Her crisp winter uniform on, and her stomach full of breakfast, it was time to fill her head with history. Hanna entered the classroom to see she was the first there. And there was Professor O'Hara meditating in her chair. Hanna never knew whether she could break the meditation or whether she should leave people, but seeing as this was a lesson she figured Professor O'Hara knew they were going to be joining them.

"Good morning Professor," Hanna greeted in a quiet voice. She headed to her chair and got her things out for the lesson. Her textbook was plonked carefully onto the desk, her bag slung across her chair. She unrolled some parchment for notes, and got her favourite quill and a small jar of black ink out, keeping the lid on for now.

Jackson was still in a great mood, which made life nicer for everyone, and it helped that he was in one of his favorite classes. Call him weird, but he had loved learning about magic over the years ever since he got to Diagon Alley.

Jackson followed Hanna into the classroom, offering a smile at their professor who seemed a bit occupied with her meditation. "Good morning, Professor," he offered, keeping his voice on the gentler side as well. "Hey Hanna, how's it going?" he greeted the other Ravenclaw, making his way through the room and to a seat in front.

Dark circles were under Dorian's eyes from spending another night reading till late but despite his tired appearance, the Ravenclaw felt good this morning. With his History textbook in his arm, Dorian entered the classroom but stopped at the sight that greeted his eyes. Merlin's Beard what were they going to to do with those boxes today?

Finding a path to his chair, Dorian looked over at the meditating professor as he walked and decided not to greet her. As someone who meditated daily himself, he disliked it when someone got him out of it. He did say a "Hey" at both Hannah and Jackson before he placed his textbook on his desk and sat down.

Unlike most people, Tina didn't find history of magic dull. She was a whiz at remembering names and dates, and she much preferred a calm classroom setting to being thrown into some scenario involving spells, creatures, or some other unpredictable thing that could go wrong at any moment. No, the class was fine; it was the professor that Tina had conflicting thoughts about. She'd heard all about Professor O'Hara's support of the Scrimgeour regime from a family friend/former Hogwarts professor who she considered a reliable source, and she didn't condone it...not at all. Based on her own experiences, however, the professor didn't seem so bad. In fact, Tina rather appreciated the woman's sense of order.

It was for that reason Tina was surprised when she entered the classroom and saw all the boxes. She assumed they must have something to do with the lesson, but she had no idea what it could be. Maybe using the boxes to make something? Or sorting something into the boxes? The boxes weren't the only surprise Tina saw. Blink, blink. Well, this was weird... so far the only people here were Ravenclaws. Did the other three houses forget there was a lesson today?

Tina nodded at her housemates as she passed on her way to find a seat. Then she saw the professor. Uhh... was she supposed to say hello? It seemed rude not to, but she didn't want to interrupt her thoughts because that seemed rude too. Maybe if she was especially quiet, it would be okay. "Good morning, Professor," Tina whispered before taking a seat.

Absentmindedly itching her arm that already had TONS of itch marks on it, Nettie walked in to History of Magic in a considerably better mood than she HAD been in the last few days. She still felt all MEH. But...she was feeling better. Slowly but surely. It also made her feel better to see all her fellow housemates already at the lesson - even if they ended in the negatives this term, at least no one could say the Claws hadn't tried!

"Hello Professor" she piped up as she took a seat near the front next to Hanna and Jackson, giving them each a small smile as well. Itch itch itch. She realized what she was doing and put her hands under her legs to stop herself from itching. What WAS that anyways?

Did they have to? Attend this lesson, that is.

History of Magic was the worst. The W O R S T. And their Professor was sooooooooooooo weird. Subjecting them to this kind of madness was absolute torture. Couldn't they, like, go off the honor system or something? Everyone had to read one chapter a week? That sounded like a FANTASTIC idea. Mostly because Zoryn probably wouldn't do it. But also because it meant they wouldn't have to go through the excruciating stomach pain that was this class.

"Are you moving?" was her only greeting this morning. Because she wasn't sure if helping their Professor pack was something Zoryn wanted to take part in. No offense, but Zoryn reserved her strength for Quidditch. Didn't want to pull a muscle or anything. Not with recruitment season at it's height. So soz, but she'd have to pass.

Jó paused in the doorway to the classroom, taking a sweeping glance of everyone in the room, his eyes finally landing on the Professor. Whose eyes were closed? And not paying attention? And generally just...

Józef was giving up. This subject was already boring, no wonder the Professor had fallen asleep before it had even begun. Although he didn't say hello, he did go and sit down because who knew when she'd wake up or another teacher would show up?!

With his toe, he gently nudged one of the boxes as he passed. How tightly sealed were they? Any chance of a sneak peak?

