 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Ansley arranged a few papers and other things on his desk as he waited for the first of the students to arrive. He gave them each a nod, smile, and a hello in return, noting that some of them were slightly confused by the lack of name tags. "Yes, you can sit where you want today," he chuckled. And that meant sit with friends or sit in normal spot, either way was fine for today. It was mildly amusing that some chose routine while others chose a different seat.
It was time to start class, though his classroom seemed a little bare today. He hoped the nicer weather wasn't encouraging students to skip class. Turning to the students present, he addressed the class as he got up from his desk. "Good morning, everyone! Let's get started."
"Today we are going to talk some specific groups. Some might still be around today, some might have disbanded long ago, but all are important for different reasons. For example - the Puddlemere United Quidditch club, the Committee on Experimental Charms, the Society for Reformation of Hags... What do you know about these groups, or what might they have in common? What other similar groups might you know? As per usual, you may use your books as needed." He gave them a few minutes to look through the chapter before he would begin calling on anyone.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |