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Yes, professor. TREES. Max got the impression Headmaster Trent wasn't a fan of his answer, but personally, he thought it had been a cracking one. Oh well. Hands shoved deep in his pockets, the Slytherin tagged along at the back of the group, not really paying attention to all the talk about Hinkypunks. He was more bothered about his shoes right now. And the state they were getting in all this muck. Eurgh. Gross. He was hungry, grumpy and all the talk about bogs was starting to make him actually NEED the bog. He figured there'd be no bathroom breaks this lesson though. As for what actions he'd take if he found himself in an area like this??? Nothing. Why? Because he WOULDN'T find himself in an area like this. Not ever. SIMPLE. |
So no wands and Igor was already nervous even tho this class should be safe since they are still in school...well he hoped they were and not like teleported somewhere else dark and boggy. He kept his wand away and followed Headmaster. Dont follow just the light only his voice and well his light Sounded easy enough even for this first year. Ok this was beginning to to be fun for him with all the muddy ground and bushes and stuff. He was only a first year on his first official day at school and his knowledge of hinky whatever was much much lower than say dragons or things cool like that. So he was going to focus no not tripping or breaking his neck or falling on jagged rocks or you know not dying on his first day. Which might be a record unless someone did at the feast in the past. |
Did someone say danger? Maxie felt like this lesson was cutting right through the heart of him. He was afraid of a lot of things, you see. Most of them had to do with other people and judgement but there was plenty of the mundane fear too. The majority of those around him had jumped in with ideas ranging from insane - to terrifying - to very real. Being eaten was just about the worst way Maxie thought you could go, right next to dying of starvation and thirst. Prolonged and pain, or short and very painful. Maxie shuddered, but kept his eyes and attention fixed on the headmaster. Truth be told, he was keenly interested. Oh... Hinkypunks. He didn't know much about Hinkypunks other than they were dangerous and obviously lived in dark places. Maxie followed along wordlessly, carefully measuring each step least he - indeed - fall and break his neck. "Um.." He'd taken out his grandfathers wand despite the Headmaster's word, but only to have something to hold onto. He knew very few spells and none of them would be enough to keep him safe if anything decided to jump out and attack him. "Well..." If he were following several lights, that must have meant one was the true light and the others, uh, weren't. So, how did you figure that out? "W-well.. I'd probably..." Maxie began, blinking in the darkened classroom. "I'd p-probably try to l-leave something behind.. s-so, someone c-could find my trail or I'd know i-if i accidentally doubled back." Or he'd just sit there and not doing anything- actually that sounded like a much better answer, Maxie wanted a do-over. |
Yes, her answer had been one that was meant to give cheek. But also, ruining a nice pair of shoes IS a disaster. So it was somewhat serious as well and she was glad he treated it as such. Only his reaction to Max’s answer had her creasing. HAHAHAHA. The Gryffindor let out what could only be described as a ‘cackle’. Trees. HA. Only someone like Maxton Carden would think TREES were dangerous. Bloody nervous, that guy. Always. Someone needed to slip him a ‘chill the heck out’ potion. Stat. She kept chuckling to herself as she followed along behind their Professor. Why couldn’t they just do this lesson outside? The forrest existed for a reason, duh. Making his own must’ve been way too much work. Think smart, not hard. That was Zoryn’s motto. “Hinkypunks are deceptive little knuckleheads,” this was factual information straight out of the textbook for sure. “They sound like they’d be cute, but they’re actually pretty ugly, foggy looking fellows.” That’s why they were deceptive, duh. Also, wouldn’t Hinkypunk make a much better Hogwarts house than Hufflepuff? #factsonly |
Indigo fell into step beside Vita as they walked, following the Headmaster toward who knows where. This bog was definitely larger than the classroom was supposed to be. Indigo wondered for a second how they were going to find their way back after this was over, but he quickly put that thought aside for now. Surely as long as he followed the Headmaster it would all be fine. And if not, then that was a problem for future Indigo. Hinkypunks. Here was what Indigo knew about hinkypunks: they lured people into bogs such as the one they were in right now. They carried lanterns, making people who were lost think that they had found safety. Then they ate them, or something like that. People had already pretty much said what Indigo was thinking so he didn't bother repeating it. What would he do if he saw multiple lanterns leading off in different directions? "I wouldn't follow a lantern unless I was positive I knew where it was coming from." Just assuming a lantern led to safety could be dangerous. |
