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Gabi had been in such a delightful mood lately - and today was no exception! The History of Magic professor was propped up on her desk, sitting on the edge with her high-heeled feet swinging back and forth as she waited for students to come in. Behind her on the chalkboard, there was a large - and very ornate - picture of a snake drawn in the chalk. Who knew Gabi was good at drawing as well? jk it was all magic. Next to the snake was a drawing of a ring with a large black stone situated in the middle.
What on Earth could that be alluding to?
"Come on in and have a seat everyone!" Gabi called out as the first students began to arrive.
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"Whoa........"
Emmerson stopped just inside the entrance to the History of Magic classroom, marvelling at the intricate drawing of the snake on the board. It was pretty neat, she'd admit and the third year felt like she could spend at least another 10 seconds looking at it. Instead, she turned her gaze to the former healer (who she bet would've given her a note to excuse her from flying if she'd asked, thanks for nothing Peralta).
"Are we learning about the time the basilisk attacked Hogwarts?? If we are, can we do the time it killed Myrtle? Then we can go to the girl's loo and listen to her moaning about her sad life and we can tell her how great our lives are on account of how we aren't dead!"
It was a great plan if you asked her. Very solid and sounding like something she would stay awake through.
"I mean...I guess we can learn about the other time, too--but then does that mean we can find Gryffindor's sword--can I swing it??? I won't hurt anyone I like, honest!"
Why yes, she HAD had some sugary cinnamon bread before coming to class. Could you tell?
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A few days since being back and Nem was more or less caught up. The material they'd 'missed' was made up almost entirely of topics they'd already addressed, plus some they'd never been interested in but were part of the curriculum regardless. The material was easy, and Nem could blaze through the homework assignments like it was child's play, but making up missed lessons and facing the other consequences was so draining on their time and energy and left them languishing in boredom and apathy, now next to impossible to shake.
Frustration too, which was an potential issue, but not necessarily for Nem. They could - and would - make it everyone else's problem rather than their own. Now was the time they were more likely than ever to strike out; it was just a case of when, and how, or if it could be avoided, if the equation could be balanced out in time.
It was in this contradictory mood - equal parts apathy and frustration - that Nem entered History of Magic classroom that afternoon, slipping in silently behind Cambridge. They gave next to nothing away, but there was a certain something in their demeanour that those who knew them well enough - like their Head of House - might recognise as a potential red flag. They looked from Recard to the image on the board, and then shrewdly back again, before taking up their regular seat in the back corner of the room. This time, there was no chair tilting, and no window-gazing.
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"She'll be really careful, scout's honor!" She had only heard the tail end of their conversation, but felt the need to back Emm up regardless. Plus, Kins wanted a turn with the sword too. Incase anyone was wondering. Aaaaand while the drawing on the board was nice, Kinsay was more focused on Professor Recard's high-heels. "Hi," she added almost belatedly, still admiring the shoes. "Are those comfortable to walk in, Professor?" Because Kinsay very much needed a pair of her own. It was important.
Also important? Securing a seat by the Best Friend and Co-Owner of the shared, Single Brain Cell.
"I'll save your seat!" That way Emm could focus on getting all of her questions answered first. See? Tag teaming works. Kizzy opted for a seat somewhere in the middle of the room, setting her bag down on the seat directly NEXT to her - because this one was meant for Emmerson. Out of habit, she turned to look at the back corner of the room before setting out all of her supplies. Hi, Nem. He looked like maybe he was having a bad day. Or, um, something else. Maybe. Kiz couldn't really tell much, beyond being able to notice that something felt different today. Maybe. It's very likely that it could've been all that bread she had consumed earlier, sometimes it made her feel weird. Threw off her senses ... or something.
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Ash may or may not have skipped a few days of classes recently. Okay, she definitely had. She thought about skipping today’s classes, but she had already skipped yesterday and the day before that. So she was coming to class today, mostly because she didn’t want professors to look for her. She wanted to be left alone. Which was the opposite of what was going to happen if she skipped the entire week.
