Alfred had no idea what had happened between V and Daniel but he was sure it must have been something really bad to get to this point. "Daniel's not that bad. Sure, he did make me fall to the floor and hurt myself, but that was an accident." His head turned back towards Daniel as he offered his viewpoint. Wow, these two really had it in for each other. "I'm sure that's not true either. It's perfectly normal to cry on your first day." Even if she was the only one who did.

Alfred raised his hand as Schmoe started the lesson. "Empathy in practice would be resisting our natural reflex to give a 'fix' to the situation. We stay there in their perspective, and acknowledge it as it is." Why were they being asked about empathy anyway? Was this a normal thing that happened in Muggle Studies? "If the time comes for us to offer a solution, we do it from their perspective, not ours."

And Lisa really enjoyed Schmoe’s response to her salute as it was just as silly as hers. She beamed and then dropped her smile slightly, remembering that she was SUPPOSED to be suspicious of her head of house.... But he seemed like a nice noodle. But nice noodles could be spicy and dangerous, right?

Daniel’s reaction was much different from her own. Merlin. He did have a point to be skeptical of what the second year was telling them; however, Lisa wondered if Daniel was being too skeptical. He was really living up to the name he first introduced himself to V and her as. She half listened to the conversation, trusting that Daniel was doing all the proper detective-y things to find the truth out. He seemed like a boy on a mission to get as many answers as possible to what happened here beforehand. Lisa wanted to know too... however.... she had a sinking, ominous feeling that whatever it was, it wasn’t good. And she didn’t want to know about it. Thus as Daniel asked his questions and scooted along, she got distracted by a wave from her friend, Serena. Big wave and smile back to her.

And then V said something and Daniel rolled his eyes and told them off. Lisa simply remained quiet and just made a face. She wasn’t getting involved but she DID feel for how embarrassing being called a crybaby was. However, V and Daniel were once again throwing verbal punches at each other with the names and Lisa wanted no part in it. “Not cool..” she muttered about the two’s interaction. She was about to speak up but Alfred had said something and she agreed with everything he said. It was true. Neither V or Daniel were bad people. Sure, they bickered constantly and disliked each other but they weren’t EVIL.

ANYWAY! Lisa turned and smiled at Alfred. She liked HIM EVEN MORE for that comment.

Lisa remained in her seat as the Professor began class. Empathy... Pity... Sympathy. She uncomfortably fidgeted with the hair tie on her wrist. She didn’t like talking about feelings. She wasn’t good at feelings or this empathy. She could acknowledge the sentiment but to relate to someone else’s emotions terrified her. So when Daniel spoke up and offered his two cents on empathy and it sounding tiring or feeling draining, she nodded in agreement and added loudly. “I don’t want it.” She shook her head.

“I think empathy is draining too. It requires a lot of energy- too much in fact.. I don’t like sharing or talking about my feelings...” she started with her arms folded across her chest, completely unimpressed with the therapy session that was starting. Her eldest brother popped into her mind. He was empathetic and he was good at it. He made it seem so easy. “However, I think empathy takes great humility, strength, vulnerability, and patience...” Lisa nodded at Alfred’s comment about resisting fixing the issue. She personally just wanted to fix something and not deal in feelings. “Sympathy is feeling bad for someone but not actually feeling bad or knowing what that emotion is. Let’s say your pet lizard passes away and you say ‘I’m so sorry for your loss’. That’s sympathetic and sometimes it can seem- no- be perceived as fake.” As she spoke, she continued to fidget with the hair tie.

Oh no. Schmoe, no.

He couldn't resist the eye roll, despite really trying his best. He even turned away from the Muggle Studies professor so he wouldn't see. This felt far too much like therapy, and every time they'd tried to get him to talk to about these things, he'd sigh in exasperation. None of his answers had changed as the weeks passed, and eventually any talk of feelings would be immediately accompanied by an eye roll.

Hard habit to break, turns out.

Barely keeping himself from groaning as well, he looked around as people started to answer. He knew the textbook definition, sure, but that wasn't what Schmoe was asking for. His eyes fell on Nemesis just as Phoebe spoke. He definitely disagreed with them so much his teeth had ached, but he couldn't deny the obvious logic of their actions. Jacob wasn't sure what had made Nemesis join the Neo Alliance, but he'd supplied his own reasons for it in his head. They'd never know it, but Jacob had spent a good deal of his summer struggling to understand why his friend had done it. ... Former friend. Making up his own explanations had helped him move on back then, and it definitely also helped him keep his cool around them now.

