The first week back. HAD. DRAGGED. Not in a bad way, though, for Aboli. She had enjoyed MOST of it...the homework was new, though. This was a lot more work than she was used to - but she knew that coming into fifth year. The transfer was eager for History of Magic because she liked the relaxed atmosphere. It was very nice for her aura, which in some other classes tended to get clogged and stressy.

"Good Morning, Professor," she said with a nod in her direction. She didn't really smile at many of her professors yet. She didn't know them well enough! It wasn't that Aboli wasn't friendly - she very much was when she wanted to be - buuuuut she wasn't going to pass around free smiles. But she did nod her head politely in her direction.

She almost jumped at the sudden movement of SOMETHING on the ground but it seemed to just be...a toy...of some sort. So Aboli took a seat and pulled her knees to her chest to hug them there. She wasn't afraid, but it was making her a bit skittish. "Hi there," She said softly.

Another week, another of the many lessons. In fact, Claudine didn't mind. These lessons were very welcomed by her as they provided her with a huge distraction from all those messy feelings that she yet to sort out properly. She'd deal with a very, very later date with thos- wow. It was bright in here.

Claudine blinked twice, squeezing her eyelids tightly together so that her eyes would adjust quickly. When they did, she took notice of the professor on the desk. "Good morning, Professor.'' A quick greeting meant that she could quickly settle into a seat at the regular spot at the back of the room. Only...

What was that?

Surely something had just scuttled past her?

It had been, give or take, a week of classes. When everything kicked off last Friday, Kitt was over the moon and READY. Then there was the weekend and now this second week of school and he was....somewhat less enthused--BUT ONLY SOMEWHAT. Even a subject like History of Magic was enough to grab his attention. Some might groan but it all just made him realize how much he'd missed out on for these years. Things he'd discussed with the Headmaster. Things he was assured he'd receive some extra help with while he caught up.

Kitt walked into the classroom with his usual enthusiastic smile. "Hey, Professor!" There was even a pep in his step. Boy, this countryside weather had been brilliant so far. What were the chances it would stay this way? He could get used to nothing but sunshine and magic for the whole year--because surely, the weather had been magicafied like the roof in the Great Hall and he was here for it.

"Brilliant morning, isn't it? The sun makes your hair look silky and smooth. Is that magic, too?" Hellooooooo there. "What's that?" The furry thing.

The first lessons of the day had been uneventful, not to mention unstimulating, and Nem was already feeling the boredom. Had been feeling it longer than was really necessary, actually, but that was a whole separate thing. Their mind was already on other matters, but here they were, present and correct, neat and tidy, whatever and whatever.

"Good morning, Professor," Nem greeted the woman in a sing-song voice as they stepped into the classroom and took up one of the seats, kicking their bag under the table but not bothering to grab anything from it. In seconds, their eye was drawn by whatever it was scurrying around the floor, and they leaned forward to try and get a better view of it. Except that it soon became clear that it wasn't even real - fake, enchanted - so Nem slumped back again. Just in case it was extra lifelike, they slipped their new ugly silver sovereign ring off their thumb and held it in their clenched fist, but otherwise sat quietly, waiting for things to kick off.

"Bonjour!" Phoebe took a moment to paaaaaaause in the doorway, giving the professor a grand flourish before she entered the room and looked for a seat. She and the professor had had a bit of a false start a few terms back, but Phoebe thought she'd made up for it. She liked this class, she participated, and she didn't mention that France would be better at the bottom of an ocean somewhere.

Phoebe startled as something touched her ankle, and she hopped up on the nearest chair with a squeak. "Excuse moi, but I think we have rats. Or were we allowed to bring cats to this class too?"

The weather had been absolutely beautiful for the first week back at Hogwarts. Avalon was grateful that most of the professors were taking advantage of the sunshine by holding lessons outside or keeping the windows open, and it seemed like Professor Recard wanted to enjoy the pleasant weather too.

