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 Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 4:01 pm
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There's a shining at the skyline
Dylan
Burgamy Ravenclaw │ Third Year │ 13 Years Old │ Single │ Chaser Dylan walked into the History of Magic classroom and took a seat near the left side, his eyes gazing across the general layout of the room. Now that he thought about it, he had never really done that before.. He shrugged his shoulders and looked back to the front, where the typical "review of last year" came up. It seemed that was all this week would be; review, review, review. At least in terms of core classes. This was one of the classes he generally had an interest in, though, as it was quite interesting to learn about the past, and what happened back then. He realized he was in the minority there.
"We learned about the Deathly Hallows. There was the Invisibility Cloak, which made the user invisible, obviously, the Resurrection Stone, which brought deceased individuals back to life, and the Elder Wand, which was the most powerful wand in the world." At least that's what he remembered.
OOC:
And it's twisting,
manifesting into something big. |
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 7:38 pm
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 7:35 am
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 7:36 am
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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏғ Mᴀɢɪᴄ || Rᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ Pʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ || Sᴛᴜᴅʏ ᴏғ Aɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ Rᴜɴᴇs
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Grayson lowered his book as students started to enter the class. He looked over them all, curious as to how they would take the class. On one hand, there were those that found the class to be quite boring, and on the other hand, there were those that found, like himself, that history was full of intrigue, if they looked through it properly. At least that was how he viewed it. More than likely, the majority would find this class boring and move on, but he hoped that there were a few that he'd be able spark a bit of interest in the subject.
He stood, placing the book he'd been reading down. "Hello class, and welcome back to History of Magic. As you all have had an entire summer to empty your heads of all that you may have learned over the last year, as well as give me a good chance to refresh your knowledge, today we will review what you have learned in the subject over the last year, before we go on to this year's topics. Please answer one at a time, and only cover one topic. That way, we can hopefully get everyone's participation in the class."
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Location: History of Magic classroom
Thinking: How much do they remember from last year?
Taken by: Amata Harlowe
OOC:
Now where did I put that wand?
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 9:37 pm
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 10:36 pm
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 12:53 pm
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 2:44 pm
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 4:48 pm
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 5:34 pm
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 8:48 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 1:47 pm
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Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day!
The sun is up, the sky is blue...
It's beautiful and so are you!
Dear Prudence, open up your eyes.
Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies.
Look around, round and round-
p r u d e n c e
" p r u "
l o w e r y
gryffindor │ third year │ pureblood
Pru was by default more of a morning bird than a night owl. Not that she was absurdly cheerful in the morning- she wasn't going to risk the wrath of her fellow third years- but she certainly had no problems with getting up early, especially since she'd never seemed to have much trouble sleeping. She could probably fall asleep anywhere, she reflected, and it took quite a bit of noise and commotion to wake her up. Still, she didn't really like History of Magic, and she especially didn't like it this early in the morning. She slid into a seat on the other side of Addy, giving Maisie Reed, whom he was quietly speaking with, a small nod. "I second that," she muttered under her breath. "I'd rather not be reminded of anything we learned last year at all, actually." Alright, so that wasn't strictly true, but the feeling of it was. History was never going to be her thing. She could appreciate the storytelling aspect of myths and legends and recounts of famous events, but names and dates... Nope. Nope nope nope.
The wind is low, the birds will sing...
That you are part of everything!
Dear Prudence, let me see you smile.
Dear Prudence, like a little child.
The clouds will be a daisy chain,
So let me see you smile again. |
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 2:54 pm
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❤ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❤ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❤
Victoria shuffled into her History class, hair fluffed and curled, uniform pressed, looking absolutely ready for the day. If only it was that easy. Her eyes seemed dull and her gaze only stretched about two feet in front of her. She even had to avoid running into the doorway on her way in. 'My least favorite class at my least favorite time of day... This'll end well, I think,' she thought. Rubbing her eyes, she searched for a place to sit. Normally, she would sit in the back, as to not get caught when she fell asleep. However, after seeing her grades, her mother insisted that she needed to start doing better in her classes. With a defeated sigh, Tori slumped into a chair, joining Rider, Kota and Dmitri. "Goooooood--" She paused to yawn. "--morning, everybody," Tori glanced around as some students spoke up about what they learned last year. Honestly, not many of them did. Did most of them dread this class like she did?
❤ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❤ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❤
PUREBLOOD GRYFFINDOR THIRD YEARxxx
I wear a disguise. I'm just your average Jane. The super doesn't stand for model, but that doesn't mean I'm plain.
If all you see is how I look, you miss the superchick within. And I christen you titanic, underestimate and swim.
I've got the rifle gonna be myself. I'll be everything that I want to be! I am confidence in insecurity.
I am a voice yet waiting to be heard. I'll shoot the shot, bang, that you hear round the world. I'm a one girl revolution.❤ ▬ ❤ ▬ ❤
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:02 pm
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