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In a rather rare change of schedule, the Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson does not take place at 8 am sharp. Today, with snow covering the grounds and a stiff wind coming along the mountain side, you find yourself walking out to the grounds. It's high noon--or near enough. After lunch, you've been instructed to change into comfortable clothing then meet the Headmaster in the open area between the lake and the wooden bridge.
Step lively, there is a lot to cover.
There are no chairs, there are no seats. There are no signs of comfort or anything that could give away the day's lesson. What IS there is a conjured chalkboard with the words:
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As usual, avoid the incessant chatter and let's all try to at least pretend you want to remain alive. I'm done with the boundary testing and would like to think you are, too.
That goes double for:
Kinsay James
Phoebe James
Bernadette Grantham Ashley Fox
Eden Tilly
Headmaster Rosier stands with his hands clasped behind his back and an unimpressed look upon his face. He wouldn't hold his breath for the day's lesson, but for their sake they would fall in line.
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Aboli arrived for yet another DA lesson, her face as stoic as ever as she approached. "Good day, Headmaster Rosier," she said pleasantly enough. The seventh year was not stupid. There was no way in Morgana's free realm that she would be disrespectful to him.
And to her delight, she was first to arrive. Awkward enough in a class with a professor she didn't completely loathe much less with Rosier. She crossed her gloved hands in front of her and stared at a spot on the ground in front of her feet. It was cold, but Aboli was too uncomfortable to shiver. This was fine!
Everything was fine.
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Each step taken that brought her closer to the DADA made a bit of dread grow with Claudine. The cold didn’t even bother her on her trek outside. All the while, she wished that this stupid lesson could be cancelled. That was not to be unfortunately. Arriving at the lesson spot, the Snakette quickly read the board before plodding along. “Good day, Headmaster,’’ came the greeting, though she avoided looking at him. This was nothing new though. Claudine rarely made eye contact with anyone.
Anyway. There she was now, coming to a stop beside Aboli. No greeting for the seventh year though. You know… because of them benign forbidden to chatter unnecessarily.
Oooh, Ash was toeing the line here. Thin. Ice. Therefore she chose to nod at the "headmaster" respectfully, instead of hexing him. After all, her name was on the board. In italics. If there was anything here in common with muggle school, it was that you did not want your name on the board. "Yes sir. Good afternoon." That should do the trick. She nodded at the other students. Look how responsible she was today. Much more responsible than Emmerson. Just saying.
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The seventh year had wrapped himself up warmly as he made his way to another DADA lesson. He didn’t even want to attend these anymore but what choice did he have?. Rosier absolutely terrified him when he was in the same space with him. Sure, Minjae was pretty good at talking behind the Alliance backs but whenever he had to be close to one, let alone the leader himself, he would feel small and intimidated.
But despite all the unfair treatment that he and his fellow muggleborns were going through this year, there was still a spark in his eyes. A whiff of defiance as if saying ‘i am muggleborn and i am still proud’
The Hufflepuff was glad that he wasn’t the first to arrive though. He lowered his scarf a little from his face so that he could be heard to greet the ‘Headmaster’ with a ”Good day, Headmaster Rosier” before quickly walking over to stand behind with Aboli and Claudine.
Nem had their wand at the ready as they approached the meeting point for today's Defence Against the Dark Art's lesson, but were refraining from twirling it in their fingers for once, instead holding it in their pocket. Not only did the cold complicate things - benumbed fingers were no joke - but they preferred to have it literally on hand and ready right from the off, in the Big Man's classes especially. Just in case.
They were dressed comfortably, not one to take such an instruction lightly in this class, and had layered up for warmth. But still, the pervading chill would not let up. It was bone deep. Marrow deep.
"Good afternoon, Headmaster Rosier," Nem greeted the Big Man as politely and formally as ever, coming to a halt at the edge of the group. They eyed the board, then looked beyond, at the lake, and the wooden bridge. Were the boundary-testers going over the side?
If not, could the Big Man make it possible? Of course he could.