History of Magic was a subject that Indigo actually usually enjoyed. Though, to be honest, there wasn't really a subject that he didn't enjoy. They could all be interesting in their own ways. Sometimes classes were boring but that didn't mean he found the whole subject boring. And today he was in a fairly good mood, so he wasn't at all upset about making his way to History of Magic. He paused briefly in the doorway as he entered the classroom, wondering what was up with all the cardboard boxes. They were all taped shut, which was pretty tempting. But he just glanced at them and took a seat in the middle of the room.

Patrick was a bit confused about why there were so many boxes in the room but figured in Durban time he would find out what the deal was. For now he followed suit and walked down the narrow isle of floor and sat at his usual desk. Not too far forward but not too far back. With a smile he greeted their professor, ”Hello Professor” he was trying to keep his enthusiasm up but history of magic was boring.

History of Magic wasn’t that bad. Aside from the fact Stasya still hadn’t quite decided whose side Professor O’Hara had been on last term during Scrimgeour’s reign of terror. The professor was still teaching, and she’d seemed to be more on their side toward the end of last term, so the prefect was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Plus, there was the whole matter of her own accountability as a prefect, so she needed to be observant and she couldn’t do that when choosing to stay in the barns all day instead of attending lessons. Even if she felt responsibility for not protecting Ambrosia due to her not having been there when the Abraxan disappeared. She might be more attached to the various Granians in the barns, but all the winged horses were dear to her.

The multitude of boxes she saw upon slipping silently through the door of the classroom were curious. Were they studying the owl post this lesson or something, maybe? Although there were the packages but not the owls, so maybe not. The question remained upspoken either way, as she noticed the professor meditating at the front of the classroom. She’d just wait until the woman was done before she greeted her, as she stepped carefully over to her usual desk and got situated for the lesson.

Viv was so shocked. This had to be the biggest turnout in... years! Despite the case, Viv came for her education... Regardless, she went to her usual spot. But what were these boxes? She walked around the chairs carefully. Then she thought: what was Professor Alice doing? Meditating?

Alice was aware that students were entering the classroom and that they (most of them) greeting her before sitting down. All of these greetings went unreturned. Not that she was rudely ignoring her students - it was just that meditating went down better without interruptions. That was not to say that your greetings went unappreciated. On the contrary, allowing your greetings to blend against one another in the background made the final round of meditating so much more pleasant than it would have been had there been no greetings.

Of course, by now most of the students would have gotten used to the professors meditating at the start of each lesson. And even though this state of mind allowed her to block out greetings, she had trained her mind to recognize questions by the raised intonation which usually accompanied them. So yes, she did hear Zoryn's question. It was the thing that finally made her open her eyes (slowly.) "Do not worry, Ms. Spinnet, I have no plans to move. These boxes are for today's lesson."

"Good morning, class," she said, finally returning the greetings of everyone who had spoken. Normally she would have said Namaste at this point, but her flow of thought was interrupted. Next time she would. "I am pleased that none of you tried to open the boxes." That actually did make her proud, though it wouldn't have been the end of the world if one or two boxes had been opened. "We will be opening them, but first I have some questions for you all to test your knowledge on today's subject. I would like to know what you know about Sasquatch. You may list any facet of knowledge which comes to mind. One at a time in an ORDERLY fashion, please. You may begin."

OOC: Woot! To be continued in 24 hours.

Kaira raised her hand: 'They are hairy, ape like creatures that live in forests..they are also called Bigfoots..been represented in a few Muggle movies,' she said.

She'd heard about Sasquatches. There were stories about them that her sister used to tell her to scare her when she was younger.

On the one hand, the greetings from the others who hadn’t taken the professor’s meditation to heart hadn’t seemed to bother Professor O’Hara, which tempted Stasya to add her own greetings to the mix once the lesson officially began. The only reason she hadn’t spoken before was out of politeness anyhow, but as the lesson really began, not counting the response to Zoryn’s question about if they were moving boxes arranged around everyone’s desks, any thoughts about greetings fled from her mind.

That and her hand rose almost before Stasya could say she controlled it. “Sasquatches are cryptids normally seen in North America, and traditionally they’re considered the counterparts to the Yeti in the Himalayas and the Almas in Siberia. Most people believe they’re a form of primate, too,” she offered, grey-green eyes sparkling at the thought they were going to discuss cryptids in the class. Even if it would have made more sense to be learning about them in CoMC. Either way, it was exciting.

By now it fazed Hanna not one bit when Professor O'Hara didn't respond to a greeting. She was the meditatey kind. Including in class. She waved and said a hello to Jackson, and Dorian as they entered too. She returned Tina's nod, and Nettie's smile with a happy wave. And waited patiently until...

Class began, and with it - a good morning from Professor O'Hara. Hanna gave a small smile to the Professor, having greeted her already. Hanna looked curiously to the boxes, having figured out a loooooong time ago that whatever was in the classroom, unless it said 'OPEN ME' or 'EAT ME' or whatever, it was generally NOT OKAY to open or eat things. Or touch them. But she was curious.