She took a seat in the front, careful to not be next to any of the people who had arrived. “Hey professor. Someone’s cheerful today,” Ash said to Recard. And that was the greeting for today. She chose to ignore the rest of the people here in favor of drawing the stuff on the board. Upstead seemed... somehow not the same? Somehow? She didn’t like them anyway, so it didn’t matter. Cambridge was downright irritating. Kinsay was Kinsay. Drawing was infinitely better than paying attention to any of them.
She finished her rough sketch and put her head on the desk. Just because she was going to school today didn’t mean she had to pretend to like it.
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The drawings on the chalkboard hadn’t given Remy any ideas about what today’s lesson was about. She didn’t care much to guess as she fully entered the classroom and found her seat. “Good day, Professor.” Good day? Since when did first years say good day? Unlike the Professors apparent good mood, Remy was feeling the opposite, and she did not know why. Girl problems, huh?
Her eyes fell upon Emmerson Cambridge as she started to bang on about basilisks and Moaning Myrtle, and Remy couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her. The Professor would be DUMB to let HER swing the sword of Gryffindor, that’s for sure.
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“Hi, Professor,’’ Claudine greeted her Head of House. Was it just her or did the woman seem to be in an extra good mood today? That would be a good thing as the lesson would be extra enjoyable. Her gaze shifted to the board and she raised an eyebrow. She already had a suspicion about what today’s topic would be. If she was correct, it was a rather interesting topic. Aloud she simply remarked, “Showing your Slytherin pride, professor?” With a bit of a smile, Claudine headed off to find a seat, opting to sit at the back of the class today.
Victoria was not looking forward to History of Magic, but then again, when WAS she? At least Professor Recard was nice. She obviously saw the snake on the board as she walked in and heard Emmerson talking about TERRIBLE THINGS, and she did her best to take a seat near her and the girl she was always with - Kinsay James.
"A giant snake killed someone here?" she asked loud enough for Emmerson AND Recard to hear. That made her bite her lip and look CONCERNED. "I don't want to have class in a bathroom, Professor. It might stink." She nodded before leaning on the desk slightly.
Emmerson was older and cool, and even if she and V hadn't ALWAYS gotten along in the past, this was BIG GIRL SCHOOL. She had to be cool, and since Emmerson was cool, she was going to be nice to Emmerson. There may possibly even be some BROWNNOSING if V could swing it.
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Today, Kayne was especially feeling his oats as the boy entered the History of Magic class with one of his best pair of heels on. It was just one of those days were he was feeling great, and wanted to flaunt off his fashion, which was great. He basically took all the rules of fashion, and threw them right out the window. One way to put it to some form of words would be very punk rock, very grunge like the riot movement of the 1990s; even though the style was brought about over a century ago, there was something so eye catching to Kayne about it. Whether it was the general chaotic looking nature of the fashion, or the fact that it mainly revolved around streetwear with plaids and chains and ripped denim, he just loved it.
Moving into the room and making his way over to a seat next to Ash, Kayne smiled. Hazel eyes peering over at the Professor first, he said "Hello Professor! How are you today?" When sitting down, that's when he turned to face his queen. "Hey Ash, how has your day been so far?" Kayne inquired, the smile now brightening. This girl had always lightened Kayne's mood, even if he was already happy. There was just something about her energy matching his own that lit a spark of joy within himself.
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What was the Snake doing on the chalkboard? Lisa had halted inside of the classroom when she saw it and just tilted her head to the side before moving towards it. What… what were those supposed to be? It was a beautiful snake indeed. She bounded forward to examine it. “Hi Professor!”
She stopped again when she caught the tailwind of what V was talking/frowning about. She furrowed her brows. “What does a snake have to do with having class in a bathroom?” she asked. And then she saw a guy with a bright smile sidling up to Ash. Who was he?!? Was he HER new special friend? She waved to the familiar faces she knew before taking a seat near Remy. “Hey. Do you think that’s the Resurrection stone?”