Her first week back at school had been relatively uneventful, though she was already feeling a bit stressed about her upcoming assignments. Schoolwork was always something that she thrived on, though, and at least she still had the beginning-of-the-semester enthusiasm. The young Ravenclaw entered the classroom and grabbed a seat. "Hi, Professor Recard," she said with a small wave. Just as Avalon reached into her bag to pull out her textbook, she noticed a flicker of something out of the corner of her eye. Thinking it was just a trick of the light, she sat back up. But then she heard a slight rustling sound, and a fluffy blob whirred past her vision again. What in the world was that?

History of Magic was HARD because usually it meant a lot of sitting and listening and Cecelia wasn't the BEST at either, though she was WORKING really hard on BOTH. That's what you did when you were growing up, right? Bettered yourself. It was seriously mature stuff. Seriously.

"Hi professor! Hope your summer was good, too." She really meant it, even. She gave the woman one of her signature grins and headed over to take a seat, nearly stepping on the furry little thing moving about the room. OOPS!

Were they going to be bringing creatures to all their classes now? Merlin, she really should have picked a pet when she'd had the chance.

Isla didn't think she'd ever get used to all these morning classes. She'd never gotten used to them during her first year, and things weren't going much better her second year. She had to start getting to bed earlier. At least the professors were good about letting in the sunlight, and Recard was no exception. "Morning, Professor!" she said, her greeting not giving much of a hint that she wished she was back in bed.

She bee-lined for a seat but nearly tripped over some toy scurrying around on the floor. Really, Recard? She couldn't have thought of a better time to let loose a niffler? Isla stepped past it and sunk into a seat, instantly tucking her feet under her in case the toy scurried back this way. "We going on a treasure hunt or something today?" she asked. That sounded kind of fun. Really fun, actually.

Noah had an unusual happy spring in his step. Things were going well. Hogwarts wasn't awful - it was amazing. Sure the homework was more than he expected and the Professors stricter than the ones he was used too but he found himself really enjoying the challenge as well as the people he was meeting and befriending. It was a nice change to things.

Entering the HoM classroom, he was surprised by how bright the room was. Wow. He hadn't expected an autumn day in Scotland to be so beautiful. He squinted and entered the room. Should have brought his sunglasses in here.

"Morning Professor!" he greeted the HoM Professor before grabbing a seat near Aboli. Just as he was about to sit down, he felt something scurry past him. Interesting, he thought, and sat down. "Wish I brought my shades," he whispered, joking to Aboli.

It hadn’t taken Carys long to get back into the swing of things. Namely, her routine at school, but then she figured the fact U-17 had taken up a lot of her summer and that was pretty structured, things really hadn’t changed. She just had lessons instead of practice, and she was still planning on fitting in Quidditch practice with her other responsibilities soon enough. At least OWL year was over with.

The sunshine had helped keep her energy up, too. “Good morning, Professor Recard,” she replied as the HoM professor had greeted them all. “My summer was good. How was yours?,” she added, settling into a seat after easily steeping over the creature zipping around the floor. Wales had done well, as far as she had felt. Said creature was intriguing, though. If anything, it made her wonder if there was going to be a sort of theme in lessons this term.

History of Magic was one of Nina's favorite classes at Beauxbatons. As it was, however, the entire subject was absolutely ruined for her as a result of the unique teaching styles of Professor Curtains. While Professor Recard had shown herself to be a step above Curtains, Nina was still unconvinced when it came to her qualifications.

Still, she entered the classroom and gave her professor a polite nod in acknowledgement before moving to find a place to sit. Selecting the right seat was very important. It determined how the rest of the year would turn out, as everyone knew that your seating choice your first week back determined where you would be sitting for the rest of the year. Unassigned seats. Common courtesy.

Once she found her spot, she began to unpack her bag, taking the time to arrange her quills, notebook, and some spare parchment in case. She liked to be full--"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!" WHAT WAS CRAWLING UP HER LEG!?!?

Naya arrived for class ready for whatever. It was a beautiful day and she was in a good mood for no particular reason. Breezing into the classroom, she said, “Hello Professor.” On she went to her seat of choice. Naya sat down and began to take things out of her bag. She was startled when something brushed past her leg unexpectedly.