.............. Was Jó coming to stand RIGHT NEXT TO HIM?! Lucas's eyes widened as he stood there. Any other time, he would be happy to be chosen to stand next to by his much cooler dormmate. But now? Now, he was feeling, if possible, even more embarrassed. If he was red before, it was nothing compared to how he looked now. Not knowing what to say, he just..... looked at the boy and smiled. Sheepishly. Thank Merlin they were in a lesson, eh? Someone else in the lesson? Toddles. The sudden appearance of the house elf made Lucas look away from Jó and, uh, somewhere towards where he thought the house elf was. Confused? You bet he was. It was weird, really. He hardly saw house elves around the castle and now he'd seen the same one twice in the past two days. It was...... yeah, weird. But there were worse things to worry about and one of them was having to follow the Headmaster through a bog in the dark. And they weren't allowed to take out their wands?? That didn't sound like good news. He gulped and looked down to where he hoped his feet were, his heart already beating too loudly for his liking. People were already walking so maybe it wouldn't be too bad but.... ...... yeah, he didn't like this. The second year started shuffling forwards a bit..... and then a bit more..... and then a bit more until he was walking properly. Carefully but properly. He eventually looked up again at the spot where the Headmaster's voice was coming from. What did he know about Hinkypunks? "Well, they're..... smoky? Wispy. They look like smoke but they have arms and just the one leg. Which, I guess, makes it hard for them to walk so....." ...... uh. "..... so maybe that's why they get the human to come to them?" Maybe he should stop talking. But there was another question that the Headmaster had asked and he...... was stumped. What would he do if he was travelling in a bog area and there were many lanterns going in different directions? UH. "Headmaster? Is turning around and running back home an option?" Because that's what he would do, especially since he was learning more about Hinkypunks. |
Brief mention of Zoryn and the Headmaster Ewan couldn’t help but watch the headmaster, slightly curious at his interaction with Toodles. Putting that out of his mine now, he followed the light cautiously, listening to the headmaster’s voice, trying to use all of his senses rather than just his eyes just as the head had asked. Considering the headmasters question briefly as he walked, he couldn’t help but say the first thing that came to mind “I’d want to stay away from it. I mean, if it can’t grab you or throw anything at you, you should be okay”. He wasn’t 100% what exactly to do with a Hinkypunk but he knew that allowing them to get near you would not be good. “I’d imagine using some form of light might be of use, at least when you’re trying to avoid them. If there are several lamps…” pausing for a second now to consider what exactly he’d do “I think if it’s possible, maybe going back the way you came? I mean at least you’re not going towards one of them. If not then maybe just try to figure out which one the Hinkypunk is and avoid that one”. Honestly, he wasn’t really sure what spell to use. Maybe a little ingenuity would be more useful… who knew. The headmaster, that’s who. Placing his wand back in his wand holster now, he followed the few students and the headmaster that were ahead of him, the light of the wand illuminating some of the sludge that lay below his feet. A feeling of unease came over him as he walked, almost increasing with each step as he continue to move deeper and deeper into the bog. Could he blame some of the other students for feeling slightly scared? Absolutely not. Falling in next to one of the seventh years now (Zoryn), he couldn’t help but frown at the cackle that escaped her mouth when another student answered. |
Hinkypunk? What kind of a goofy word was THAT? Nettie had been quiet most of the lesson - in part due to her absolute EMBARRASSMENT over her behavior from the feast. Now that questions had started though, she had to get up and finally contribute to the class to earn good marks. She wasn't going to let a bad feast affect her grades! She raised her hand. "Well, I would probably use my own light. Like Lumos or something, so then I don't need to rely on their lanterns to figure out where I am. That would hopefully prevent me from accidentally wandering off towards one," she explained. |