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Phoebe stopped in her tracks to take in the professor's beautiful shoes, and then sort of just hung out by her desk for a moment. "Bonjour, professor. I like your shoes. Are you well?"
She should find a seat, and preferably one not too close to wherever Emm and Kizzy were going to set up shop and be a mutual and adorable disaster. She dropped into the nearest seat by the front of the room.
Serena had been walking around with a little phial, and kept smelling it from time to time. She had looked up a potion to help her disguise other smells and this one came up. All she had to do was take a huuuuuuuge sniff of it and it'd smell like peppermint for a while. It was better than BREAD.
Walking into the History of Magic classroom she inhaled and smiled to herself. Peppermint. It actually put her in a good mood. "Hello, Professor."
Her smile turned stoic when she focused on the board. Huh. This was interesting, and as she passed her best friend, Lisa, Serena waved at her. "A girl died in a bathroom that led to the Chamber of Secrets created by Salazar Slytherin." Serena informed after catching Lisa's question. Wasn't that a known fact? Or was that one of the many macabre stories Slytherin families passed down to their children?
Seeing as Lisa sat with Remy, Serena took a seat next to V. The Remy girl hadn't made a good impression on Serena, and she didn't want to deal with attitude.
"That's got to be the Gaunt's ring," Serena said, looking over at V. Right? She was a Slytherin. She must know their house history...or was that just her?
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Heath peered around the history of magic classroom for signs of anything out of the ordinary, ready to play the usual game of “Guess the Lesson”. The first thing he noticed was the drawing of the snake on the board. Did Professor Recard draw that herself… as in without magic? It was rather good. Then he noticed the other drawing, the one of the ring, and that got him stumped. The problem wasn’t that he couldn’t think of a historical figure that tied the things together; it was that he could think of more than one person, and he didn’t know which one was the most likely subject. Oh well, he supposed he’d find out soon enough!
He smiled slightly, acknowledging Professor Recard with a nod. “Hello, Professor Recard,” he greeted as he passed her desk. His dark eyes scanned the room in search of a seat, and he beelined for the back of the room because 1) girlfriend and 2) he wouldn’t have to worry about towering over whoever was behind him. Setting his back down, he took a seat beside Claudine. “Hi,” he greeted with a soft smile as he began to arrange his supplies on the desk.
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Another day, another lesson. This time it was History of Magic. Dahlia was as ready as one could be for an unknown lesson as she entered the classroom. A lot might have been on her mind lately but that didn't keep her from noticing the drawing on the board. What was up with that? A snake, ring and stone?
"Hello, Professor Recard," Lia greeted with a soft smile while heading towards her seat. Sitting down in her usual spot near the front of the room, she went about taking out her things for the lesson. It wasn't difficult to hear the chatting around her about Moaning Myrtle, Horcruxes, Basilisk's and the Chamber of Secrets. All of which caught her attention but none of which she commented on. Right now she was going to keep quiet and and remain lost in her own thoughts.
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"Whoa........"
Emmerson stopped just inside the entrance to the History of Magic classroom, marvelling at the intricate drawing of the snake on the board. It was pretty neat, she'd admit and the third year felt like she could spend at least another 10 seconds looking at it. Instead, she turned her gaze to the former healer (who she bet would've given her a note to excuse her from flying if she'd asked, thanks for nothing Peralta).
"Are we learning about the time the basilisk attacked Hogwarts?? If we are, can we do the time it killed Myrtle? Then we can go to the girl's loo and listen to her moaning about her sad life and we can tell her how great our lives are on account of how we aren't dead!"
It was a great plan if you asked her. Very solid and sounding like something she would stay awake through.
"I mean...I guess we can learn about the other time, too--but then does that mean we can find Gryffindor's sword--can I swing it??? I won't hurt anyone I like, honest!"
Why yes, she HAD had some sugary cinnamon bread before coming to class. Could you tell?
"Miss Cambridge, we shouldn't be harassing Miss Myrtle like that. Imagine all she has been through...even for educational purposes, that wouldn't be very kind would it?" Gabi asked her with a raised eyebrow. Myrtle wouldn't have to worry, though - that was not at all what the lesson was about!