Was this empathy? Jacob didn't think so. It felt like he was justifying years of friendship to himself, more self preservation than anything else. And like Pax said, whatever it was, it was useless because he had no plans to act on any of it.

Shaking his head to clear it of Upsteads, he considered finding a seat. This was tiring.

Empathy.

He'd been plagued with B I G F E E L I N G S his whole young life, but empathy, tbh, as a Gryffindor, hadn't really hit him between the eyes until the school had become a prison. And all the students' hurt and sadness had draped over the school like some kinda suffocating mist.

Uh. Yah. No, sir. Kale wasn't ready to talk about any of that, especially not in Muggle Studies. The blonde sat in ghostly silence.

Hmm. Perhaps campfire songs would have been preferable, because the way it sounded, this lesson sounded like a whole lot of talk about feelings. And Avalon didn't exactly want to share those with everyone in the class. Maybe Schmoe was just using this whole empathy discussion to introduce some new Muggle object or something, though. Her Head of House didn't really seem like the type to get deep into his emotions. He was just too...awkward.

Her eyes narrowed at a few of her classmates' answers, particularly Emmerson's and Pax's. Avalon might not want to talk about feelings and stuff, but she didn't think empathy was stupid or a waste of time. In fact, come to think of it, lack of empathy was the reasoning behind everything that happened last term with the Neo-Alliance. So the Gryffindor calling it a pot of dung was...a little uncalled for.

Thankfully, some of her other friends gave more acceptable responses. The Ravenclaw didn't have much more to add to the definition, but she raised her hand anyway to contribute an example. "I think Muggle Studies in and of itself is a good example of empathy. Not the strictly emotional kind, but the fact that we're trying to understand Muggles and put ourselves in their shoes. When we come into this class, we try to put away our magical abilities for awhile and experience what it's like to be a Muggle. You know, by using their inventions and what not." It was more than just feeling bad for Muggles that they didn't have magic to make their lives easier. And that was what really constituted the difference between empathy and sympathy, right?

Wow, Kaira had no idea that a discussion about empathy could turn into an argument of sorts. WOW!

Ignoring this, she said 'Empathy is being in someone's shoes and relating to what they feel. Sympathy is feeling sorry for someone, and not relating to how they feel necessarily,' she answered.

Eden had participated in many a conversation on empathy before, usually in an office, hallway, or spare classroom, often accompanied by a sniveling peer, and almost always after her actions lead an adult to the conclusion that she needed a better grasp on the subject.

She'd credit these many prior conversations and her almost-teenagerhood for her silence when...a certain Gryffindor third year opened her mouth. She didn't want to be like those whining first years, either.

(Not that she didn't agree that empathy was a crock of dung...she did! Why should Eden burden herself with the feelings of other people? Didn't she have enough on her own plate without worrying about people who likely didn't care at all about her? )

The Ravenclaw fought the urge to cringe as she listened to her classmates respond. Couldn't they just ditch the feelings mumbo-jumbo?

Ironically, it was only the highly effective pity-respect-commiseration combo Schmoe brought to the table that kept Eden from tuning the lesson out altogether. Heh. Some may even call that empathy. She raised her hand (fingernails decorated with little clouds on a sky-blue background) to participate in the discussion.

"We can practice empathy by minding our own business and not trying to get revenge on those who did us wrong last year." Yeaaaah.

That was hilarious. Kaira couldn't help but laugh a little at Eden's response. This class was officially just another session of reality-TV-drama-her-mom-watches-but-she-could-not-remember-the name-of.

So much for empathy.

Charlie's eyes had skipped across each face sitting around the fire. This whole sit around the fire and share your feelings thing was getting old real quick. How many more times would she have to relive everything that she had been through? Seriously it was bad enough when she lived it now she was reliving it more than she ever cared for.

Yet, watching everyone around the circle talk about empathy had her brows furrowing together. She felt all that anger surging, but part of her felt angry too. Empathy was great and all but most of the time people just gave sympathy or pity. She was over the pity glances from the adults. More than anything she was tired of the empathy from the village her parents had been in over the summer. Pity was like those old muggle movies where the woman looks at a young kid and says 'bless your heart' that was so much worse. But how did she say that to everyone around the fire pit?

She couldn't.

No she wouldn't, right?

