “Hmm, I suppose you could put it that way. Magical portraits live on for a long time, though they are more a shadow of a person rather than a replication.” Did that make sense? Augustus wasn’t completely sure it made sense to him as he did not study magical portraiture at any length.
SPOILER!!: Violetta questions
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"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.
"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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"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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"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.
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"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."
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Dante though, really? Hady gave him a small look and shook her head. Upsetting a portrait wasn't the best of ideas and the shrill screaming that came then from Violetta was enough to make even her cringe. Ouch her poor ears. Letting out a slow breath she ran a hand through her hair to get her focus back. "Madame Bullstrode, who painted this wonderful portrait of you and when did you have it painted?" Yes, yes very good question Hadleigh, commenting on the lovelyness of her portrait. Smart move there.
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"What was the hardest thing about the performing arts?"
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"What was your favourite piece of music to play on the piano?" she asked the portrait. Maybe they shared musical tastes.
Violetta was still in a bit of a huff even after that dreadful boy left her sight. Perhaps she should just leave her frame and let these children fend for themselves. But there were true fans here and she didn’t want to just leave them hanging. Could they see how terribly gracious she was being in the face of such insult? It took a moment for her to calm down, but she soon acknowledged the imminent questions, especially since she could sense the talent of a select few of them.
“Why yes, I am a pureblood,” she told the boy whose father was much too young to have attended school alongside her. “I was the only one in my family with such true and pure talent so of course I was allotted the best of educations.” It was fortunate for her though. She looked to the mannerly Charlotte next. “The one that I mentioned, Who Cast the Spell on Music? is of course my favorite. It was quite the accomplishment. I wrote the piece for all the instruments and charmed them all to play myself while I sang. As for other pieces I like to play.. “ Or at least what her human counterpart liked to play. She looked to one of the girls who asked that question. “I prefer the musical arrangements of the wizarding composer, Aldred Cantus.”
The questions were starting to become tedious. When was this class over because she was tired of this and would rather do something else now. “Yes, the harp, not the harpsichord.” Of course she knew what it looked like, for Merlin’s sake! “Very good. And they are both unbowed stringed instruments.” Apparently the other young man came in to the group late as she had already answered this question much, much earlier. “I did not attend Hogwarts. As a matter of fact, I attended the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts.” A much better school in her opinion. “My artist’s name is Benjamin Coombs and I’ve hung in his studio several decades.” Time meant very little to portraits, or at least this one, and she couldn’t be bothered with the exact number of years. “I suppose the hardest thing is having a private life..” And answering incessant questions about her life.
SPOILER!!: Lucian questions
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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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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.
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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!
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"Boiled sugar plums...?" Blaise gave the portrait a skeptical look but scribbled down all he'd said anyway. That wasn't candy, no matter what he said but after seeing how some of these paintings were reacting, he wasn't gonna try provoking anything.
"Right...no candy then--that's okay, mum says it rots your teeth if you have too many. Although...if you did ruin your teeth, couldn't they just paint you with really good looking ones?" A curious thought now that he happened upon it. "In fact, how do we know you really look like this and didn't ask them to paint you nicer? Did you like clothes like the one you're wearing now? I mean I could paint new ones on you if you held still."
More questions. Lucian sighed. Sure, he wouldn’t mind talking about his accomplishments, but one small lad seemed to be stuck on the topic of sweets, something he could not care less about. “I suppose that is up to the artist, or at least the skill level of the artist. I am not that vain, why would I care about what my teeth looked like?” He squinted at the boy. “You most certainly will not!” He snuck a peek at their teacher. He wouldn’t let children try to paint over him, would he? He suppose he could just leave the frame if anyone tried, but the damage they could do to his background!
“Defense Against the Dark Arts was my favorite, something that came in handy when I was fighting in the Great Goblin Rebellion.” Did that answer several questions at once? He was always efficient. “And because of that battle, wand legislation had to be written and revised.” That was important whether or not these children saw it that way, which he doubted given the silly questions they’ve asked.
SPOILER!!: Elliot questions
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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.
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[COLOR="Navy"]" You're right. Just in case something emergency happen in the school like war or else. So I'll know where should go." She made an excuse But please don't tell professor Finch about this."
[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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"I guess we're probably supposed to ask about your past and the effect you had on history, this being History Of Magic, but what do you mean you're not a real person? I know you're a portrait, but you look real to me." he boy was incredibly intrigued, and incredibly confused.
"Do you have the memories of Elliot Kegworth? Do you feel like you are him and he is you? Were you painted from memory after his death, or were you just told one day that "you" had died?" So many questions! How was he supposed to narrow that down to a short conversation? It couldn't be done! COULDN'T BE DONE, I TELL YOU!
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"Did you ever consider teaching at Hogwarts? If so, what subject would you teach?" she asked. SHE would teach Divination like her dad of course. But she could see herself as a Charms teacher too...