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A few days since being back and Nem was more or less caught up. The material they'd 'missed' was made up almost entirely of topics they'd already addressed, plus some they'd never been interested in but were part of the curriculum regardless. The material was easy, and Nem could blaze through the homework assignments like it was child's play, but making up missed lessons and facing the other consequences was so draining on their time and energy and left them languishing in boredom and apathy, now next to impossible to shake.
Frustration too, which was an potential issue, but not necessarily for Nem. They could - and would - make it everyone else's problem rather than their own. Now was the time they were more likely than ever to strike out; it was just a case of when, and how, or if it could be avoided, if the equation could be balanced out in time.
It was in this contradictory mood - equal parts apathy and frustration - that Nem entered History of Magic classroom that afternoon, slipping in silently behind Cambridge. They gave next to nothing away, but there was a certain something in their demeanour that those who knew them well enough - like their Head of House - might recognise as a potential red flag. They looked from Recard to the image on the board, and then shrewdly back again, before taking up their regular seat in the back corner of the room. This time, there was no chair tilting, and no window-gazing.
Even with all the ~calm energy~ Gabi had been feeling this term, she could sense that Nem was in a less than pleasant mood. Their little escape attempt had been a bit of a headache, and it was probably lucky for the Slytherin that Gabi had been in such a good mood when dealing with the aftermath of their little adventure.
Nevertheless, Gabi kept an eye on them - as she usually did during her lessons.
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"She'll be really careful, scout's honor!" She had only heard the tail end of their conversation, but felt the need to back Emm up regardless. Plus, Kins wanted a turn with the sword too. Incase anyone was wondering. Aaaaand while the drawing on the board was nice, Kinsay was more focused on Professor Recard's high-heels. "Hi," she added almost belatedly, still admiring the shoes. "Are those comfortable to walk in, Professor?" Because Kinsay very much needed a pair of her own. It was important.
Also important? Securing a seat by the Best Friend and Co-Owner of the shared, Single Brain Cell.
"I'll save your seat!" That way Emm could focus on getting all of her questions answered first. See? Tag teaming works. Kizzy opted for a seat somewhere in the middle of the room, setting her bag down on the seat directly NEXT to her - because this one was meant for Emmerson. Out of habit, she turned to look at the back corner of the room before setting out all of her supplies. Hi, Nem. He looked like maybe he was having a bad day. Or, um, something else. Maybe. Kiz couldn't really tell much, beyond being able to notice that something felt different today. Maybe. It's very likely that it could've been all that bread she had consumed earlier, sometimes it made her feel weird. Threw off her senses ... or something.
Gabi chuckled a bit at Kinsay's question. "Not really, no, but I'm used to wearing heels. I have been for ages," she explained. She probably had no feeling left in her toes, to be quite honest.
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Ash may or may not have skipped a few days of classes recently. Okay, she definitely had. She thought about skipping today’s classes, but she had already skipped yesterday and the day before that. So she was coming to class today, mostly because she didn’t want professors to look for her. She wanted to be left alone. Which was the opposite of what was going to happen if she skipped the entire week.
She took a seat in the front, careful to not be next to any of the people who had arrived. “Hey professor. Someone’s cheerful today,” Ash said to Recard. And that was the greeting for today. She chose to ignore the rest of the people here in favor of drawing the stuff on the board. Upstead seemed... somehow not the same? Somehow? She didn’t like them anyway, so it didn’t matter. Cambridge was downright irritating. Kinsay was Kinsay. Drawing was infinitely better than paying attention to any of them.
She finished her rough sketch and put her head on the desk. Just because she was going to school today didn’t mean she had to pretend to like it.
Normally, Gabi would have had some sort of quip about Ashley finally showing up to class - oh yes, Miss Fox, she had noticed the absences - but she was in too good a mood! So instead she just nodded at the Ravenclaw with a soft smile in greeting.