Ope, here she goes. Just don't say it... "pity is awkward as well as hurtful. Because it's just kind enough to feel sincere but just sharp enough to be harmful. Sometimes without ever knowing that you've been hurt." There was no taking that quiet voice back, so unlike her.

Sad wasn't the right word to describe what Heath was feeling. He was more confused than anything else. This felt like second year all over again when he was too scared to engage because he didn't yet know anyone's intentions, except… As he looked up, his eyes found Claudine. He gave her a slight smile, but there wasn't time to say hi before the lesson started.

Schmoe's questions had him even more confused than ever! He blinked, his eyes darting from the professor to the fire pit. Empathy and… campfires? He had no idea how those two things fit together, but he considered the questions anyway. He knew what empathy was. It was feeling what another person felt. It was different from simply understanding their feelings, as in sympathy, or feeling sorry for them, as in pity, but all of those things had been said a number of times and there were only so many ways to reword the same information.

Instead he chose to focus on the third part of the question: empathy in practice, and his thoughts immediately turned to acting. There was always some level of empathy involved with playing a character. You had to find a way to make their emotions your own, even if you couldn't relate to their situation; otherwise the performance would ring hollow. Was that anywhere close to what Schmoe was looking for? He wasn't sure, but he tentatively raised his hand and said, "I suppose one way to practice empathy is to think of a time when you felt what the other person is feeling if you can't relate to their exact set of circumstances. That can help you truly experience their emotions…" Did anyone see where he was going with this? Maybe he shpuld just stop talking before he made an idiot of himself!

Ash did not like empathy. She did not want anyone to be in her shoes. And she'd rather not be in Cambridge or Upstead's shoes. And she did not like pity either. People who pitied her did not understand her pain. Sympathy was a good middle ground. "Empathy is when you feel the same emotions as someone else by being in a similar situation. Which sucks in a lot of cases. Pity is when you pretend to feel the same as someone else but you're actually just being condescending and insensitive." Healer Poppy. "Sympathy is better because you can understand someone without feeling their pain." She said it. Pity was the worst by far.

Camryn was glad when class started. She was ready to find out what they would be working on today. When the professor posed the first question though, well she wasn’t quite sure where the lesson was headed. Empathy. Yes, she was familiar with the word. Her classmates seemed to have a lot to say about the subject, so much that she wasn’t quite sure what was left to say.

How many ways could one describe empathy? What could she say that wasn’t the same as the previous 20 answers? After giving it some thought, she raised her hand. “If you have sympathy for someone, you realize that they are hurting. If you have empathy for someone, you feel their pain. Kind of like you know what they are going through because you’ve been there too. If someone loses a family member and you’ve lost one too.....you can feel empathy for them. If you’ve never lost anyone close to you, you feel badly for them, you feel sympathy, but you don’t really know how they feel......so no empathy.”

So a Daniel Yoon had ticked off her roommate. Serena’s eyes followed V’s gaze and she studied him like the lil’ snake she was. Huh. V’s drawing was accurate. Save the mustache. Actuallyyyyyy…”There’s a potion for that to come true,” Serena said quietly as class began. Just a suggestion in case V wanted to make her drawing come to life.

Switching gears, Serena turned her attention to Professor Schmoe. Annnnd the current topic threw her off. Empathy? What? That wasn’t just a muggle thing. This was MUGGLE Studies. Wasn’t it a universal thing, empathy? If it wasn’t then she was ready to write a letter to her mum and explain that she doesn’t have to be nice or whatever all the time because that’s a muggle thing.

Listening to her classmates--when she wasn’t distracted by her earlier suggestion of giving someone a mustache--Serena picked up a few things. Things that seem to take too much energy. All the emotions and feels involved. EWW. Time consuming.

The only thing she did focus on was the question about pity. If anyone would EVER...DARE...to throw HER a pity party….they’d P A Y.

So no. She didn’t have an appropriate answer to contribute.

Lisa, Atlas decided, he liked. The other boy, the one who was practically looking at him like he was an ant through an magnifying glass on a sunny day (the second year felt the nervous sweats coming on so that would explain that heat)...Atlas was pretty unsure of. Unsure to leaning towards a hard pass. "B-because I was there. Everyone at Hogwarts last term was..." And even if the actual Crucio-ing hadn't been something Atlas had witnessed each and every time, the effects of it had been there. Still were for that matter.