Thestrals, you know.
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Fiona had perfected her "poker face". After all, it would do her absolutely no good to show any emotion especially around Headmaster Rosier and his squad. When she reached the lesson, she gave the Headmaster a formal nod as she said, "Good day, Headmaster Rosier."
She headed towards the group and stood next to Claudine but didn't say a word because, rules, you know?
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Bernadette had NOT practiced her poker face. She was NOT ready for this, NOT at all, and that became obvious to everyone around her as she arrived to the Defense lesson, read the board, and froze, all the blood draining out of her face.
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
She'd always wanted to be adopted by a wizarding family, maybe one like the Jameses, but not like this.
Not like this.
Bernie didn't even have the capacity left to attempt to summon a greeting for Rosier, not that she EVER even tried to greet him or anything. She was just... trembling, her fists balled at her sides. Anger and fear. Anger and fear. The two ran together, you know? But today... fear was definitely winning.
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This was the class she dreaded the most, even now, with the odd change in time. Normally an 8 am class being rescheduled to later in the day was a good thing, but given these circumstances, nothing was ever good.
Ivy had followed the instructions though, dressing comfortably and warmly, and then quickly made her way down to the location on the grounds.
"Good afternoon, Headmaster," she said with a polite nod, her expression neutral. Despite the dread she felt, she'd gotten better at keeping it internal and not showing it on her face.
She took a spot next to Ashley, standing there and waiting silently for the lesson to begin, trying not to dwell too much on wondering what this lesson was going to be about and why it called for a different location. They'd all find out soon enough.
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Well, that was straight rude, wasn't it? Phoebe opened her mouth and then immediately shut it with a snap. She wasn't nearly one of the five WORST people at the school and didn't deserve to have her name put on the board. What had she done to deserve that? Nearly got Bernie killed. Lost all her teeth. Broke all her fingers. Her ribs still ached when it rained.
So yeah, maybe she was in the top five worst people at this school. But she was TRYING. Honestly.
"Good day to you, Headmaster Rosier," Phoebe gave him a very solemn little nod before tucking in next to Bernie and taking her hand. Solidarity, ok, friend?
Mamie continued to be, shall we say, not a fan of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hadn't been, even before Rosier turned out to be Rosier and not Trent. Plus, it was cold outside. Why did they have to have class outside? Still she had bundled up and showed up because she knew skipping the class would be worse. Even if she wouldn't be allowed to learn things like the non-Muggleborns.
"Good afternoon, Headmaster," she said quietly as she arrived. Her gaze lingered on the chalkboard and she made a conscious decision to stand as far from the names listed as possible. Which meant she ended up by some Slytherins, which was fine. They couldn't chat anyway. She tucked her hands into her pockets for warmth and clutched her wand.
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It was COLD. Thankfully class was in the afternoon when the sun was higher, but it was still cold. Besides, she had come to grow nervous of any changes in schedule with these people - changes were scary when the day to day was already unsettling.
Hands in her coat pockets, wearing reasonable and comfortable clothes to do anything Defense related (because she tended to follow the rules), Louise made her way down to the DADA classroom, ready to do well. She had always done well with defensive magic, even in the class where the dummies were screaming like humans. She had a drive to do well, especially now that NOT doing well would make her stand out. And she didn't want to stand out in the wrong way. Not now.
"Afternoon, Headmaster," the young redhead greeted with a brief moment of eye contact before standing silently in the classroom, waiting for the lesson to begin.
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The nights before days where Rosier's lessons were slotted were always ones where Atlas hardly slept and the following day he ran exclusively on adrenaline to get through. This far into term meant that he was becoming rather proficient in the execution of this while nightmares motivated him in light of his own potential execution at the wand of Rosier. Or any of The Hoods™. He really did not want to become the next Mollywobbles. What was even worse was that this monster of a human being was his Head of House. Or...at least...maybe he still was? He knew that Headmaster Trent had been and...this man had apparently been pretending to be him so...was...did it still work that way? Not that it would ultimately matter because there was NO way Atlas would be going to the man for anything.