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"What was your job at the Ministry, before the... thing?" The International Whosie Whatsit, that is.
How did he know about the International Confedaration? Er.. he wasn’t a child when he had a seat there, he was one of the youngest but that was because most people were just older than him. “I probably first earned about it at school, but some employees at the Ministry worked with them as well. And no, none of my family members ever held a seat there.” And since they were on the subject of the Ministry. “I was the Junior Undersecretary for a time.” He chuckled at the young girl who thought she might get in trouble. “Don’t worry, you’re secret is safe with me.. When I was at school, teachers were much stricter and studying was very important. Of course, there was always fun to be had though. Sometimes we would have grand balls.” But he was always too shy to ask the girl he liked to go with him.
He looked at the younger girl who asked about the regulations he created and knitted his eyebrows together. Hadn’t he already said? But he was kind and patient, and he simply smiled at her. “Just like your fellow classmate guessed, I helped to create the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. It was very necessary at the time.” And speaking of that certain classmate, Elliot had to think a moment about her question. “Perhaps I would teach History of Magic. I’ve always enjoyed trying to understand people throughout history and why they’ve made the decisions they did. Or maybe something with Charms..”
My, oh my. The young Ravenclaw was so inquisitive, wasn’t he? Elliot could certainly appreciate that. “I’m.. not sure if I can answer all of your questions with accuracy. I’m not a portrait painter, and I don’t have a complete understanding of how it all works. But I’m like a faint version of Elliot Kegworth. I have some of his memories and many of his mannerisms, but I’m not truly him. I was created through magic.” He wasn’t sure that was a sufficient answer, but it was probably the best he could do. “I was painted before he died, but I am sure he’s long gone by now…” He was never personally told, and he never cared to ask.
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More questions. Lucian sighed. Sure, he wouldn’t mind talking about his accomplishments, but one small lad seemed to be stuck on the topic of sweets, something he could not care less about. “I suppose that is up to the artist, or at least the skill level of the artist. I am not that vain, why would I care about what my teeth looked like?” He squinted at the boy. “You most certainly will not!” He snuck a peek at their teacher. He wouldn’t let children try to paint over him, would he? He suppose he could just leave the frame if anyone tried, but the damage they could do to his background!
“Defense Against the Dark Arts was my favorite, something that came in handy when I was fighting in the Great Goblin Rebellion.” Did that answer several questions at once? He was always efficient. “And because of that battle, wand legislation had to be written and revised.” That was important whether or not these children saw it that way, which he doubted given the silly questions they’ve asked.
Why was Blaise talking about repainting? That sounded a little rude. It also made Olly wonder if it was possible. Could they paint new clothes onto this guy? Or was the human in the painting permanently that way? Would painting over the portrait do anything to him or just the background? It was confusing but Olly didn't care enough to keep thinking about it.
Goblin Rebellion? That sounded cool. Olly was sure he'd heard about that before, but he didn't remember too many details. Maybe a few, because something with such an exciting title was not something he could really forget. But he had to ask a few more question for the assignment. No, just one more yeah?
"Did you go to Hogwarts?" Norah had asked earlier but Lucian had never actually answered that one, which Olly thought was kind of rude.
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More questions. Lucian sighed. Sure, he wouldn’t mind talking about his accomplishments, but one small lad seemed to be stuck on the topic of sweets, something he could not care less about. “I suppose that is up to the artist, or at least the skill level of the artist. I am not that vain, why would I care about what my teeth looked like?” He squinted at the boy. “You most certainly will not!” He snuck a peek at their teacher. He wouldn’t let children try to paint over him, would he? He suppose he could just leave the frame if anyone tried, but the damage they could do to his background!
“Defense Against the Dark Arts was my favorite, something that came in handy when I was fighting in the Great Goblin Rebellion.” Did that answer several questions at once? He was always efficient. “And because of that battle, wand legislation had to be written and revised.” That was important whether or not these children saw it that way, which he doubted given the silly questions they’ve asked.
If you asked him, the portrait seemed downright scandalized by the offer to have him repainted. He couldn't see why, it wasn't like he was going to take a sharpie marker to him. On the contrary, the boy was prepared to try as hard as he could with a proper painting. "Suit yourself I guess."
It went without saying that he could paint him anyway but Blaise was at that point where he really needed to avoid trouble in all forms so he would drop it.
"You should care about your teeth though, on account of how many people base first impressions on appearances. Reckon every time someone was meant to remember you they'd go 'the guy with the bad teeth'--or what if the painter accidentally screwed your face up so that it was a blurred spiral?" An interesting idea in truth.
"You don't seem very interested in our questions." And they hadn't exactly been told what to ask. "What do YOU want to talk about?" Notepad and quill poised and ready. He was all ears.