It was hard to pay attention to class when you didn't want to, this topic feeling like a potential mandatory therapy session of some variety and Atlas just wanting to sink his head between his shoulders or maybe just curl up under his chair.

Though when the Hufflepuff boy spoke again...Atlas was quick to jump in and reply. "He," Atlas began, pointing blatantly at the first year Hufflepuff. "Shows a real lack of empathy."

Sometimes the best way to describe a thing or concept was to show what it was not.

Empathy.

Val frowned, not sure what this had to do with muggle studies?? So, were they going to be discussing feelings and emotions this lesson?? UM. They'd only just started but she had a pretty good idea that this wasn't going to be a great lesson. She did like professor Schmoe though so.. there was tiny bit of hope.

"It is to.. understand, to be able to share what someone else is going through.. if that makes sense. Like, to put yourself in someone else's shoes so that you can relate to their emotions?"

Finneas finished up jotting down the last of the notes, and stepped aside so that others could look over for a refresher as needed. "Some of the answers your classmates have shared are written down on the board behind me, but er.... To recap...." He began, only to pause for a deep breath. The little things took a lot of energy these days. "We described empathy as the ability to recognize. To step into the shoes of another person and aim to understand from their perspective. But in doing so, we, er, we must be careful not to adopt a policy of treat others the way you want to be treated because - because everyone has different needs and empathy is taking the time to learn what these individual needs may be." These were all points they had touched on so far during their brief discussion.

"Empathy can help us cooperate with each other and build friendships. As you may have connected, it is important to muggle studies because it allows us to challenge our prejudices, overcome our assumptions, and discover our commonalities." He paused again to breaaaaathe. "Often empathy is a vital first step towards compassionate action, though taking that compassionate action is another step entirely."

Finneas was not a very long winded man, so despite all else that could be said about the subject, he'd leave it here for now. Well. There was just one more thing. "Empathy is a vulnerable choice because in order to connect with someone else's feelings, we er, we have to connect with something within ourselves that knows that feeling too." Easier said than done, he knew this.

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"Keeping our discussion in mind, I'd er, I'd like everyone to practice empathy for one another as we embark on what might be a vulnerable exercise. I'm, er, I'm going to pass around papers and markers," he grabbed supplies off the table and handed them to students in the circle to take what they needed and pass the rest on. "On your paper, please write down an assumption that someone has made about you - but what you choose to share is up to you and, er, if you do not feel comfortable sharing a personal assumption, perhaps considering drawing upon a general assumption that people make about your Hogwarts house or an assumption people can make about others before getting to know them." The House stereotypes were as old as the castle itself.

"After you have written the assumption down, please put it face down in a pile on this table over here." He gestured to the table he stood beside, just beyond the circle. "These will be shared with the class anonymously, but I do ask that we practice respect for one another and remember our conversation about empathy before we step into the next part of our activity."

He paused to grab a marker for himself. "Please take the next few moments to jot down an assumption. Once you've done so and left it on the table, you may return to your seat." He took a moment to jot one down for himself, before turning it upside down and leaving it on the table with the bank side of the paper facing upwards.

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OOC: Sorry for the delay. This is the FIRST PART of our next activity. As Schmoe explained, have your character take a piece of paper and jot down an assumption (whether it is something personal that is assumed about them or something more general - like an assumption made about their hogwarts house or an assumption they've made about someone else - is up to them.

I'll move us along to the next part of our activity in 1.5 days (roughly 36 hours from now).

Okay, so mayhaps they were making schmores s'mores? Well that would be one way to get the trust back among them. Moving on though because it seemed the discussion was starting and they were delving into a topic about empathy?? He listened to his peers speaking on the subject before adding his own thoughts, which was more of an example that he had since some of his peers defined it fairly well. "Empathy is something Rosier and his goons lacked, particularly when they took innocent lives of humans and creatures." Sorry for bringing up the war again, but it just was recent and fresh in his memory. Also, to move forward one needed to reflect back on what was wrong, didn't they?

Oh, they were talking about assumptions? Uh... Assumptions... He closed his eyes trying to think if he had any personal ones to share. Oh, he did have one.

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Just because I'm a pureblood, people think that I've had more opportunities to learn magic from an earlier age

Leaving his paper on the table, he returned to his seat to wait.