"Not again" he mumbled under his breath. Every time he came to this classroom and it was dark he nearly died. It happened back in his first term and then last term he could've died. Why did DADA have to be so violent and make him nearly die each time? He just wanted one DADA class to be boring and by the books instead of some adventure. He was young and wanted to live. He started following in the bog. He began thinking of each and every danger that could arise from a Hinkypunk. He could follow the wrong one, and by the sounds of Professor Trent's question that was likely what was about to happen. "These are the reasons I don't travel at night alone and in strange places like bogs." he groaned. When did he become a whiner. "Honestly Professor I guess I would keep talking to the leader of the group and if I didn't know where to go I'd pray to Merlin that I pick the right lantern to follow. Well... that is if I have to keep going and not stop." |
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Alessandro could feel the emotional temperature of the room shifting. Some of his peers weren't as brave as the branding on Gryffindor tower would have suggested. Al kept his gloved hands in his pockets, his wand holstered under the sleeve of robe, and walked in the middle of the pack, following the Headmaster. He was mindful to only step where others had stepped-- it was a safe route-- but he was certain not to lag behind. If they were really going to be dealing with hinkypunks, he didn't want to be separated from the pack. Alessandro quietly added, "They lure witches and wizards off their paths with light to isolate them. Then, they attack." |
You BET there was a story there. A wild one. You bet. Oh. Hello house elf. Toddles again. Just like at the feast, Abra craned his neck to see the little creature, but other than that didn't acknowledge him, determined as he was not to be considered a disturbance in the classroom. Uhh... bog-classroom. Anyway, right, yes, the lesson. And they were... following the Headmaster. Okay, nothing too difficult so far, and Abra didn't hesitate in doing as he was told, picking his way through the bog and trying to make sure he kept up but also that none of the smaller, younger kids lagged too far behind. When the Headmaster asked his questions, Abra was quiet for a long while, partly focused on making sure he didn't fall flat on his face, but mostly just thinking. What would he do in that situation? Eventually, he spoke up, but didn't bother raising his hand this time because, well... they they were all walking and there didn't seem to be much point. "I probably wouldn't follow any of the lanterns. I'd wait for it to get light or I'd go towards the darkness and use my own light if I had my wand on me, which... I hope I would, actually. Actually even if you could see it was a person holding the lantern, it probably wouldn't be wise to just trust them and go with them if you... didn't... if you didn't... know... them..." Uhh. A bit like they were doing right now, actually. Uhhhh... Was this a TEST??? They were all just following a strange man with a lantern unquestioningly, after all. He could be anyone. He could be a really smart hinkypunk in disguise. |
Honestly, Maxton, Derf was right there with you when it came to trees. Or, well, he was a little LESS there with you now thanks to the aid of a few bowtruckles helping him come to terms with plants in general. But still...he felt the Slytherin prefect's answer was a valid one even if the headmaster seemed a bit...not so much to think so. ..........this headmaster had a peculiar sense of humor and Derf was not entirely sure if it was refreshing or not. Discourage from breaking their necks? Okay then...er...right. What had the question been again? Hanging back a bit in the group, the Hufflepuff was not particularly keen on having to keep his wand holstered. He felt particularly vulnerable when it was, well, it FELT like they were being lead towards an encounter of some sort. Just like they had been with the Red Caps last term. And the painful irony being that they were following the lantern holding headmaster towards...a creature that likewise held a lantern and used said lantern offensively. It was more than a little unsettling. "Hinkypunks have a rather deceptive looking sort of appearance...but then again their whole existence is that," Derf began once it was his turn to speak. "I always thought they resembled kinda ethereal looking wisps of light and smoke, so it can sorta make them hard to distinguish in thick fogs and mist like you often see in bogs and stuff. Pretty nifty sort of camouflage I reckon...or would be if it weren't for their lanterns..." Cut a very pointed look towards the one the headmaster was holding. "They're impish...and I suppose their main threat is their lantern...fireballs and all...so I reckon that would be the first thing I would aim for. Disarming them of that....I mean...if I got close enough to one...otherwise if I saw a sea of moving lanterns....certainly wouldn't move towards them..." Only he totally and completely would just for the chance to see a hinkypunk in its natural habitat. |
