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Gunnar was trying very hard to ignore whatever drama some of the younger students of the class were currently embroiled in. It seemed to be a regular occurrence with many of them and it was one reason that he did not appreciate the lessons with mixed years. It cut into his focus and learning. But he was fairly interested in today's class topic, even with the varied viewpoints, and he had been diligently working at his desk, even if he did not have much to say today. But it did not seem that he'd be permitted to stay silent long as interviewing portraits was next on the agenda. Three questions, one portrait. That shouldn't be too difficult, but what questions should he ask... and which portrait? He decided to hang back and listen to some of the other questions being posed as he could springboard off of those and perhaps make his deduction a bit easier. He started towards the one called Mikailov, but soon changed his mind as he wasn't sure he could get much of an answer past all that laughing. So he soon settled on Croz. He seemed to have plenty to say. Walking over to that portrait, he hung back behind the small crowd of students huddled around it and paused to listen to what was asked and answered before coming up with his own inquiries. Merlin. His accent really made it difficult for Gunnar to follow along. But he got something about smuggling dark creatures for the money. Speaking up, he added, "Excuse me, Mr. Croz, but as far as you know, was anyone harmed by any of the creatures you smuggled or traded?" Or wait, did he breed them himself? |
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He was laughing? LAUGHING?! Seriously? Lucas stood completely still, Viktor's laughter ringing in his ears. What was so funny about his HAIR?! Sure, it wasn't silky smooth and he wasn't winning any contests any time soon but he didn't care. He wasn't the type to spend hours on his hair in the morning. But now? Now he was feeling like he should. Like there was something wrong with how curly and bushy his hair was. His heart rate quickened as the laughter only continued to ring in his ears. All thoughts about a classroom and an activity left his brain and, before he knew it, he found himself shouting, "ShutupshutupshutUP!" ........ "Shut up! This is serious." Breathebreathebreathe. Wait.... potions?! His eyebrows furrowed as Viktor started talking about..... potions. Not swallowing his potions. "I don't think that's why you're in this position, Viktor." And he had even more questions about this: about what potions he was talking about, who was making him take them, and why he didn't want to take them. "I guess, it would just be easier to ask...... why are you here? What did you get caught for?" |
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"Ok last question, What was the easiest and most lucrative creature you smuggled? and well that story about the time you went swimmin' off by the creak would be cool now also" All done with questions but still wanted to hear him talk. |
Nettie nodded in agreement at Eiji's assessment, goosebumps erupting on her neck as he muttered in her ear. "Agreed. He doesn't seem to be hesitant to come clean on the details either, which should make this a bit easier," she added with a small smile. She noted those glances that Eiji kept throwing at Missa, feeling her heart sink a bit. She hated that he was upset about Missa, but...Nettie was still upset about the poster. So she didn't feel THAT bad at the moment. She turned back to the portrait as Eiji asked his question, listening to his response. Well that was...disturbing, to say the least. She blinked at him with wide eyes. So he tortured them, basically? Now she had very little doubt that this wizard was not only crazy, but a Dark Wizard as well. Torturing and killing people? It would be the argument of the century to convince her otherwise... She turned back to the portrait, knowing that their last question had to be a GOOD one. "You said you murdered them because they WANTED it. Why do you think your victims wanted that?" she asked. She was breaking her own rule about not asking generalized questions, but he seemed ready to spill every detail here. A roundabout way to get a motive, but it would hopefully get them a motive all the same... |
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She laughed along with Mr. Croz even though she felt a little bit crazy doing so. "Okay, I have one more question. What sorts of feelings and thoughts were going through your head when you did this?" Not that he would necessarily be honest in his answer, but Avalon was genuinely curious. And she was desperate for any clues at this point. |
Text Cut: Nina and Miss Drummond The sentiment went both ways. Drewett did, in fact, enjoy working with Nina Castillo. Anyone who thought otherwise—yes, that includes you, Trolloise, even if they were somehow friends—was wrong to think that Nina wasn't great company. He wasn't even going to delve into all the 'but she is boring' comments he'd heard from gossiping students in the corridor. There was no room for negativity towards the people he considered friends in Drewett's mindset. But also? Yes, it was best not to strangle the professor. Drewett actually liked Headmaster Trent. The Ravenclaw had learned a lot from his two years of teaching so far, and he was looking forward to more interesting lessons under him. See? Nina Castillo was a good friend. "Thank you," he whispered back. Drewett still had a bit of pink on his face because of his comment. He didn't mean it at all. He'd only been carried off—that could actually be a nice addition to his crime report, if you thought of it—by the lesson and the obvious tension between the three fourth years. It was also obvious that he was no fan of drama, too. Hey, hey. Nina, Nina, Nina. Drewett was also joking with the second half of his comment, but also half not. He knew he was right. He couldn't resist the laugh that came with her reaction, and he also rubbed on the area she had shoved. "Ow!" Okay, so he was being a tad bit cheeky today but it was in effort to make himself feel a little better after the looks he'd gotten from Eiji and Missa earlier. That, and so Nina could loosen up too. A little poking fun wasn't so bad, he'd realized. But for now, he let it go so they could focus on the task at hand. It didn't wipe away the little smile playing on his lips, though, when Nina began asking. ................ This was like watching Nina interrogating herself. Her reflection on a mirror. Ms. Drummond's 'I don't care' was the cherry on top of it, and Drewett found himself biting his lower lip so he didn't laugh. He was so amused, and it showed. If Nina looked at him and saw his expression, Drewett would probably be a victim of yet another shove on the shoulder. And he noticed how the lady in the portrait did not flinch. Did not look impressed. She was firm with what she believed in and where she stood. So far, Ms. Drummond didn't strike Drewett as a dark witch. All dark activities were considered unethical, but not all unethical activities were dark. The moral code, too, was a social construct. Everyone had a subjective and biased point of view towards that is "right" and "wrong". Gray areas, like they'd mentioned in class. And did she mention that the jury was divided? Again, more gray areas. The Ravenclaw made a mental note on that, along with the responses he'd heard from Missa's, a younger Ravenclaw's (Analiese), and the Hufflepuff's (Eniola) questions. But now it was his turn to ask. "I-I understand what you mean, ma'am. We all need to p-progress for a better future, like you said." Not that Drewett would experiment on humans. That would break his own moral code. He'd used 'own' because there were far too many subjectivities surrounding ethics and dark activities. It was clear that he and Ms. Drummond had different definitions of what is good and not. "How d-did you experiment on them, ma'am, like did you use dark magic?" Also, it was technically just one question, and a direct one as well. Maybe trying to get her to tell her story would provide answers to questions they hadn't even asked. |
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He shrugged nonchalantly, the laughter still in his eyes. "No' really sure abou' tha', lad. I jus' han' 'em over t' their new owners an' collec' the galleons on tha way ou'. They're dark creatures, dang'rous no ma'er wha ye do. If people do' wan' t'be responsible, I do' reckon tha's my fault." He didn't force anyone to buy his creatures and he didn't ask what purpose they had for them either. Quote:
"Nothing is serious, boy!" He retorted with a bit of a snort. Serious? How could anyone take anything so seriously when everything was just so...so....hilarious? His eyes shone at the next question. "I don't think you really want to know, but I'll tell you anyway. They said it was murder! Can you believe that. Murder! I was only doing what they asked." Quote:
Very lucrative, about as lucrative as the nundus. All a good time. "No' as fer tha time me an' tha laddies wen' dow' by tha creak, foun' us a group o' young lassies in tha middle o' a--" But before he could get too far into the story, the Headmaster cleared his throat. The man had heard the story before and had flushed. Apparently he didn't want the students hearing about it too. "Aye, maybe nex' time?" Quote:
"They asked! We had conversations! We spoke." He said with a proud grin. "My friends reassured me, they told me all their secrets, their inner desires. My friends know everything, they tell me everything." They always spoke to him, even when he tried to sleep. The potions made them stop, but sometimes he got lonely. Quote:
His thoughts and feelings? The man felt he'd sort of answered this before but realized it hadn't been explicitly clear. He had no trouble giving further explanation. "Reck'n tha only though' I was thinkin' was how much mo'e money I'd be walkin' away with. I's wha' i' is. A business. Ye do i' t' ge' tha sweet pay dirt. Migh' also 'ave been thinkin' o' how I plan t' spen' all tha' money." But that was about it. Nothing more there. Quote:
"I suppose that depends on what you call dark magic and what makes it dark in the first place. Any spell can be dark depending on it's use." Covered under the white cloth, she'd heard the class' discussion. It was appalling that after all that talk he would ask a question like that and she would ensure he saw the error in that. "I didn't use any magic that I perceived to be dark." So there was that. "So no, I didn't use any dark magic. Not in my book. A lot of it entailed potions and their effects." |
So instead of jumping right into it, Archer had decided to listen in on the conversations the portraits were having with her classmates. Headmaster Trent hadn't said they couldn't, after all. Besides, it was the best way to gage what, exactly they were dealing with here. But something the Viktor fellow said had her deciding to avoid him completely least she say something inappropriate. And the other guy's, Croz or whatever, accent was just.....not only was it hard to understand, but it was grating on her eardrums. Which left her with the woman. Only she couldn't think of anything to ask her. I mean, she wasn't getting much to go on there. But then she thought of something that no one had thought to ask her yet. So she approached Ms. Drummond's portrait. "Excuse me, but what exactly did your experiments entail? And had your subject's given their full verbal and written consent? If they did, did they understand what, exactly they were consenting to" Because, yes that made a world of difference there. Also, she did realize that was all of her allowed questions all at once. |