Naya jumped and then realized that it was only a toy that must have been charmed. Breathing out in relief, she continued to prepare for class. After putting her bag down, she sat back and got comfortable. Now what did this little toy have to do with their lesson? She supposed that she would find out soon enough.

History of Magic was certainly always something or other. Mark was never really sure where to place it on his love to hate scale or even if he should have one. Probably better not to make lists. Lists were lame. "Good morning Professor" He smiled as he moved toward the desks.

Mark found his desk right beside Nina's. He set his bag down beside his legs and got out his notes and his quill. Just as he was about to take his seat Nina's 'Eep!' caught him by surprise and he missed sitting in his seat entirely thudding onto the floor rear first. Maybe he should find a different seat.


he stood up rubbing his bum and pulling his chair closer uncomfortable sitting into it looking over at Nina shaking his head.

So far, Kimberly was unimpressed with her classes. They had her waking up early, there were classes filled with CATS and now she had History of Magic. Which really had yet to do anything offensive, other than the fact that it was History of Magic and she loathed the subject. It always seemed to be reading and memorization and no practical usage. But, she had promised her mom in exchange for letting her transfer she would at least try to have a better track record with her education.

This was already proving a difficult and boring promise.

Stepping into the classroom with her book bag over her shoulder, she nodded to the Professor muttering a quick "Hello, Professor" before moving through the desks in hope of finding a spot to plop into towards the back. Thankfully there was at least one good seat still open. Settling into it and pulling out her books and quills, K glanced around at the other students, shooting a quick smile at the familiar faces such as Noah and Avalon before slumping down into her seat.

Her observation skills were sub par, so she did not notice the things on the ground that her fellow classmates seemed to.

Fiona had a neutral opinion when it came to History of Magic due to the fact she was average at it but didn't find the lessons boring. She quickly entered the classroom and greeted the History of Magic Professor/Healer with a "Good morning Professor Recard."

She made her way to an empty seat and sat down. Just as she sat down, Fiona saw something scurrying out the corner of her eye. She merely shrugged as she had grown accustomed to some odd sights around Hogwarts.

IGNORING Claudine as she walked into the room, Bernie INSTEAD made a beeline for those people dressed most like her, ie, Phoebe and Cece. She always enjoyed how Phoebe greeted Recard with a bonjour like they were still in France; it made her snicker, actually, which she was doing now as she stepped arouuuuuuuuund the toy on the ground and into a seat. This was an accomplishment, apparently, as one Ravenclaw missed his seat entirely and one Slytherin (HI NINA) showed herself to be frightened of toys.

"Hello, Professor," she greeted her properly, in the Queen's English, and then took to staring at the toy thing. Was it--- what she thought it was? What did animals have to do with History class? Consider her interested.

holy shirt balls – this room was bright. Letting out an audible groan the Gryffindor rubbed her face and eyes as she walked into the room – not caring if she ended up looking off because of it. ”good day Professor Recard,” she nodded her head in her direction and gave her a kind smile as she shuffled into the room as Mark missed his seat – oh. please don’t laugh, that wouldn’t be nice Islay thought as she schooled her face and looked around the room.

Islay’s bag was still slung over her shoulder as she found a seat not far off from where Noah and Kimmie happened to be sitting. Swiftly she started putting her textbook, pens, and notepad on her desk as she waited for class to start.

Valencia was probably the only person always excited for History of Magic class, especially during one's OWL year. But here she was, beaming as she entered her favorite class.

"Hello Professor." she said happily as she entered.

As she took her seat, she thought she noticed a bit of movement out of the corner or her eye. But she was probably imagining that.

Jillian liked History of Magic. She also likes Professor Recard and her lessons so this class was something she had been looking forward to. She skipped her way to the classroom and greeted the professor with a smile, she's as pretty as ever. "Hello, Professor Recard". She noticed the creature moving around. Since Professor Recard seems to be chill about it, then it must be hers.