Evan looked over at Ingrid as she responded, tilting his head as he considered what she said as well, before giving a small shrug. "Maybe I haven't seen what pity is supposed to look like. The times I've witnessed it, it has been mean spirited and condescending." And then at Professor Schmoe's addition as well, he nodded his head in agreement. "I suppose I don't see really then how pity in it's form of sympathy included isn't just sympathy?"

But they could also of course continue the discussion after class, since Professor Schmoe had them moving on to the next part, but which he would be interested in because discussion was always interesting. Evan did open his notebook to jot down the notes on the whiteboard, from having been added by all of his peers.

Empathy did sound incredibly vulnerable. And the introduction to the activity made him eye Schmoe nervously as paper and markers were passed around and what he wanted them to do explained. An assumption made about them? Frankly, he did not want to go to deeply into this for... obvious reasons. But he could think of a few assumptions other's had made before that were hurtful but... not nearly as deep as scars as others.

He stared down at his paper briefly, before writing something down.



Because he didn't always show a lot of expression nor was he found of physical touch outside of people very close to him, people at his muggle school had assumed he was robotic. He'd never had too many friends. The male Nam stood to place his paper down face first with the others gathered there, before heading back to his seat to await phase 2.

He certainly hoped this wasn't going to turn into a match the assumption to the person because that sounded like a way to just make new enemies. Yikes.

Mamie thought everybody else's answers about empathy were very good. Schmoe clearly knew what he was talking about, getting people to think about this. She nodded in fervent agreement with some kids' answers, especially her classmates who had been in the Room. They got it. She wondered if all the kids who hadn't had their wands taken or their brooms taken had thought about what it felt like to be a Muggleborn. It was hard, to show up to Hogwarts with no background knowledge of like, money or medicine or the weird magic rules.

She took the paper and marker that were passed to her, and tapped the marker on her knee for a bit. What assumptions had people made about her? There had been a lot, either due to being Muggleborn or Hufflepuff, but none of those were very personal. After a minute she scribbled down one word on her piece of paper, then put the cap back on the marker.

SPOILER!!: Margaret's assumption

stupid

She went and put it face down on the table with the others in the pile, then returned to her log.

Nothing from Nemesis. If the lesson continued on a similar trajectory, the nothing would continue. Nothing personal, Schmoe, but when questions like 'how would you approach this obstacle' in Defence Against the Dark Arts were blatantly revealing, a class discussion on something like empathy was totally off the scale.

Something to talk about when they went to visit him later. Maybe.

After a few moments, once Schmoe had moved on to focus instead on another student, Nem looked away too. They'd been prepared to just listen, even if seeing where the others' eyes were drawn could be just as telling, but Phoebe James' response momentarily drew their full attention. Momentarily, because Nem's eyes soon snapped back to Rider-Mae, and fixed on him. For the first time in a while, they revisited the memory of the day they'd first learnt the art of the meaningless apology. Rider-Mae had been the one to divulge that information - 'You don't even have to feel it' - and Nem had never forgotten it, though they knew they'd have reached the same conclusion on their own, eventually. They doubted it held any significance for him, that he even remembered it at all.

Lapsing into disinterest, Nem stared at the still unlit fire pit. It may have been difficult to say for sure, exactly how much attention they were paying to the lecture. Not for the people who really knew them, but... well... that was a can of worms for later. Nem didn't look up again until it was time to prepare for the activity. Practicing empathy. Why not.

They started writing their assumption down even before the instructions were fully signed, sealed, and delivered. The Noodle Man wanted anonymity, but that was too bad; Nem had plenty they could write, but only a handful of things they ultimately would have needed to choose between, and it had taken less than a second to make a decision. This ought to be good.

Once they were done, they went up to place their assumption face down on the table, and returned to their original place, expression unchanged.

SPOILER!!: assumption

TRAITOR

Eden's lips pressed together in a thin, displeased line. Her answer had not made the whiteboard.

Also, for what it was worth, she didn't feel like she deserved this lesson. She hadn't done anything but be personally victimized by the Neo-Alliance. The people who needed a lesson...well, Eden thought they should learn from experience, not some cushy little class.

Then again...they'd all suffered last year, one way or another. Even Emmerson. Eden just felt like maybe Emmerson could keep suffering just a littttle longer...anyway.

She needed to think of an assumption about herself and stop obsessing over Gryffindors.

Angry. Mean. Hostile. But there was one that really nagged Eden, being the short, skinny, muggleborn that she was.