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She sat down on a table next to the portrait Rachel was talking to, swinging her legs as waited for Rachel to finish up with the questions. And started to drum her fingers on the desk.
Things seemed to be going a little better with the portraits now that Violetta had calmed down, though he could tell a couple of them were starting to get a little antsy. Class time was soon coming to an end anyway. As he walked around making sure everything was going alright, he noticed Hadley still sitting at the table she had been since the whole episode with the portrait. Of course, he wouldn't mind giving her a few minutes to compose herself but that didn't mean she could sit around and do nothing the rest of the class.
"Let's go, Hadley," he said firmly but with a smile. "Class is going to be over soon and I gave you an assignment to complete. I expect you to get working on it. You can choose a different portrait if you'd like." But sitting around while everyone else did the work was not tolerated in his class.
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He faceplanted the table in front of him and spread his arms upwards, taking quite a lot of space. He was dooooonnnneeeeeeee. He didn't even pay attention to any of the questions or answers, he just wanted the lesson to end. The Gryffindor knew of looooads of things that were more exciting to do than to be in a History of Magic class. He didn't even like history. What was the point in learning about such OLD things?? Those were modern daayyssss, he didn't need to know stuff about ancient people and happenings.
Sigh. And another student who apparently thought that he could just sit around and do nothing. Honestly, Ansley simply could not believe the level of laziness observed today from a few select students. Really, was asking a portrait a few questions and writing a short summary that difficult to do? Ridiculous.
"Get up, Mr. Meriwether." Ansley glanced at his nametag to make sure of his name. And no, he was NOT calling him Mr. Solo. "This activity is not optional. You may not lay on your desk instead of participate in class." And he was already losing time as class would be coming to an end soon so he'd better get a move on.
Still standing by Meriwether's desk, Ansley raised his voice a bit to get everyone's attention. "Listen up, real quick, everyone. Finish up with your questions please, I'm going to give you all a little bit of time to write your summaries. You can work with someone, or in a group, if you want to make sure you fill in any blanks about your portraits, then you can present your findings in your group." And he didn't care who presented or if they each did a portion, as long as they could tell the rest of the class about the person in the portrait.
OOC - I'm going to end this class in about 24 hours. You can continue to ask the portraits questions if you want, hopefully they should answer... Then RP your character writing up a summary/short essay - IC it will be turned in, but it should be in one of your posts - and also talking about it to the class. Any questions, let me know!
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Scarlett listened in earnest to what Elliot had to say. He was a very interesting guy, and what he said about portraits not really knowing EVERYTHING about the person they were representing - that made sense, and it was something she had never thought of before.
The professor announced that they had to start wrapping up, which was perfect timing since she was on her last question here. "Ok, last question - what was your number one reason for wanting the Statute of Secrecy passed? What was the big reasoning behind your decision?" she asked. That was the PERFECT question. She was so good at this history thing!
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"Interesting..."
He was getting down some good information, even if his hand writing was a little messy to tell. Quick notes were never his forte. Still, Violetta's response to his question was, puzzling... unusual. Did she only learn artsy stuff there? Or was it a proper education... like Hogwarts? Opting not to distress the portrait and lose more points, Zeke kept his mouth shut on that and instead added to his notes. Other peoples questions were good too.
...
And then Mr SpoilSport happened. Again.
HOW WERE THEY RUNNING OUT OF TIME?!
... Ugh.
"Sorry, last two questions..." he mused, trying for a smile, "what would you say your biggest achievement was? and may I ask how you died?" Were portraits like ghosts? Death-proud??? He hoped so.
Matt lifted his head when he heard his actual name being called, but didn't do much apart from that. He looked at the teacher, his arms still stretched out on the table, as the man spoke about the activity not being optional, buuuuut Matt just couldn't be bothered. "But I don't have any questions to ask, sir." He really didn't. Like, REALLY. "I'm not very curious." Matt added with a grin, hoping that would be convincing enough.
"And it's Mr Solo." Just sayin'.
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Well. He had no idea what a Junior Undersecretary was. Jaemin frowned a bit as he watched Elliot answer other questions, and tried to think of another.
Someone had asked something about his family. "Did you have brothers or sisters or anything?"
He should know all that, right? All about the real Elliot's family? He knew none of them were on the Whosie Whatsit before him, so he had to know.
As he walked around making sure everything was going alright, he noticed Hadley still sitting at the table she had been since the whole episode with the portrait. Of course, he wouldn't mind giving her a few minutes to compose herself but that didn't mean she could sit around and do nothing the rest of the class.
"Let's go, Hadley," he said firmly but with a smile. "Class is going to be over soon and I gave you an assignment to complete. I expect you to get working on it. You can choose a different portrait if you'd like." But sitting around while everyone else did the work was not tolerated in his class.