So, shuffling down to the assigned area - and feeling even MORE unsettled at being outside - the Gryffindor greeted the Headmaster with a curt little nod and a soft "Good day, Headmaster Rosier," before noticing the words on the board. More specifically the names on it...and his heart both sank and elated. Sank in that several of the names there were some of his safe spaces, ladies that he both looked up to and clung to whether literally or mentally, and now he could not stand anywhere near them or else draw more attention to himself. They were...marked names...and he was doing everything he could to not be one of those also (like arriving with an empty bladder).
So, working against some of his instincts and moving entirely on flight instinct (a very VERY misinformed flight instinct), the first year sheepishly made his way over to one Nemesis Upstead. One of the only people who seemed to be in Rosier's favor and, well, if Atlas was going to survive class then he ought to stick to someone like that...right? It was too late now because the blonde was standing beside the taller and older blonde, only his cheeks were a little pink as he did so.
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Ever since that first lesson, Quinn had always been intimidated by DADA classes. He could never look Rosier in the eye during any of the classes, and his answers were always quiet and unsure. Plus, he wasn't actually that good at the lessons, so... it made for a pretty bad combination.
He didn't understand why they were outside today, but he figured that he would be put in some sort of mortal danger before the class period was up. The anxiety sat like an ice cold rock in his stomach, and he really just wanted to be around someone that made him feel safe—Atlas. He found him in the crowd, but noticed he was standing next to... Nemesis Upstead. Probably the one student that made him feel the least safe.
"Good morning, Professor..." he mumbled as he made his way through the crowd of students. He made it over to where Atlas was and clung onto his sleeve, not looking up at Nem, and started trying to discreetly tug him away. No friend of his would stand next to as dangerous of a person as them. It wasn't like he was scared or anything.
It was no longer possible to surprise Hogwarts students. Ilya did not find the timing or location of the DADA class today unusual. It was the names on the board, the idea was... interesting. Fi Phoebe was there but not Bernie? How?
He arrived at the scene, "Good afternoon Headmaster," he greeted the stoic man neutrally and went to sit/stand on his own. His eyes scanned his peers and found Bernie. She was the only muggleborn he knew of from his friend, so his eyes stayed there a little, not particularly showing any emotions, just... looking. Phoebe was beside her being an obvious supporter. As for him? He had conflicting thoughts when it came to the cause and he put faces to the ideas.
The fact that the Defence lesson was scheduled at a reasonable time for a change did not make it more fun for Irithel. Dreading what was sure to be a terrifying lesson, she ate very little for lunch and went up to her dorm to change into warm comfortable clothing that would not draw attention to her. She never knew how many of her hoodies had Muggle puns written on them! Totally inappropriate for this class.
"Hello, Headmaster Rosier," she said quietly as she walked past him to stand near other pure-blood students. No incessant chatter would be coming from her. She went over some anti-Muggle content they "learned" in previous lessons so that she would be able to provide acceptable answers later on.
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Usually class outside would be exactly what Eden needed to put her in a good mood. Not today, though. It was bitterly cold and her professor was a sadist and oh my GOD HER NAME WAS ON THE BOARD.
EDEN. WAS. NOT. INCESSANT.
KINSAY FREAKING JAMES WAS INCESSANT. EDEN WAS JUST...passionate, okay? Wrong bloodline, wrong time. NOT LIKE KINSAY!!!
Her expression twisted at the effort of keeping these thoughts inside of her before she schooled a blank face back on. No opinions allowed around here, no-sir-ee. Just torture with an extra side of woe, clearly.
"Hello, Headmaster Rosier, sir," Eden said robotically.
It was likely nobody wanted to stand next to her. She really wanted to hide behind a group of older years, but there was no hiding in Rosier's class - he expected an answer to every question. Eden went to stand beside Ashley - maybe they wouldn't both die today!?