Cool. Another themed class they will be having today. Jillian likes it. More room for discussion.

She quietly went on her way and sat next to the Hufflepuff prefect (Carys). She set her bag on the table- not on the floor today, she doesn't want whatever that thing is crawling in her bag. So no. Not today. She glanced over to Carys and smiled. Greeting her hello but in a much softer tone.

Humming softly, Jina walked down the corridor and entered the History of Magic classroom. It was a lovely day! The day after next would be her eighteenth birthday and she hoped the weather would continue to be this pleasant.

"Hi, Professor Recard. Hope you had a good summer too," she greeted the professor. She took a seat as instructed, but jumped up again when she saw something scurrying around under the desks and chairs. The first thing that came to mind was: huge cockroach (ugh!), but after observing it again she realised that it had fur, only four legs and no antennae. And it was a toy. Okay yeah, she didn't think Recard would allow household pests in her classroom in the first place. Jina returned to her seat and took out her supplies to prepare for the lesson. She did not have any shiny object on her, so hopefully she could ignore the toy for the time being.

History of Magic shouldn’t have been worse than Care of Magical Creatures to Charlie, but it was absolutely worse than Magical Creatures. At least she was always pretty interested, the animals were ick and she hated being dirty, but she loved the animals they learned about. History of Magic.... well that was sitting, listening, writing notes, and trying to keep her heavy eyes open no matter how much sleep she had gotten the night before.

Trying to put on a good face she smiled, “Hello Professor” She still hadn’t established where she liked sitting in the room she realized it was much brighter than usual and she was not a fan. Now she needed to find a place to sit that... oh absolutely not there was something scurrying across the floor apparently because she watched Nina climb into her chair. Charlie was ready to turn on her heel and come back when things weren’t scurrying around the floor but her mother would burry her if she ditched a class.

Ugh with that she set about trying to find a spot. Not next to Phoebe because she was being overly dramatic about saying hello to their professor. Not near the older boy (Mark) who nearly missed his seat. She wanted to be noticed, but for her cute outfits and accessories, not being loud and freaking out in class. Regardless of what ever possible rodent was scurrying across the floor.

With classes in full swing, they entered week 2 of the term, and Blake was still trying to wrap his head around the new classes he was taking. None the less History of Magic marched on. Blake had taken his seat and was getting his things out when he noticed out of the corner of his eye. Something moving around on the floor, trying to do the manly thing and not scream because .. well ... who knew what was on the floor.. but umm.... "Umm.. Professor." Blake wasn't sure the best way to approach this .. "There's something on running around the floor." He added.

[ooc: Sorry Lissy!!! Wrong class. Man I'm silly. Two minutes. Another Holly post is supposed to be here not the one for DADA.]


Holly wasn’t really sure about History of Magic, but at the same time she liked History… and she supposed history was just… good to know. Right? Right.

Walking into the classroom, Holly gave the Professor a smile and a nod, her empty hand lifting to wave a bit too. ”Hi, Professor Recard.” The Scottish raised girl moved towards the back of the room and slipped into her own chair. Nothing to see here, nope. Not at all. She crossed one leg over the other and twirled her hair around her fingers.

History of Magic was one of Heath's favorite classes. It didn't involve anything scary, and there was little potential for him to look stupid in front of everybody! As such, he was looking forward to this class… well, as much as he could look forward to anything with all the upheaval going on in his life. He entered the classroom, blinking at the unexpected light. Jumping Jawas, it was bright in here! Not that he minded; it was just going to take a few seconds for his eyes to adjust.

"Good morning, Professor Recard," he greeted politely, though the mention of summer caught him somewhat off guard. "My summer was… fine, thanks." That wasn't quite the right word to describe it, but nobody needed to know about the family drama that had happened over the break. "Did you have a nice summer?" he asked, hoping the question would provide a distraction.

He took a seat in his usual place toward the middle of the room and began to neatly arrange his supplies in front of him. Suddenly he saw something small and furry out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't get a good look at it. Gah! What was that thing? More importantly, was he going to turn into a hairy creature if it touched him?