She thought about what she knew about the Sasquatches, or Bigfoot. Kaira and Stasya started it off with facts, although Stasya's had information Hanna didn't really know about. She knew very basic facts. What else did she know about them? Not... much. Nothing. She raised her hand anyway, "Um muggles discovered them because of the... large footprints they leave."

Tina glanced toward the door, watching as more people entered the classroom. So it wasn't going to be a Ravenclaw convention after all... that was good, she supposed. She had to fight not to roll her eyes as she overheard Lava Girl ask if Professor O'Hara was moving. Was that really an appropriate question? She supposed she should be used to Lava girl's antics by now...

But she didn't have too much time to get annoyed. Class was starting. Tina sat up a little straighter as she listened to Professor O'Hara. So they were opening the boxes later? Tina wasn't sure what opening boxes had to do with history of magic, but she wasn't fussed about it... as long as there wasn't some unwelcome surprise waiting inside the box (like a dungbomb, for example). Upon hearing the question, she was even more confused. Boxes and Sasquatch? Nope, those two things didn't seem to go together... unless they were supposed to imitate a sasquatch demolishing a town using the boxes as mock buildings. But that seemed unlikely; the professor said they were to open boxes, not squish them.

Tina pondered the question as she listened to her classmates' answers. All the facts she could think of off the top of her head were already said, and she didn't want to repeat someone else's answer. Then a memory stirred... something M. Evremonde once said about sasquatches and MACUSA, but what exactly was it? Ooh, she remembered! Tina's hand shot up, and she waited to be called on. "There was once a sasquatch rebellion that caused MACUSA to move headquarters from Washington D.C. to New York City," she said when it was her turn to speak, feeling pleased with herself for remembering.

Vivienne walked in and greeted Professor O'Hara. Vivienne loved to meditate. It was an easy way to get rid of negativity. Just like Occlumency. She did not wanna hear O'Hara say Namaste. She sat and waited for O'Hara to explain about the boxes. She then wrote some details about the Sasquatch: their appearance and history. And also their behaviour.

Oh, Zoryn wasn't worried. Actually, she was just disappointed. Look no offense to Professor O'Hara, but Zoryn wasn't exactly her biggest fan. The woman was just plain weird. The whole meditation thing was really whack. Couldn't she meditate on her own time??? Or at least just meditate THROUGH the lesson so that they didn't actually have to learn anything? Where was the decency!?

Honestly.

As for the question, what did she know about sasquatches? Easy.

"They're meant to be studied in Care of Magical Creatures," so... Why bring them up here?

It wasn't sass.
(It kind of was sass).

Are you kidding me? Everyone loved O'Hara. Even though she was different. Sasquatches? We need defence against them. Isn't that what this class was all about? "Really Zoryn? We need to know about defensive spells."

"Nothing. Don't even know what they are. Sound's like a soup."

Yes, that was Józef Kowalski's intelligent offer from the back, hand up of course. Sasquatches. It was a funny word, though. "Sasquatches." So funny, that he had to say it out loud. And why was Zoryn bringing up Care of Magical Creatures? And that other kid, the first year, talking about Defence?

This was History. DUH. The timetable said so. "Have you got Sasquatches in your boxes?"

Patrick had heard everyone else's answers and had the same information as them. He felt like he was absolutely repeating what everyone else had already said. But the more he sat there the more he agreed with Zoryn. Who was she and why was she speaking to his soul all of the sudden.

Raising his hand he prepared to answer in the most I-grew-up-mosty-muggle-and-have-muggle-answers. "In muggle society they believe the spot Big foot all the time and swear that its just a tall mutant of a man..." Although he was fairly certain that he would lose points for that answer...

Sasquatch? Was that even a word? Were they still speaking english? It wasn't until some people started calling it BIG FOOT that she made the connection. OOOOOOOH. Now she got it. She raised her hand.

"Well, some people think it's a type of ape, whereas others don't think it's real at all," she answered.

Skyler raised her hand. "Some say that bigfoot is a human that never evolved. If bigfoot is real professor" and out there, wouldn't there be multiple ones? He can't live forever right?"

Jackson had to admit, he wasn’t sure where this was heading… Perhaps Sasquatch was actually just a troll that had gotten lost? “Sasquatch is a famous lore that I jheard about all the time as a kid. Everyone knew he wasn’t real, but people still claimed to see it. Whether it’s one or many has also been a mystery since people are iffy on if they believe the creature aexists or not. When I think of Big Foot though, I imagine a big hairy neanderthal walking through the forest.” In America, people reported seeing Sasquatch all over the place, but it never seemed to lead to actual proof. With how good of quality everyone's phones and cameras had now, Jackson found it highly unlikely that Sasquatch himself was that blurry. Was Professor O'Hara going to bring one in??! He used the itch on his neck as an excuse to turn his head again, eyeing the boxes...