] Text Cut: DaniDiNardo Torii tried to follow along with the conversation between the elf and the Headmaster, but she must have missed something that had happened before. Either way, she felt kind of sorry for the elf. At least the elf was getting to dash away to safety and out of this bog. The rest of them, it seemed, were off on a journey. Torii had never drawn her wand, but even so, at the mention of it, she felt her holster to make sure it was there. She couldn't make any promises that if it came between life and death, that the wand would stay there. She always imagined herself as a person who would act on their first instinct in a dangerous situation. But, who knew? She'd never encountered anything dark face-to-face. She followed the Headmaster, making sure to keep careful watch around her and pay attention to the places the light hit. There was also his voice. As long as she heard it, she felt safe. When it stopped, she kind of got the feeling something dark would come their way. This was a planned lesson, right? She tried to think about hinkypunks while she navigated the branches and soil. She skipped raising her hand this time. Was there even a point? Instead, she just spoke up. "Well, I would...not go into the light," she said. "They don't force you to follow them, do they? So you'd only do so on your own will. So just...don't go into the light. Go in the other direction." Or, you know...follow your own light? |
Chloe wasn't afraid of the dark, but she still grabbed for Derf's hand as the professor led them into the dark and instructed them to keep their wands holstered. It wasn't a natural reaction to be afraid and unsure and potentially in danger and to be forced to approach it with no wand in hand. "Sorry." She whispered and dropped Derf's hand, scuttling ahead of him to try to follow the rest of the students who were stringing out between the professor and the end of the line. That was Chloe, and it steeled her spine a bit. She and Derf were the last defense. She could be brave on behalf of other people. "If you can't provide your own light, professor, then I wouldn't follow someone else's lamp off the path you've already found to be safe. And it's the best way to keep your feet dry, yeah?" Maybe she was teasing a bit since the professor had given her such a hard time about the wet feet comment. He'd missed the rest of it, her whole point, hadn't he? |
Charlie grinned with pride as soon as the headmaster said her answer was correct. It was comforting to know that, even though her knowledge of magical things might be light years behind a good portion of her classmates, she could still scrape by (of course, she wanted to learn eventually, but that wasn’t the point and certainly wouldn’t happen in this class period). The Ravenclaw frowned ever-so-slightly in response to how the headmaster reacted to Toddles the elf, but she quickly forgot as they began moving shortly after. Charlie’s eyes were glued to the headmaster’s light, as she wouldn’t dare risk getting lost (especially in a dark bog). Imagine her surprise when she learned that she would have to glue her ears to his voice, too.... The headmaster’s odd humor did nothing to comfort her in light of what was ahead (or to calm her subtle itchiness). So, hinkypunks... not hinklypunks. It didn’t really matter right this second, though, seeing as she couldn’t answer his first question anyhow. On the other hand, she could tell him what she’d do in a situation with multiple lanterns in a place like this. Charlie thought hard for a minute, nose scrunched up, and raised her hand to answer his inquiry shortly after. “Well, Headmaster, That all depends on the context of the situation. If I trust someone more and they are carrying one lantern, I would probably follow them. If I don’t now anyone, is just have to do my best effort to be aware of my surroundings. So, basically, knowing what’s around you is key.” |
Mary followed closely, keeping to the group and watching her feet with what little light there was. She felt the mud oozing through the lace holes in her boots, but ignored it and continued. She knew nothing about hinkypunks, so she did not respond to the questions and instead continued walking. The answers to the questions were of nothing she understood. At one point, she tripped over a tree roit she couldn't have seen and cursed under her breath as she used her soccer instinct to push her foot into the ground and therefore not fall down. |
