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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 11:06 am
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Now where did I put that wand?
Grayson walked into the classroom, excited to get the class started. He quickly wrote the topic for the day upon the board, and then turned to face the students. He grinned at them, more comfortable with teaching than he had been at the beginning of the year.
"Hello again, class. Today the topic is Nicolas Flamel, renouned alchemist and quite possibly the longest lived wizard of all time.
"Nicolas Flamel (c. 1327 - c. 1992) was a well-known alchemist and only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone, a legendary substance with incredible powers. He was a close friend and partner with former Hogwarts School Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. He owed his considerable age to the Elixir of Life which he and his wife, Perenelle, created using the Stone. They were aged six hundred sixty-five and six hundred fifty-eight, respectively, at their time of deaths.
"Flamel is noted as an alchemist of considerable talent and as an opera-lover. It is said he enjoyed his later years living a quiet life in Devon. Although it is clear that he used the Elixir to greatly extend his life, it is not specified whether he used the Stone's powers to make himself greatly wealthy, as the Stone is also capable of turning any metal into gold.
"The danger of the Stone's existence was brought to light when Voldemort, with the help of Hogwarts Professor Quirinus Quirrell, was nearly successful in stealing it for the purpose of restoring Voldemort to physical form. However, his plan was thwarted by the efforts of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. Flamel agreed, along with Dumbledore, that the stone should be destroyed. With enough Elixir to set his affairs in order, it was expected that Flamel and his wife would die shortly thereafter.
"Now I know that some of you may have questions, so please feel free to ask them. However I do have a question for you. Would it be worth it to live forever and have endless amounts of money if you had the ability to do so?
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Location: History of Magic classroom
State: Teaching
OOC: Sorry this is late, just trying to catch back up.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 8:41 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 9:22 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 10:41 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 1:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 9:59 pm
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Agnar walked up to the door. It was his first day teaching. Apparently the school needed an emergency teacher. Something about the current professor being indisposed. He of course noticed the noticed and took out his wand. A quick tap incinerated the note, and he watched dispassionately as it fell to the floor. He smirked. Well, this was a good start.
Opening up the classroom, he entered and took stock of what he had. Plenty of books, tomes, and assorted historical paraphernalia littered the room. He was advised not to touch the layout, so the new professor set about working on the board. When he finished, he straightened up the room before standing in front of the classroom. The room seemed darker, more sinister, and he preferred it that way. He waited for students to enter as he flipped idly through the class syllabus and cocked an eyebrow. Well, he had to teach as the school stated, but that didn't mean he was going to be easy on the students.
Professor Bjelke Professor Agnar Bjelke
Lesson I: Muggle Witch Burnings
"Hello class, and welcome to class. I am Professor Agnar Bjelke, and you shall refer to me as professor or sir. I do not tolerate laziness, rudeness, or ignorance. If you do not know an answer, stay quiet and let those more intelligent than yourself speak. Now, before we begin lessons, I will state this much. Interrupt me, and you shall end up in detention. Do I make myself clear?" He glared around the room, daring anyone to speak up before he launched into his lecture.
"Today, we are going to go ahead and study the witch burnings of the 1600's. Now, as you are very well aware, muggles nowadays don't know about the wizarding world, due to either ignoring magic when they see it or passing it off as merely fantasy for children. However, that was not always the case. The International Statute of Secrecy was only enacted relatively recently within the last several centuries, which of course hides magic from the rest of the world.
"However, wizards and muggles did coexist at some point. For the greater bit of history, they worked together. However, at some point muggles began to distrust wizards, and some even began to fear them. It culminated into the infamous witch burnings that basically ran like wildfire across the world.
"The witch burnings weren't specific in who they targeted. Mostly, they actually persecuted other muggles who they believed to be a witch. Unfortunately, that wasn't always the case. Many of the witches and wizards they grabbed were muggleborn, and they were unfortunate in that most of the time when they were captured, it was due to uncontrollable acts of random magic they had performed.