But...that was too real. If they had to talk about this, Eden didn't want to be associated with THAT word. So she tore off the part of the paper she'd written on and changed her answer. It took some of the anonymity away, but that was okay.



She walked the paper to the front of the room and set it face down, as instructed, before returning to her place.

Atlas and Professor Schmoe were running on parallel lines at the moment and he merely blinked at the man a couple of times in confusion. It was hardly disrespectful to state a fact. The disrespectful thing would have been to tell a lie and that lie would have been that the first year was showing copious amounts of empathy which would have, in all likeliness, been met with praise for supposedly speaking highly of a peer. Funny how that worked out, wasn't it? How facts could sometimes be dismissed because they were the things one might not want to hear.

But it was a fact and an observation. This Hufflepuff showed a real lack of empathy.

"You should tell that to him too," he replies to the professor rather pointedly, not about to go down alone for something that was honest. And also his mouth just wasn't in the mood to stop voicing the first thing that came to mind. "He called that girl..." And there was more pointing (this time at the first year Slytherin girl) to help illustrate, of course. "...a cry baby which seems just as disrespectful and is a harsh assumption."

Look at Atlas, bringing it all together. Too bad he wasn't wearing Aries nametag today.

So was he sorry for what he said? No, not in the least. Was that a lack of empathy? Could you even have empathy for someone who was displaying a lack of it?

His assumption came entirely too easily and since his brain was in full act first, regret later mode...he was quick to write it down and then place it on the table in front of the professor with a pleasant kind of smile.... and then he shuffled up the papers with both hands so it would be more difficult to know which one he had put down. THEN...it was back to his seat.

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NOT POTTY TRAINED

It was annoying that he could feel the intensity of everything going on, noting the extra awkwardness coming from the professor. Yes, they were shaken, but he'd hoped there was someone, anyone whom they can anchor on, you know? But yeah, whatever. He'd been told that it wouldn't be an easy comeback for anyone involved.

And...assumptions? Well, it did feel like therapy all over again, BUT at least this time, they weren't forced to speak, and here, they were given the chance to be as specific or general with their answers. At least there was room for a bit of control from them. Well done, Shmoe. After passing the paper to Blake who was seated beside him, Noah wrote down his answer in top speed-- the assumption not only came from his wizarding peers, but from his muggle friends as well.

Now for extra anonymity, Noah used his non-dominant hand to write down his answer.

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Detached + Arrogant

From someone who was actually friendly, this was a blow to his gut. Being a Mordaunt was a tough job, apparently. It's annoying how they associate him with the rest of his family who are actually detached and arrogant just because of his name. With a neutral expression, Noah got up and placed his paper face down with the rest of his classmates' answers, and sat back down on his spot with Blake and Claudine.

There were many more questions he had wanted to ask the older Gryffindor but it became apparent very quickly that he did not like that. Or like him for that matter…

Not being liked did not upset the Hufflepuff at all. He had gone years without making many friends and he could handle himself perfectly well.

He was getting upset however, when Atlas began blatantly pointing at him and even using him as an example for someone who lacked empathy. Was it that bad that he wanted to know what had happened last year? What had happened to his brother?

”Ok, first of all” He felt that he was getting angry but he wasn’t raising his voice. ”You don’t even know me!” none of them did not even Lisa. But he liked Lisa well enough so he would continue being nice to her. ”Second of all, you have no idea what is going on between us! Gellar is just as mean to me“ so why was he always getting the full blow?! This was UNFAIR.

Properly upset now, the first year abruptly got up from his seat and stooped down to grab his bag. He swung it over his shoulder with enough force that showed that he was mad before he walked over to the other side of the campfire, leaving Lisa and Atlas to sit alone where he began writing down his assumption. One that had nothing to do about himself but rather about his Hogwarts House because he was not going to share, even if it was anonymously, about himself.

In Claudine’s opinion, there were some interesting answers and as they were placed on the board, she began making notes. But did they really have to actually practice the whole empathy thing? Still, the paper and marker was taken. Oh? An assumption about herself that was made by others? That’s easy.

SPOILER!!: Claudine’s assumption

Uncaring towards humans.

A few years ago, that would have been mostly true {the only person she really had cared about then was Bernadette} but now there were about two handfuls of people she cared for. And yes, Claudine mostly cared about magical creatures hence her including ‘towards humans’ up there.

Anyway.

That being done, the sixth year placed the paper faced down on the indicated table then moved back to her seat on the ground.