catching up a bit Ronan discovered fairly quickly that he didn't know much. Like... at all. About anything. At the headmaster's initial question, Ronan had been too busy studying a random area of blackness just up ahead, convinced it was moving and shapeshifting and was about to turn into a giant dragon and eat them all. Or........ a chimera. YES! A chimera. And since chimeras was totally known for KILLING PEOPLE (right?), Ronan decided it would be best if he just stared at that spot for a bit instead of trying to answer any questions. This plan turned out to be not so successful however, when the headmaster started walking and taking the only source of light with him. WAIT. Shuffling into the crowd, Ronan trudged into the bog, his shoes become muddy and heavy in an instant. But what about the chimera??? Why was the professor going on about hinkypunks? Ronan didn't know a single thing about hinkypunks, but he sure did know you weren't supposed to walk right into a chimera nest. Nest? Uhhhh. A chimera lair? A chimera HOVEL. No... a chimera spot. .. Eh, that one worked. |
Harri jutted a small pout. She was in fact quite focused on the lesson, or as much as her flighty eleven year old brain was capable of. She did hear the group discuss about maaaaany creatures and TREES and soggy feet and oh...poor Toddles. It sounded like the Headmaster had his work cut out for him and even though the Headmaster was right, that the elf won't be able to ensure for her if she got lost, she still felt bad. Besides, she got lost often enough that that comment didn't faze her, not really. Reaching for her wand, just reaching to make sure it was still there, the young Gryffindor braced the muddy lands along with the rest of the group, squinting at the only light source they had and because she was prone to getting lost, went and grabbed on to the uniform of the person next to her. It was probably still Igor, right? She wasn't sure...and it was too hard to tell in the dark and she was trying not to trip and break her neck or fall into a jagged rock as what the Headmaster said. ...Oh. Hinkypunks. What a funny sounding word. She knew little about them though. Like just one thing. "Um, I know they look like smoke." Heh. Maybe she should do some advance reading next time. Her brain was only full of anything animagus-related at this point. As for what she would do, she would um...oh! Maybe befriend the hinkypunks? So they could all light the way for her? That would be sooooooo COOL. And stupid. |
Okay. Hinkypunks were happening. Or... if they weren't quite yet, they would. Also Toddles. Bel would have waved at the elf but it was dark so probably he wouldn't have seen anyways. But focus: hinkypunks. Bel prepared herself and mentally ran through everything she knew about them, half nodding each time anyone mentioned something she'd read. As for her wand? Well she hadn't pulled it out to begin with so that was fine. Also fine: the muck. She didn't think much of it, it just didn't matter. She fixed her gaze on the headmaster's lantern and fleetingly felt a bit like a moth. What would happen if it went out? Actually maybe she shouldn't look at it directly? So her eyes stayed sharp? Bel tried that instead, keeping it in her peripheral vision without staring at it utterly. The several lanterns question though.... she thought about it and found she wasn't at all inclined to follow random lights. Wait, was she supposed to be alone in this scenario? He hadn't said that right? She put her hand up. "You could link hands in a chain so that you could trust that nobody would get lured off, since other people could pull anyone who was," dumb enough to get, "lured away back to safety?" Erm. Was that an okay answer? Probably not what he had been looking for. As for the bit about hinkypunks, "They're another name for will o' the wisp, aren't they? And also there was a latin name I read.... uhhh... ig.... ignis fatuus?" She had remembered the 'fat' bit. "And there's other names from other parts of the world but I don't know if they're the same as hinkypunks exactly, or if they're similar but actually different species or something like that." No clue. Hadn't read that far, professor. Sorry 'bout it. Bel shrugged and then dropped her hand. That was all she had. |
Right, so make sure the next time she ate that the meat hadn't been scared to death. That's what she was taking from that, anyway. The first question had been pretty well answered by now, so it was on to the second. "Definitely don't follow the lanterns that are shooting fireballs or being held by something that's howling and/or grunting." Duh. Also, boo on the whole 'not using their wands' thing. It meant that she was having to use her feet and hands to make sure that she wasn't tripping over anything. Which meant that she was accidentally brushing against her classmates too, of course. Not to mention that she was absolutely terrified that she was about to brush against and/or step on an alligator. After all, they didn't know which bogs he had designed this one after. It could absolutely be a Louisiana swamp. |