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It was cold. Much colder than the last few days had been. At least it wasn't eight in the morning though and she was able to wear some comfortable clothing. Definitely bundled up with the clothes this time and a heating charm. Not that it was doing much for her.
"Good afternoon, Headmaster Rosier," Dahlia greeted quietly as she moved to stand in an empty spot. Where she was standing or by whom didn't much matter at the moment. All she wanted to focus on this very second was keeping her head low and remaining out of trouble.
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If there's one class she hated the most, it was Defense Against the Dark Arts with Headmaster Rosier. He was horrible and terrible and the worst and he called her incessant. Which Kinsay was firmly NOT.
She knew better than to throw a fit over it now, but this time she did stop when she saw the board. The only thing worse than being called incessant was when Phoebe was called incessant!!! And she didn't like being grouped with the likes of Eden Tilly who thought it was okay to go around hexing people for no good reason.
But instead of voicing any of the UPSET feelings, Kinsay just made her way towards her classmates and stopped at a spot next to Dahlia. As for Headmaster Rosier? She purposefully wasn't saying hello. Just staring at him. She was going for a glare, but it turned out to be more sad than it was angry. She wasn't being incessant though, at least. So could she keep her mouth this time around, please?
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Everything about this class seemed off (even more so than usual), from the timing to the location to the instructions to dress comfortably! As such, Heath didn't mind the cold as he made his way to DADA. It was the only thing that seemed normal, and more importantly, it distracted him from his feelings of fear that intensified with each step closer to the lesson, feelings he knew would make him a target should they show. Despite his emotions, his face was impassive as ever as he greeted Rosier. "Good afternoon, Headmaster Rosier," he said, nodding politely in acknowledgment.
Without another word to anyone, he stood among the other students, taking care not to stand too close to anyone. Normally Heath disliked being alone, but it was better this way. He wouldn't get into trouble by association for standing near the wrong person, and he wouldn't set anyone else for trouble. Not that he intended to make trouble, of course. He wasn't that stupid! He really tried to be what Rosier wanted, but if he made a mistake accidentally or if his halfblood status alone was enough to make him a target, he didn't want anyone else to get hurt.
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Violet had come to hate the DADA lessons this term, but she'd never let that show in class. At least this time they didn't have to get up so early in the morning; that would make keeping her temper easier. She had dressed comfortably and sensibly, which at this time of year also meant warmly. She was enjoying looking at the outside world until she came to the bridge where her class was assembled. Then she had to center her thoughts and put on her poker face as she prepared to pass the teacher.
"Headmaster Rosier," she said in her business-like voice, nodding at the man as she passed by. She was so focused on keeping everything under control that she hardly noticed where she was going, but just walked over the the groupings of students and stopped somewhere in the middle. Looking around, she found she was standing near two young first years, Atlas Flamsteed (who she often felt needed a hug this term) and another--Quinn, she thought it was. And near them, the mysterious Nemesis.
At first she was tempted to move, but then she didn't want to draw any attention to herself, so she remained where she was, cooly surveying the others. If nothing else, this would be a good opportunity to observe Nemesis and try to figure out if they were really as caught up in the new regime as they seemed to be, or just pretending.
There were a lot of classes that Avalon suddenly dreaded this term, but none more than Defense Against the Dark Arts. Which was why her face was drawn into a scowl as she trudged across the grounds.
She knew better than to let her anger show, however. So before she arrived at the predetermined meeting spot, she put on a display of indifference. "Good day, Headmaster," she said politely, with a terse nod. Avalon took up a spot alone. They weren't allowed to converse, anyway, so there was no use in standing by her friends. The Ravenclaw'ss eyes flitted briefly to the blackboard, then to the named victims, before staring straight ahead.
Aboli arrived for yet another DA lesson, her face as stoic as ever as she approached. "Good day, Headmaster Rosier," she said pleasantly enough. The seventh year was not stupid. There was no way in Morgana's free realm that she would be disrespectful to him.
And to her delight, she was first to arrive. Awkward enough in a class with a professor she didn't completely loathe much less with Rosier. She crossed her gloved hands in front of her and stared at a spot on the ground in front of her feet. It was cold, but Aboli was too uncomfortable to shiver. This was fine!
