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Adalaide frowned as she took notes for the lesson. She rather hated this topic. It was upsetting to her, mostly because she was a halfblood, and she couldn't help but think that her blood status would be the norm, as opposed to a rarity, if not for this particular period. There had always been a lot of purists, of course, but in the time prior to the burnings and the paranoia that led to them, muggles and magical folk had gotten along, and marriage between them was common. Nowadays, the story of how a magical and a muggle parent even met is one that people listen to with fascination, simply because it just didn't happen that much. She thought that she might have read somewhere that the separation between the groups was also the reason for the unusually high number of muggleborns in later decades. Magical types would choose to stay with their muggle spouses, whose children would then marry muggles, and on and on until the magic in the blood was so thin that a magical child was unlikely. She smirked a little. The book had also said that the reverse, muggle members of magical families, were the reason behind Squibs. Her father always said that a Squib in the family was a sure sign of a muggle ancestor, something that amused Ada, since it always seemed to be the most uptight blood purists who were hiding a Squib in the attic.

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Location: History of Magic: Friday - (2:00pm to 2:45pm)

History it was Chloe’s last class of the week just like last year. She loved history surprising though she never took any other history type classes this year. Her parents were even surprised but they were even more surprised when she told them she wanted to work at St. St. Mungo's or do something with Transfigurations. She had even considered becoming an Auror though she didn’t know how that would go.

Taking a seat in History at the front of the class Chloe’s thoughts wandered to what she was going to do after class and for the rest of the weekend. Maybe hang in the library… not that she didn’t do that every day. When class started Chloe wished that next week would start up so that they could finally work on something besides review. Every class it seemed had that cycle at the beginning at the year review then new material. Luckily her only saving grace was her electives.

Raising her hand Chloe remembered what they covered in class last year and then some. “We covered the deathly hallows three powerful objects in our world those being the elder wand, the resurrection stone, and the cloak of invisibility.” She spoke. That was sure to start some discussion right?

Status: Happy
With: Third years

List of Knowledge: Progress

OOC: ---

Sun sighed, sitting towards the back of the classroom. He wasn't exactly too keen on being here, since he remembered nothing of the previous year. Though against all odds, he found himself pitching into the conversation. "Beedle the bard," he said. "We learned about his story." Well, that wasn't exactly like him... He didn't know he remembered anything. Or perhaps his conscious mind was playing a trick on him? Eh, it was all too confusing.

 
☩I'm always ṡ¢яεαмιиģ my lungs out 'til my head starts รקเภภเภﻮ☩ 
☩Won't keep my νøι¢ε down☩ 
☩Know the words I รקєคк are the τнøυģнτṡ I think out ใ๏ย๔☩ 

×××××Jaslyn wandered into History class, and immediately spotted the red hair of her best friend. Quickly she made her way over to the boy and plopped down in the seat next to him. She pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, making it seem like she was going to be taking notes. Instead though, she began to doodle. A heart, a star, an arrow, anything and everything that came to mind.

OOC...

How scary, these muggles. They would blame each other and kill each other over trivial things, and knowing nothing but mere rumors. Of course, wizards were the same... All living creatures were the same, in Sun's mind. While he pondered, other students would stay silent, ask questions, or do whatever they wanted. All he knew was that his mouth would not open and he would not utter a word, even though questions burned inside his mind.

Still, I can't embrace it
Every silver lining has a cloud
But not so far
I keep waiting for the shoe to drop

Today I feel like dancing: Inattentive
I never feel like dancing: This is an awful topic...
It's like even the weather suits my mood: Third Years
My entire soul is ringing: History of Magic

N E W L Y N | T A R A | V A S S
H U F F L E P U F F | B L O O D T R A I T O R | T H I R D Y E A R

Newlyn, in her seat by the window, tried to pay attention. She really did. But the topic was just so... awful. Honestly, they were discussing ways poor witches and wizards were killed. She found herself doodling a fire in the corner of her parchment, smoke wafting up from it.



Waiting for the axe to fall
And it will happen
This I know
Just not so far