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The drawings on the chalkboard hadn’t given Remy any ideas about what today’s lesson was about. She didn’t care much to guess as she fully entered the classroom and found her seat. “Good day, Professor.” Good day? Since when did first years say good day? Unlike the Professors apparent good mood, Remy was feeling the opposite, and she did not know why. Girl problems, huh?
Her eyes fell upon Emmerson Cambridge as she started to bang on about basilisks and Moaning Myrtle, and Remy couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her. The Professor would be DUMB to let HER swing the sword of Gryffindor, that’s for sure.
"Good day, Miss Gaeltheos," Gabi greeted the Gryffindor with a smile as she watched her come in and take her seat.
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“Hi, Professor,’’ Claudine greeted her Head of House. Was it just her or did the woman seem to be in an extra good mood today? That would be a good thing as the lesson would be extra enjoyable. Her gaze shifted to the board and she raised an eyebrow. She already had a suspicion about what today’s topic would be. If she was correct, it was a rather interesting topic. Aloud she simply remarked, “Showing your Slytherin pride, professor?” With a bit of a smile, Claudine headed off to find a seat, opting to sit at the back of the class today.
"Perhaps, Miss Blaze. You'll find out shortly," she assured her with a grin. Everyone was very...off base with their guesses about the lesson, which was good, because she had been trying to throw them off a little! Just for funsies, ya know?
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Victoria was not looking forward to History of Magic, but then again, when WAS she? At least Professor Recard was nice. She obviously saw the snake on the board as she walked in and heard Emmerson talking about TERRIBLE THINGS, and she did her best to take a seat near her and the girl she was always with - Kinsay James.
"A giant snake killed someone here?" she asked loud enough for Emmerson AND Recard to hear. That made her bite her lip and look CONCERNED. "I don't want to have class in a bathroom, Professor. It might stink." She nodded before leaning on the desk slightly.
Emmerson was older and cool, and even if she and V hadn't ALWAYS gotten along in the past, this was BIG GIRL SCHOOL. She had to be cool, and since Emmerson was cool, she was going to be nice to Emmerson. There may possibly even be some BROWNNOSING if V could swing it.
"A basilisk, to be exact, but that was more due to Tom Riddle's actions, not necessarily the creature," Gabi explained. The Chamber of Secrets was a fascinating subject but, sadly, not the subject of today's lesson.
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Today, Kayne was especially feeling his oats as the boy entered the History of Magic class with one of his best pair of heels on. It was just one of those days were he was feeling great, and wanted to flaunt off his fashion, which was great. He basically took all the rules of fashion, and threw them right out the window. One way to put it to some form of words would be very punk rock, very grunge like the riot movement of the 1990s; even though the style was brought about over a century ago, there was something so eye catching to Kayne about it. Whether it was the general chaotic looking nature of the fashion, or the fact that it mainly revolved around streetwear with plaids and chains and ripped denim, he just loved it.
Moving into the room and making his way over to a seat next to Ash, Kayne smiled. Hazel eyes peering over at the Professor first, he said "Hello Professor! How are you today?" When sitting down, that's when he turned to face his queen. "Hey Ash, how has your day been so far?" Kayne inquired, the smile now brightening. This girl had always lightened Kayne's mood, even if he was already happy. There was just something about her energy matching his own that lit a spark of joy within himself.
Someone was certainly FEELING themselves today, weren't they? Gabi grinned as she watched Kayne walk in - quite impressively in those heels, mind you. "Good morning Mister Mordrake," she greeted the Slytherin as she watched him walk in.
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What was the Snake doing on the chalkboard? Lisa had halted inside of the classroom when she saw it and just tilted her head to the side before moving towards it. What… what were those supposed to be? It was a beautiful snake indeed. She bounded forward to examine it. “Hi Professor!”
She stopped again when she caught the tailwind of what V was talking/frowning about. She furrowed her brows. “What does a snake have to do with having class in a bathroom?” she asked. And then she saw a guy with a bright smile sidling up to Ash. Who was he?!? Was he HER new special friend? She waved to the familiar faces she knew before taking a seat near Remy. “Hey. Do you think that’s the Resurrection stone?”