"Contrary to the name, burning wasn't the only way they got rid of witches. Stoning, throwing them off cliffs, and even drownings were also considered to be acceptable ways to get rid of witches. Most witches and wizards who were caught actually didn't die, as they were able to cast some form of magic to get them out of the situation. One witch in particular found it quite fun to get caught. Wendolyn the Weird actually was caught a grand total of forty-seven times, mostly in different guises, because she found that the tickling sensation of casting a fire-freezing charm was actually enjoyable."
He glanced around at the end, his eyes boring into everyone. "Now, for your homework, you will turn in a fifteen inch report on an incident regarding the witch trials. Anyone not turning something in will have points deducted from his house."
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Location: History of Magic classroom
State: Hard
OOC: For the homework, you can claim you wrote it up, or you can type up a short response. Those willing to do the response will receive 5 points to their house.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 4:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 7:28 pm
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Do you really wanna be like them?
Do you really wanna be another trend?
Do you wanna be part of that crowd?
Luke blinked as he looked inside the classroom. Nope, that wasn't his imagination. Just what was he doing in Hogwarts anyway? Frowning, he entered the classroom. It was a good thing that Steffi wasn't here, otherwise he was sure the one-eyed girl would stab the guy. Heck, he'd be tempted to stab him, but that would just get messy. He sat at a desk, suddenly glad that of all the orphans he knew, the others did have some magical lineage. When the 'professor' started speaking, Luke snorted. Really? Laziness, rudeness, and ignorance? What? Suddenly Hogwarts was a breeding ground for that behavior? He smirked. This was going to be fun, and he was going to die for it. However, he never could pass up this opportunity. Just a little 'retribution' for the past summer. Might as well start from where his tormenter learned it, right? He waited for the professor to finish with the lecture before opening his mouth. "Sir, just what constitutes laziness, rudeness, or ignorance in your book? After all, if we don't know, how are we supposed to avoid that sort of thing? For example, what would be ignorance? Is not knowing the material until you taught it ignorance, or is it just not knowing the material? And rudeness? What do you classify as rude? I mean, different cultures have varying descriptions on what's rude. You could offend someone without realizing it yourself." Yep, he was so dead. However, he knew better than to insult the guy in Norwegian. After all, the guy also understood it too.
 Location: History of Magic classroom
State: Annoying
OOC: ...
You, don't wanna be just like youxxx
What I'm sayin' isxxxxx
This is the anthemxxxxxxx
Throw all your hands upxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 8:09 pm
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 __________________ ✿ Autumn Henrick ✿__________________ Hufflepuff || Second Year _________________________________
Autumn didn't really like the professor, but he was there to teach, so... She couldn't really complain now, could she? But the homework, a fifteen-inch paper, was it length-wise, or stack of paper-wise? The former might be too short, and the later too ridiculous. How many pages would that be? Maybe a thousand or so? A subject so gruesome, Autumn didn't really like to spend so much time on it. Plus, handwritten, it would take maybe years to just finish this one assignment. Fifteen inch length it is!
_____ ✿ _____ ✿ _____ ✿ _____ ✿ _____ ✿ _____ ✿ _____ _______________ ❝ It's okay to be scared. Just don't let those fears hold back your dreams. ❞ |
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 9:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 11:29 pm
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Agnar was about to turn away from the students when he heard a voice with a distinctly peculiar accent, one that was definitely English, but held a hint of Norwegian as well. Oh, he recognized that voice. How the piece of filth managed to get into Hogwarts was a mystery. He counted to ten in his head, turning as he did so to look over the glasses on his face at the red-haired boy. A very familiar red-haired boy. A smirk graced the older man's lips, devoid of anything but malice.