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But she was obligated to respond. "I gave my subjects experimental potions." What for, she was still reluctant to explain to a child who would surely not understand. It would only serve to waste her time. She would throw her a bone with the rest however. "I didn't need their consent. They were scum and would not be missed." The woman wasn't entirely wrong either. The people hadn't been missed necessarily. Their absence wasn't what initially put her under suspicion. "It didn't matter if they knew what they were signing up for. I didn't need their consent in the first place." So there. Merlin's beard Croz would be the reason he busted a blood vessel or two. He facepalmed hard, breathing only once he'd stopped him from telling that story he'd told him earlier. It was not fit for the ears of students and the young Slytherin was no exception to that. The Headmaster glanced down at his watch. It was time to be wrapping up. He'd heard a few of the questions, thought some would prove more useful than others but he wouldn't intervene. "Alright everyone. Don't forget to scribble your final thoughts on the portrait you've chosen before handing in your wanted posters." One of three was an actual dark wizard, it would be interesting to see which would come to the right conclusion. OOC: There's still at least 6 hours left of this lesson but I'll be heading to bed and won't be able to close it until morning (my time). Your charries can make their final assessments. |
Trent has a sense of distaste about her. Those responses were mediocre. Why did death eaters even exist? She started packing up her stuff. Hmm dark wizards. And wanted posters. |
SPOILER!!: Nettie & the portrait Three questions. Three. That was all they were allowed and Eiji found himself wishing he hadn't teamed up with Trinetta for this because as far as he was concerned she had completely wasted their third and final question. Did their specimen seem capable of providing them with any sort of constructive response as to why he had done what he did? The bloke was clearly not in his right mind for whatever reason, perhaps even a victim of torture himself, and asking why he thought the victims wanted to be killed was clearly not going to provide them with anything useful. What a waste and Eiji huffed a breath in frustration when that was proven to be the case. Honestly. He shot her a disapproving look. Though...with the portrait being as off as he was, maybe Eiji could weasel himself another answer. Because there were things he was curious about that were far more pressing than a why he thought the victims wanted to be killed. So, casually, he pressed on with the interrogation. Could this guy even count? He somehow doubted it and there were so many voices in the crowd that it was unlikely for the headmaster to be able to know for certain who was paired with who and who all had asked what and how many. "You say we," he noted, rolling his eyes towards Trinetta and then focusing back on the portrait. 'We' in place of 'I', to be specific. "We and speak very fondly of these friends of yours...where are they now? Be as specific as possible." It was worth a try at least. Only that try was in vain as the headmaster dismissed the class and Eiji begrudgingly returned to his desk to pack up. As far as Eiji was concerned, they had nothing conclusive that pinned this individual as someone who had practiced nor studied the Dark Arts to any length. Knowing of the Killing Curse and that it was quick was common sens. Guilty of a heinous crime? Sure. The guy was convinced of that much at least. A Dark wizard though? Inconclusive, and he wrote as much on his parchment for the time being. Quote:
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"Right, right, of course," Gunnar nodded as he jotted down some notes. "Did you breed any illicit or dangerous creatures yourself?" Perhaps that would point to a little more dark activity, but so far Gunnar was unconvinced. It was still a gray area as far as he was concerned. Quote:
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Had Viktor not suddenly wagged his finger and gave a blood curdling cackle, Malachi's attention may never have settled on the man who now told Rasting he had already used 3 questions. Sneaking in a fourth or just a man off in his own head, the Headmaster didn't know but the time for questions was past and he watched as student after student brought their posters or reports to him. He'd only vaguely caught Croz's response to McCarthy, something something never bred things himself something something knew a good dealer something something. It wasn't so much that he couldn't understand the man but that he'd spent the better part of the morning listening to him and now had a headache. The only logical course was tuning him out where he could. "No homework, today." They'd get those next class. "Enjoy the rest of your afternoon. Stay out of trouble. I heard the elves have a special meal planned for dinner." Suffice to say he was looking forward to it. OOC: Class is officially over, thanks for coming everyone! <3 |
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