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Manage me, I'm a mess
Turn a page, I'm a book
Half unread
I just wanna be laughed at, laughed with

Uriel Adair Scott

[feeling: eager] [thinking: The Ollivanders...] [with: Third Years] [at: History of Magic]

Uriel somewhat eagerly raised his hand. "We learned about the Ollivander family. The last Ollivander to own their shop remembered each wand he ever sold, sir." He liked history, unlike his younger siblings. It was never boring for him. The past was more interesting than most people thought.

I don't wanna dream anymore.

I'm over, getting older
Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year
And I'm so sick of watching

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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spaceGypsy slunk into the History classroom, trying very hard not to draw attention to herself. She really did not like History. The professor was nice enough, she supposed, especially when one compared him to the guy they'd had first year, but it didn't make history any less boring. She sighed, and for once, didn't contribute to the review. Other classes, she'd spoken up in. This one... she would rather fall asleep. Or draw. She took out her parchment and began doodling, hoping it'd go unnoticed. She didn't want to get in trouble, after all. At least, not in class. And, if she understood correctly, Professor Powell was one of the few professors she'd have from the start of her Hogwarts career to the end (or rather, fifth year, which is when she was dropping this class). She didn't want to make the man hate her or think of her as trouble.

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ஒ ஒ ஒ Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend
You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again. ஒ ஒ ஒ

I don't patronize, I realize
I'm losing and this is my real life
I am half asleep, and I am wide awake
This habit is always so hard to break

[feeling: awkward] [thinking: Jess!] [with: Third Years] [at: History of Magic]

Toby had a feeling Jess was going to doom both of them with that dazed, totally not paying attention look in her eyes. He hastily raised his hand, even if he really didn't want to. "Uh, last year we learned about the Deathly Hallows too, and um...." he struggled to remember correctly. "They were supposed to have been created By Death himself and he gave them to these brothers... The Elder Wand, The Stone of Resurrection, and the Cloak of Invisibility." There! He'd gotten all three, even if he didn't remember anything else.



Did you say "please just follow me?"
I thought you wanted me
'Cause I want you all to myself
I can try to suck it up

I have screamed until my veins collapsed
I've waited as my time's elapsed
Now, all I do is live with so much hate

Dmitri was bored. He felt like a ticking time bomb as he jerked his foot up and down against the leg of his desk. The repetitive motion soothed his nerves, but his over boiling mind was restless. He glanced this way and then that. Caught the gazes of several students by accident as he sized them up, weighed the emotions that hung heavy on their faces. He wanted to fight, he wanted to bite; yell, scream and shout. He missed his brothers, his cousins, and he wanted to go home. He didn’t belong here, and he was sure he wasn’t the only one of that opinion. He glanced at the Walsh twins as Toby spoke up, and then to the soft spoken Ravenclaw. Honestly, he forgot Lindsay was even in class sometimes with how quiet he is. Dimi huffed.


We’re never who we say we are.
162cm (5’3”) and 45kg (98lbs)
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I guess I'll save the best for last

spaceEcho came in and took a seat towards the front of the classroom with a smile. Unlike his sister, he was ecstatic that he had History first thing in the morning... well, not quite first thing, since it was second block, but he didn't have a lesson before it, so it was close enough. Besides, he really liked Professor Powell. He was a much better professor than Professor Binns had ever been, he was pretty sure. Apparently even the students who liked history hadn't been too fond of the ghost. When the professor asked them to go over what they learned las year, his hand shot up. "We learned about the Ollivander family," he said simply, and then, after a pause, "Specifically, when they came to England, the opening of the shop in Diagon Alley, and about Garrick Ollivander, the last member of their family to own it." There, that was specific enough without being too drawn out, right? He smiled, taking out his things to take notes, just in case. He doubted he'd need to, since they were reviewing, but still, it was a good idea to have his quill ready just in case.


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♣ ♥ ♦ ♠ He used to be your friend; that was another life.
With a single bullet, we're gonna blow his mind ♣ ♥ ♦ ♠

Empty our heads over the summer? Yeah, if you're an idiot.

David took a seat near the back, he wasn't one that was particularly thrilled with the subject. Sure the memorization of the facts was easy. Memorization was always easy, but the past was the past in his opinion-an opinion that was the opposite of Cathy who he had seen briefly in the hallway at dinner time on Monday to hear her rave about how wonderful her history class was. Good to know her over enthusiasm about the subject could make up for his lack of it.

David suppressed rolling his eyes when Professor Powell mentioned their heads emptying over the summer and instead offered a surprisingly short answer for himself, "And, we discussed Beedle the Bard." David hated review and wasn't particularly interested in history, besides that afternoon he had healing to look forward to. Who cared about history when a subject he had waited two years at Hogwarts to take was finally on the horizon?




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