"Vel vel, snakker den litt gjørmeblod opp. Jeg forventer at du vil ønske for meg å be om unnskyldning? Eller kanskje fornærme meg i en fryktelig måte? Å, jeg vet, kanskje du ønsker å ydmyke meg og gjør meg ulykkelig, hmm? La meg gjøre dette veldig klart for deg, skitt. Jeg bryr meg ikke hva du tror. Jeg bryr meg ikke om deg. Du kan slippe døde, og jeg ville ikke gråte en tåre. Du synes å være i min datters familie kommer til å redde deg? Det vil ikke. Før ville jeg kutte deg ut som en angrepet av koldbrann sår enn tillate deg å forgifte min familie. Du vil enten holde kjeft, eller jeg skal sørge for at du aldri vil passere denne klassen og bli kastet ut av denne skolen for godt. Du hører ikke hjemme her, så slutt å oppføre deg som om du gjør. Førti poeng fra Griffing, og jeg skal se deg for fengsling, du stykke ekskrementer."
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Location: History of Magic classroom
State: Hard
OOC: Translation: Well well, the little mudblood speaks up. I expect you'll wish for me to apologize? Or perhaps insult me in a horrible way? Oh, I know, perhaps you wish to humiliate me and make me miserable, hmm? Let me make this very clear to you, filth. I do not care what you think. I do not care about you. You could drop dead and I wouldn't cry a tear. You think being in my daughter's family is going to save you? It will not. I would sooner cut you out like a gangrenous wound than allow you to poison my family. You will either shut up, or I shall ensure you will never pass this class and get kicked out of this school for good. You do not belong here, so stop acting as though you do. Forty points from Gryffindor, and I shall see you for detention, you piece of excrement.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 11:57 pm
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Well I woke up to the sound of silence And cries were cutting like knives in a fist fight And I found you with a bottle of wine Your head in the curtains And heart like the Fourth of July
 
Unwanted Origins ►Taken by Bradley♥ ►♪ Musical Magician♫ ►Hufflepuff ☠ Beater ►Lionel
╔ ╗ Tobi had been sprinting down the hallway in a mad dash to get to History at least before the class was over. It would be his luck that the week that he thought they wouldn't have class they would with him nearly halfway across the bloody castle! He arrived just in time to see this creepy old codger stand in the front of the room telling them about their homework. He rolled his eyes and copied down the general gist of the assignement before seeing Luke make his normal snappy comments. However for some reason or other it seemed different...more personal he supposed. Then things became worse when the guy responded back in the same language his friend was known for saying making the air on the back of his neck stand. He had no idea what on Earth was being said but he could practically see the malicious intent behind it."I may not know what language ya speakin', but I know enough to realize we me or my mates ain't wanted." Without thinking Tobi stood with his backpack still in hand and grabbed a hold of Luke speaking softly about possible pranks to play on the old fart and walked out the classroom.
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If you're lost and alone Or you're sinking like a stone Carry on May your past be the sound Of your feet upon the ground Carry on
Carry on, carry on |
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 6:27 pm
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xxxxxxx_____________________________________
xxxxxxx Photographer || Half Blood || Taken by Tobi
xxxxxxx_____________________________________
had been on time for class and had sat here quietly as he waited for Tobi to arrive. At nearly the end of class, Tobi finally showed up and almost immediately after started shouting at the Professor. Bradley knew what would happen next, so he began to rapidly pack his things. Corking his ink well and sticking his quills back in his bag he saw Tobi grab Luke and storm out. Shoving his parchment in his bag he turned flung his bag over his shoulders. "Wait up Tobi!" he called as he ran out of the door. The boy did not like the idea of skipping out on a class, but this professor made him uneasy and he could not get away fast enough. I hope I don't get detention... Mum and Dad will kill me... Yes that was all that ran through his mind as he ran after his boyfriend, but it was understandable thoughts, seeing as both his parents where Professors at the school. He, unlike most students, would not just be in detention or lost house points, his punishment could be his parents holding him from going to Hogsmeade and even keep him in his room all summer long.
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❝ Seems like there's always someone who disapproves
They'll judge it like they know about me and you
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do
The jury's out, but my choice is you
So don't you worry your pretty little mind
People throw rocks at things that shine
And life makes love look hard
The stakes are high, the water's rough
But this love is ours ❞ |
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 10:15 pm
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Now where did I put that wand?
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
State: Teaching
OOC: ...
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