Haddie grumbled to herself and stood up. Her eyes locked on Davie for a moment, and then she quickly looked away.
Turning to face the portrait, so she could at least pretend to ask it questions, Haddie leaned into Rachel and whispered, "I blame you for this." At least class would be over soon and she could get away from Davie and his smug holier-than-thou attitude simply because he happened to have been born into a magical family and learned all this stuff growing up. This subject probably would have interested her if it wasn't now forever linked with Davie Truebridge exploding at her for not knowing who Harry Potter or Greg Weasley were.
Her house everyone, where hating a person because they don't know something, legitimately happens...
Maybe it wasn't too late to sneak out.
She eyed Professor Finch as he did his rounds through the classroom, and then looked at the portrait of Augustus Flume. "Uh, hi. How are you?"
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So he was such and important.person. Hmmm... That's why his portrait was here.
"Okay then, Mr. Kegworth. What is the most important thing happened when you were in a Ministry?" Ava asked him again, and if she was right, this would be her last question then she's done in here."
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a real experience with the friendliest people around you.
Matt lifted his head when he heard his actual name being called, but didn't do much apart from that. He looked at the teacher, his arms still stretched out on the table, as the man spoke about the activity not being optional, buuuuut Matt just couldn't be bothered. "But I don't have any questions to ask, sir." He really didn't. Like, REALLY. "I'm not very curious." Matt added with a grin, hoping that would be convincing enough.
"And it's Mr Solo." Just sayin'.
Ansley was hardly impressed with the boy's words or with his added grin. And his expression clearly conveyed that. "Your curiosity, or lack thereof, is not the issue. The assignment is to find out what the person in one of the portraits has contributed to history, and you will do that by asking questions to find out." Clearly the boy was not paying to instructions the first time he spoke them which did little more than annoy the professor for having to repeat them. "You can either complete the assignment now in class, or you can do it after class with me in detention."
"And as your name is Mr. Meriwether on my roster, that is what you will be called until I receive notice otherwise from a parent." He didn't buy into nicknames that made no sense to him, and he certainly did not need to be corrected when he was not wrong.
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Dot's eyes got big as Zeke asked the portrait how she died. Like... that was rough, wasn't it? What if it was sensitive? What if she felt bad about it? Dot watched the boy with big eyes before returning to the moment with a start. She was supposed to be asking questions.
"You've had a very full life, full of fame and fortune, Madame Bullstrode. Did anyone ever write your biography? Maybe we have it in the library." She fidgeted in her seat, wondering if there was any way to take the sting out of Zeke's insensitive question. "When did you retire from your career on the stage? I bet there was a huge show."
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Text Cut: Artemesia Timms
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This was just delightful! These students wanted to know all about Quidditch and Artemesia would be happy to tell them! As much as she could remember anyway, or until she got distracted again. “Oh, I was a pretty good player,” she said, trying for modesty as she smiled at the exuberant girl. “I don’t play anymore though…” And neither did her human counterpart, even if she was still alive. Artemesia squinted at the Slytherin girl a bit, wondering if she resembled her archenemy at all. “Well...” she finally started after a dramatic pause. “If you do become a beater, don’t try too hard to hit the other team – especially the seeker, and especially in the head!”
She was starting to get a bit emotional, so she took a deep breath (or a portrait’s equivalent) to calm herself down. Oh, her came a handsome young man to greet her as well. She smiled at him though that fade a bit at his question. “I AM still alive,” she huffed. Why did everyone think she was dead? “But I used to play Quidditch,” she added to answer his question.”Oh I grew up just outside Sheffield.” It was a delightful place to live… er, was it? She couldn’t quite remember now. Her mind seemed to wander off a bit, but then looked at the girls again as they asked a few more questions. “Oh, um.. well I suppose my father taught me the rules of the game, but I really learned when I came to Hogwarts and played…. No, just Quidditch,” she shook her head at the next question. She couldn’t be as good as she was if her focus was too divided. “My birthday is February 27th…. 2043.”
Ariadne was just about finished up with her questioning. There really wasn't much else she could think of to ask the portrait. Everything had headed in the direction of Quidditch, and she had about all she needed on that. She re-read her notes and tried to piece together what she was going to write about in her paragraph. Did they have to read it out loud to the class? ... Ariadne wasn't quite sure how she felt about that. She could speak to everybody in here...but that was SOCIALLY. Giving a speech, though? She didn't know...
Ariadne laughed at the woman's comment to her question. "I'll try not to," she joked, following that comment with a wink. She went on talking about playing at Hogwarts, and it occurred to Ariadne that the woman hadn't told them what house she was in. That was important stuff right there! "Did you tell us what house you were in? I...uhh...didn't get that down." SORRRRRRY! She jotted down the woman's birthday, nodding as she did so. "Other than that question about your house, I think that's about all for now. Thank you, Miss Timms!"
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