It was more than okay if the man hadn't memorized every student name. Aaron felt sure they'd grow to be great friends. Of course, he assumed friendships with a lot of people. Everyone had character flaws... Perhaps that was his? Not that he paid it much mind.... Maybe he'd take the new Headmaster some honey. ... Something to think about later since the fifth year needed to focus on where he was placing his feet. Every step caused a nasty squelching! sound. And there was hard pull whenever he lifted his foot to take another. He didn't have to have Seer abilities to see himself cleaning his shoes after this lesson. To make it somewhat easier (on himself), he stayed close to where the lantern was casting its circle of light, keeping his eyes peeled for any surprises on the floor. This was a Defense class, after all... There was some stumbling, but over all, Aaron managed to stay upright for most of the journey. With a highly logical answer to boot! "Hogwarts has taught me to be suspicious, so knowing what I do about creatures, plants, etcetera... I would trust my own light. And after casting said light, I would run." Yep. Proudly. He liked being amongst the living. In fact, why would he be traveling through a bog, alone, at night? Man, that did not sound like the Aaron Botros he knew and loved. |
This was very different from anything Kaira had expected. It seemed a bit like they were in a muggle film that she had seen recently (Lord of the..something- she couldn't recall the exact name) 'They umm..are smoke-like creatures that pretend as a lamp-bearing beings and lure travellers off...They are..umm..impish and they are part of muggle stories too, as a matter of fact..especially in Indian folklore.They can propel fireballs from their lamp..,' she added. What would she do if there were many lanterns like that? That was a tricky one. 'I would cast my own light and take the path that my instincts tell me to follow..,' she said. Her intuitions never failed her. |
Daisy followed the Headmaster/DADA Professor's instructions and followed him using the light he was carrying and the sound of his voice as a guide. She was mindful of how she walked among the boggy terrain. Daisy thought about the question and gave her answer. "I'd use a powerful illumination spell like 'Lumos Duo' to illuminate the area where there could be a Hinkypunk because I think that could render them immobile." |
SPOILER!!: Replies "Here we are!" Malachi came to a stop near the edge of a body of water. It was difficult to see much of anything outside of where the lantern struck but it was evident they were now by a river of sorts. "Very good everyone, I see some reading has been done. Just a quick recap before we move on. Hinkypunks are creatures that resemble smoke. Real wispy. Think blue or white or grey. They're one legged and carry a lantern around which they use to lure travellers off their path and into bogs." Pretty standard stuff. He wouldn't go into too much detail because they didn't have the time, their classmates had already covered most of it and they would be getting a reading assignment once this was all over to supplement this lesson anyway. "As some of your classmates have mentioned, they shoot fireballs from their lanterns--the real reason they're a threat. Those fireballs are...well....hot. It's fire. It does damage. You don't want to remain within their line of fire. They're also known to make noises. Grunts, hollers, that sort of thing." The kind that could unnerve a person in the dead of night with limited lighting. "Moving on!" He hoped they'd been paying attention to each other. The students had given the bulk of the information and there wasn't any need to say it ALL again. Malachi drew his wand to reveal a few boats. Those closer to the front had a better chance of seeing them. "We're taking a little trip that will get us to our final activity. There are boats by the edge of the water here." He paused to gesture. "No more than five in a boat. Don't worry about capsizing, they've been charmed against that. Similarly, they will not sink. You've got nothing to worry about from them." So no unnecessary panic, yeah? They'd all been doing good at that so far. "You will board the boats then follow me in mine. Remember what I've said. Listen for my voice. Look for my lantern. It's very important." For reasons. Ahem. With that, the Headmaster climbed into the first boat and nudged himself out onto the water. He brightened his lantern a bit so they could see back on the shoreline. "Everyone into boats, no time to waste." OOC: Time for the mini activityyyyyy. So here's the basic rundown. The students are in for a trip down the river in boats. The boats have been charmed to be near foolproof. Perfectly safe for students to steer on their own with the use of the oars (five so each person can row). For now, your charries can choose a boat to be in/who'll be in their boats. I'll get us started down the river in 24 hrs. |
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