Everything was fine.
"Song." The Headmaster replied in return greeting. As far as students went, she was hardly the worst. The former prefect at least knew how to act and when to keep her mouth shut. It was good she was trying to get others to do the same. They should try thanking her sometime.
SPOILER!!: Blaze
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Each step taken that brought her closer to the DADA made a bit of dread grow with Claudine. The cold didn’t even bother her on her trek outside. All the while, she wished that this stupid lesson could be cancelled. That was not to be unfortunately. Arriving at the lesson spot, the Snakette quickly read the board before plodding along. “Good day, Headmaster,’’ came the greeting, though she avoided looking at him. This was nothing new though. Claudine rarely made eye contact with anyone.
Anyway. There she was now, coming to a stop beside Aboli. No greeting for the seventh year though. You know… because of them benign forbidden to chatter unnecessarily.
"Blaze." Another that he did not mind. In the large crowd of insufferable children, Blaze was easily lost. Usually, it did not do to be swallowed up by a crowd and forgotten but with a crowd like this...it was something like a compliment.
Certainly, it was an advantage.
SPOILER!!: Fox
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Oooh, Ash was toeing the line here. Thin. Ice. Therefore she chose to nod at the "headmaster" respectfully, instead of hexing him. After all, her name was on the board. In italics. If there was anything here in common with muggle school, it was that you did not want your name on the board. "Yes sir. Good afternoon." That should do the trick. She nodded at the other students. Look how responsible she was today. Much more responsible than Emmerson. Just saying.
"Fox." There was some amount of derision in the man's tone when he greeted this one. It was not something he was trying to hide. The girl had been one of his least favourites since she entered the school the term before. She spoke at the wrong times and didn't know how to talk to those set above her. It was something the girl was thankfully working for but at this point Lucien was just looking for a reason when it came to her.
SPOILER!!: Yoon
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The seventh year had wrapped himself up warmly as he made his way to another DADA lesson. He didn’t even want to attend these anymore but what choice did he have?. Rosier absolutely terrified him when he was in the same space with him. Sure, Minjae was pretty good at talking behind the Alliance backs but whenever he had to be close to one, let alone the leader himself, he would feel small and intimidated.
But despite all the unfair treatment that he and his fellow muggleborns were going through this year, there was still a spark in his eyes. A whiff of defiance as if saying ‘i am muggleborn and i am still proud’
The Hufflepuff was glad that he wasn’t the first to arrive though. He lowered his scarf a little from his face so that he could be heard to greet the ‘Headmaster’ with a ”Good day, Headmaster Rosier” before quickly walking over to stand behind with Aboli and Claudine.
"Yoon." For as much as this one was a mudblood and therefore undeserving of magic and the freedoms he had around the castle...he was not Lucien's least favourite student. Oh no. This Hufflepuff at least knew how to keep his mouth shut and not argue back. The man did not care what the students talked about in private so long as they knew how to act. Thankfully, Yoon did.
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Nem had their wand at the ready as they approached the meeting point for today's Defence Against the Dark Art's lesson, but were refraining from twirling it in their fingers for once, instead holding it in their pocket. Not only did the cold complicate things - benumbed fingers were no joke - but they preferred to have it literally on hand and ready right from the off, in the Big Man's classes especially. Just in case.
They were dressed comfortably, not one to take such an instruction lightly in this class, and had layered up for warmth. But still, the pervading chill would not let up. It was bone deep. Marrow deep.
"Good afternoon, Headmaster Rosier," Nem greeted the Big Man as politely and formally as ever, coming to a halt at the edge of the group. They eyed the board, then looked beyond, at the lake, and the wooden bridge. Were the boundary-testers going over the side?
If not, could the Big Man make it possible? Of course he could.
Thestrals, you know.