“Are we talking about horcruxes?”
"Possibly. I suppose you'll find out," Gabi smirked at Lisa as she asked about possibly learning about Horcruxes.
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Phoebe stopped in her tracks to take in the professor's beautiful shoes, and then sort of just hung out by her desk for a moment. "Bonjour, professor. I like your shoes. Are you well?"
She should find a seat, and preferably one not too close to wherever Emm and Kizzy were going to set up shop and be a mutual and adorable disaster. She dropped into the nearest seat by the front of the room.
"Thank you Miss James, and yes I'm doing great, I hope you are as well," she replied in greeting to Phoebe as she walked in.
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Serena had been walking around with a little phial, and kept smelling it from time to time. She had looked up a potion to help her disguise other smells and this one came up. All she had to do was take a huuuuuuuge sniff of it and it'd smell like peppermint for a while. It was better than BREAD.
Walking into the History of Magic classroom she inhaled and smiled to herself. Peppermint. It actually put her in a good mood. "Hello, Professor."
Her smile turned stoic when she focused on the board. Huh. This was interesting, and as she passed her best friend, Lisa, Serena waved at her. "A girl died in a bathroom that led to the Chamber of Secrets created by Salazar Slytherin." Serena informed after catching Lisa's question. Wasn't that a known fact? Or was that one of the many macabre stories Slytherin families passed down to their children?
Seeing as Lisa sat with Remy, Serena took a seat next to V. The Remy girl hadn't made a good impression on Serena, and she didn't want to deal with attitude.
"That's got to be the Gaunt's ring," Serena said, looking over at V. Right? She was a Slytherin. She must know their house history...or was that just her?
"It does bare an awfully close resemblance, doesn't it?" Gabi said with a small chuckle at her observation. She was just in such a great MOOD today!
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Heath peered around the history of magic classroom for signs of anything out of the ordinary, ready to play the usual game of “Guess the Lesson”. The first thing he noticed was the drawing of the snake on the board. Did Professor Recard draw that herself… as in without magic? It was rather good. Then he noticed the other drawing, the one of the ring, and that got him stumped. The problem wasn’t that he couldn’t think of a historical figure that tied the things together; it was that he could think of more than one person, and he didn’t know which one was the most likely subject. Oh well, he supposed he’d find out soon enough!
He smiled slightly, acknowledging Professor Recard with a nod. “Hello, Professor Recard,” he greeted as he passed her desk. His dark eyes scanned the room in search of a seat, and he beelined for the back of the room because 1) girlfriend and 2) he wouldn’t have to worry about towering over whoever was behind him. Setting his back down, he took a seat beside Claudine. “Hi,” he greeted with a soft smile as he began to arrange his supplies on the desk.
"Hello Mister Jones," Gabi smiled at the Ravenclaw as he walked in and began to unpack his things.
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Another day, another lesson. This time it was History of Magic. Dahlia was as ready as one could be for an unknown lesson as she entered the classroom. A lot might have been on her mind lately but that didn't keep her from noticing the drawing on the board. What was up with that? A snake, ring and stone?
"Hello, Professor Recard," Lia greeted with a soft smile while heading towards her seat. Sitting down in her usual spot near the front of the room, she went about taking out her things for the lesson. It wasn't difficult to hear the chatting around her about Moaning Myrtle, Horcruxes, Basilisk's and the Chamber of Secrets. All of which caught her attention but none of which she commented on. Right now she was going to keep quiet and and remain lost in her own thoughts.
"Hello Miss Donovan," Gabi greeted Dahlia, who entered JUST in time before the door magically sealed itself, indicating that it was time to begin the lesson.
"Hello everyone! I hope you're all having a very pleasant," she greeted them all with a smile. She herself was doing FABULOUSLY in case they hadn't noticed. "Many of you noticed the connection between the two drawings on the board - a snake and a ring - and correctly guessed that they had SOMETHING to do with Salazar Slytherin. More specifically, his descendants, the Gaunt Family," she explained. So those who had thought maybe the Chamber of Secrets was involved were CLOSE but...not QUITE on the mark.
"But in order to really delve into their history, we have to take a few steps back. My question to you all is - have you ever heard of a collection of families called The Sacred Twenty-Eight? What does that mean? Who does it include?" she asked them. While she waited for them to raise their hands, she walked over to her desk and popped a small piece of watermelon bread in her mouth. Mmmm. Who knew watermelon and carbs tasted so GOOD together?
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Ash picked her head off the desk and looked at Kayne (who was NOT her 'special friend', if anyone was wondering), despite her tired and sad mood. "Feeling awful today, vice president," she reported, suddenly guilty about skipping so much class. "You, on the other hand... nice outfit." He was pretty clearly doing well today. "I like the heels especially." She was cheered up, just a little bit, even managing to smile at him before putting her head on the desk again.
"The sacred twenty-eight were like, a group of British families who were still completely pureblood by the time the list was made. Like the Malfoys and um... nevermind." The Rosiers. "That's why they were called sacred, I guess." More like the scared-of-muggles twenty-eight. She picked her head up off the desk to be heard more clearly. "Do they still exist? That was like, a super long time ago. Its hard to see how anyone could be completely pureblood anymore." Which made Rosier extra extra dumb, because he was probably related to muggles as well.
Ash put her head back on her desk (AGAIN), not able to see why the professor was in such a good mood. The subject matter honestly seemed kind of depressing.
Violet had been looking at the pictures and surmised they had something to do with the founder of her House, so she was interested in where this lesson was going. But she was not particularly interested in the Sacred Twenty-eight.
"That was the list published in the Pure-Blood Directory back in the 1930s, wasn't it? So those were the families that were considered pure-blood back then," Violet observed. "But there were families who were pure-blood who were left off that list, not because of their blood status but because of their views on Muggles. So it wasn't really accurate."
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Claudine got her stuff ready for the lesson and was also watching everyone filter in as she did so. That’s how she noticed Heath making his way towards her. “Hi, you,’’ she told him softly and with a smile. It wasn’t long after that Reccard got things started and the Snakette gave the woman her full attention.
The Gaunt Family.
Claudine had been correct with her guess. As for the Sacred Twenty eight? Of course she’d heard of them. Her hand went up. “To expand on what Violet said… there was at least one family left off of the list due to their surname being a common Muggle one - the Potter family.’’ If you asked her, this list was a heavily biased list.
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Phoebe gave the professor a brief grin, although the woman was FAR too happy for anyone to consider her altogether sane. This place was crazy, and happiness wasn't the going emotional state.
She waited for her first few classmates to answer what exactly the Sacred Twenty-Eight were before offering an opinion. "I think it's like a cool kids club, Professor. This is the collection of families that one snobby someone thought still retained the right blood lineage to be considered 'pureblood', but also the right attitudes and social connections. They left out pretty notable families because they didn't like their 'attitude'. What nerds."
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Remy lazily watched everyone enter the classroom and greeting the professor, not really paying much attention to their faces but keeping a little eye out for certain vips. Soon enough, class was starting, and Remy shifted uncomfortably in her seat to sit up properly.
So the snake drawing was something to do with Salazar Slytherin - that should have been obvious, oops. The name Sacred Twenty-Eight did ring a bell, but she didn’t know enough to comment, so she felt herself slouching a little again.
Where was the bread at? This Gryffindor neeeeeded it.
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So...no sword of Gryffindor today, even with Kizzy backing her up on how careful she was going to be if allowed to hold it? Disappointing, truly. Myrtle had been dead for a long time, she didn't think the ghost truly cared anymore whether they dived into her past. Instead, they were looking at....purebloods?
Uh...
Seemed like a bad idea. Emmerson was here for it.