"Upstead." This one got an appreciative nod. Always a delight to have in classes, sometimes the only delight there was to be had amongst this miserable lot. The fact they chose to join the alliance was the cherry atop the proverbial pie. If worst came to worst, Lucien wouldn't have to kill this one on principle [s]unless they disappointed him[/i].
SPOILER!!: Jenovick
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Fiona had perfected her "poker face". After all, it would do her absolutely no good to show any emotion especially around Headmaster Rosier and his squad. When she reached the lesson, she gave the Headmaster a formal nod as she said, "Good day, Headmaster Rosier."
She headed towards the group and stood next to Claudine but didn't say a word because, rules, you know?
"Jenovick." It was becoming something of a growing trend, not one that surprised him but one that was noticeable. It was the Slytherins who got on his nerves least. They knew what was expected and fell in line. It was a good look.
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Bernadette had NOT practiced her poker face. She was NOT ready for this, NOT at all, and that became obvious to everyone around her as she arrived to the Defense lesson, read the board, and froze, all the blood draining out of her face.
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
She'd always wanted to be adopted by a wizarding family, maybe one like the Jameses, but not like this.
Not like this.
Bernie didn't even have the capacity left to attempt to summon a greeting for Rosier, not that she EVER even tried to greet him or anything. She was just... trembling, her fists balled at her sides. Anger and fear. Anger and fear. The two ran together, you know? But today... fear was definitely winning.
Lucien waited patiently, a near pointed look in place while the Gryffindor found some composure. The man was silently daring her to say something about her name being on the board and he had been prepared to act.
However, the girl had wised up throughout the past few months and by now likely knew better. The fact she said nothing was proof enough and he was satisfied.
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This was the class she dreaded the most, even now, with the odd change in time. Normally an 8 am class being rescheduled to later in the day was a good thing, but given these circumstances, nothing was ever good.
Ivy had followed the instructions though, dressing comfortably and warmly, and then quickly made her way down to the location on the grounds.
"Good afternoon, Headmaster," she said with a polite nod, her expression neutral. Despite the dread she felt, she'd gotten better at keeping it internal and not showing it on her face.
She took a spot next to Ashley, standing there and waiting silently for the lesson to begin, trying not to dwell too much on wondering what this lesson was going to be about and why it called for a different location. They'd all find out soon enough.
Splendid. Yet another who had learned to compose themselves when coming to Defense Against the Dark Arts. "Grimm." He greeted politely enough. While the Ravenclaws were becoming as much a problem as the Gryffindors, this particular eagle was not on his watch list. She knew how to keep her head down.
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Well, that was straight rude, wasn't it? Phoebe opened her mouth and then immediately shut it with a snap. She wasn't nearly one of the five WORST people at the school and didn't deserve to have her name put on the board. What had she done to deserve that? Nearly got Bernie killed. Lost all her teeth. Broke all her fingers. Her ribs still ached when it rained.
So yeah, maybe she was in the top five worst people at this school. But she was TRYING. Honestly.
"Good day to you, Headmaster Rosier," Phoebe gave him a very solemn little nod before tucking in next to Bernie and taking her hand. Solidarity, ok, friend?
So close. So very close. Lucien had been prepared to meet the Gryffindor's protests with calculated force but the girl caught some sense at the last minute. "James." He replied, finding no need to pursue the matter further.
Whatever she was going to say, she didn't. Growth.
SPOILER!!: Turov
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Mamie continued to be, shall we say, not a fan of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hadn't been, even before Rosier turned out to be Rosier and not Trent. Plus, it was cold outside. Why did they have to have class outside? Still she had bundled up and showed up because she knew skipping the class would be worse. Even if she wouldn't be allowed to learn things like the non-Muggleborns.
"Good afternoon, Headmaster," she said quietly as she arrived. Her gaze lingered on the chalkboard and she made a conscious decision to stand as far from the names listed as possible. Which meant she ended up by some Slytherins, which was fine. They couldn't chat anyway. She tucked her hands into her pockets for warmth and clutched her wand.