The Third Year went and took the seat next to her bestfriend, sinking down some. Keeping her head down. Not causing trouble. Until Ashley Fox said something stupid. "Shows what you know. There's still plenty proper purebloods who go to great lengths to stay that way and know better than to tangle up with muggles." It really wasn't that hard. If a family wanted to stay purebloods, there were circles, events, things people like Ashley Fox would never be invited to and so would obviously never know.
"There's blood magic and inheritance covenants and besides that a simple genealogy search."
Duh.
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Kay, so Scarlett had heard a LOT about what had happened last year, but not enough to make her TERRIFIED or anything. Then again, it was known it had been a BIG DEAL, and she knew THAT much.
She herself wasn't pureblood, but MOST of her relatives were, including her own father and his entire family, as well as half of her mother's family. It was a LOT of purebloods she was related to. A LOOOOTTTT.
Hence her agreeing with what Cambridge was saying by nodding her head, looking from the Gryffindor to the professor. Pureblood families going to great lengths to stay that way, inheritance covenants, genealogies, yep yep yep. "Yeah, it's all very detailed and some people make a big deal of it." WHICH she didn't care about one bit, but many, maaaannnnyyyyyy people in her family did. THAT didn't mean they were anti-Muggle, though only a minority was. "You can be a pureblood, maintain the lineage and still like Muggles." She added JUST in case.
By now long used to seeing Limpet's face turn back towards them at the start of class, Nem gave her a little nod in greeting when they saw her do exactly this. That was all, up until the moment Recard launched into her lesson.
She was making this easy. A little too easy. Nem could have provided a certain name, maybe it was even expected of them by some, but they didn't. Until Cambridge spoke, they didn't say much of anything, but then chimed in with, "They also marry internationally. More options." Which was also one of the ways you could be a true pureblood in this country and yet have a name not on that list.
Not the case for Nem's family, obviously. They and their siblings were not pureblood, as evidenced by Pax and Ezra's automatic presence in that room last year, but as far as Nem had been able to find out, they were distantly descended from at least one of those Sacred Twenty-Eight families on Jake's mother's side. Their paternal grandfather claimed Yaxley pureblood heritage too, but Nem had never found any reason to disregard that whole obscurity. Even their surname had been born with Heath. Becca was muggle-born, so nobody on her end.
There was more they could have said - an actual answer to the question, perhaps - but Nem left it at that.
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Eden typically tuned Cambridge out as an act of self-care, and frankly the Ravenclaw hadn't known what this Sacred-Twenty-Eight business was until her classmates had given their responses.
As soon as Ash gave the first answer, Eden stiffened. She often wished History of Magic was an elective - she would have dropped it November of last year, and then would have been spared having to waste time hearing about how controversial her existence was.
Cambridge's answer was expected at this point, but the thirteen year old still felt stirrings of bitterness and resentment. Then some Hufflepuff first year piped in and Eden's fingers began angrily strumming on the soft canvas of her bookbag. There was NO avenue to maintaining that blood purity farce other than excluding the muggle-descended.
From the back row where she sat, Eden eyed the door, fully intending to leave if - when, she thought maliciously with a glance back at Recard - any blood-supremacist-lite answers went uncorrected.
Kayne couldn't help but take notice of Ash's sad disposition today. Which was rather quite odd considering the girl was cheery most of the time. At least she was able to crack some form of a smile when he had joined her. "Do you need to talk later? You seem kinda upset right now, and I'd hate to see you this way. And thank you!" Kayne told her. Thank Merlin someone had noticed his outfit. The boy wore it for that exact reason after all.
Turning back to the Professor when class had fully commenced, Kayne heard the question and was rather intrigued by it. This was something that he had actually been recently reading about, which was kind of ironic. Raising a hand, the starry eyed fourth year replied by saying "The Sacred 28 were the group of the most notable wizarding families here in England. This included the Lestranges', the Blacks', and the Longbottoms' if I'm not mistaken. The author of this Pure-blood registry was widely believed to be Cantankerous Nott." Unfortunately for Kayne though, everyone else had already touched upon things that he was going to say. So there wasn't really a point in just reiterating what they were all saying; especially since he didn't really have anything more to add besides that.
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