"Turov." Lucien was on the fence about this one. She was not the worst, but she seemed suggestible enough and not in any of the good ways. The fact she was friends with Fox didn't help much either. The girl was smart to go and stand with the least hated students in the school. Perhaps even a tiny bit of their favour would transfer to her.
Or not.
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It was COLD. Thankfully class was in the afternoon when the sun was higher, but it was still cold. Besides, she had come to grow nervous of any changes in schedule with these people - changes were scary when the day to day was already unsettling.
Hands in her coat pockets, wearing reasonable and comfortable clothes to do anything Defense related (because she tended to follow the rules), Louise made her way down to the DADA classroom, ready to do well. She had always done well with defensive magic, even in the class where the dummies were screaming like humans. She had a drive to do well, especially now that NOT doing well would make her stand out. And she didn't want to stand out in the wrong way. Not now.
"Afternoon, Headmaster," the young redhead greeted with a brief moment of eye contact before standing silently in the classroom, waiting for the lesson to begin.
"Bones." Yet another that was doing herself a favour by not rocking any boats. Merlin knew there were enough of the less intelligent ones walking the castle. Seeing the sensible ones was always a refreshing change of pace. They did not have to agree with him, yet, but they did have to listen.
Why make life difficult unnecessarily?
SPOILER!!: Flamsteed
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The nights before days where Rosier's lessons were slotted were always ones where Atlas hardly slept and the following day he ran exclusively on adrenaline to get through. This far into term meant that he was becoming rather proficient in the execution of this while nightmares motivated him in light of his own potential execution at the wand of Rosier. Or any of The Hoods™. He really did not want to become the next Mollywobbles. What was even worse was that this monster of a human being was his Head of House. Or...at least...maybe he still was? He knew that Headmaster Trent had been and...this man had apparently been pretending to be him so...was...did it still work that way? Not that it would ultimately matter because there was NO way Atlas would be going to the man for anything.
So, shuffling down to the assigned area - and feeling even MORE unsettled at being outside - the Gryffindor greeted the Headmaster with a curt little nod and a soft "Good day, Headmaster Rosier," before noticing the words on the board. More specifically the names on it...and his heart both sank and elated. Sank in that several of the names there were some of his safe spaces, ladies that he both looked up to and clung to whether literally or mentally, and now he could not stand anywhere near them or else draw more attention to himself. They were...marked names...and he was doing everything he could to not be one of those also (like arriving with an empty bladder).
So, working against some of his instincts and moving entirely on flight instinct (a very VERY misinformed flight instinct), the first year sheepishly made his way over to one Nemesis Upstead. One of the only people who seemed to be in Rosier's favor and, well, if Atlas was going to survive class then he ought to stick to someone like that...right? It was too late now because the blonde was standing beside the taller and older blonde, only his cheeks were a little pink as he did so.
"Flamsteed." While there had been thoughts of keeping an extra close eye on the boys closer to the start of the term, Rosier liked to believe that by now they had gotten the message and were falling in line with the others. He meant it when he reminded them of the peril their father was in. Even without the threat of the oldest Flamsteed, there was still the threat of taking them from each other and he wouldn't hesitate there if it came to it.
SPOILER!!: Kingsley
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Ever since that first lesson, Quinn had always been intimidated by DADA classes. He could never look Rosier in the eye during any of the classes, and his answers were always quiet and unsure. Plus, he wasn't actually that good at the lessons, so... it made for a pretty bad combination.
He didn't understand why they were outside today, but he figured that he would be put in some sort of mortal danger before the class period was up. The anxiety sat like an ice cold rock in his stomach, and he really just wanted to be around someone that made him feel safe—Atlas. He found him in the crowd, but noticed he was standing next to... Nemesis Upstead. Probably the one student that made him feel the least safe.
"Good morning, Professor..." he mumbled as he made his way through the crowd of students. He made it over to where Atlas was and clung onto his sleeve, not looking up at Nem, and started trying to discreetly tug him away. No friend of his would stand next to as dangerous of a person as them. It wasn't like he was scared or anything.
"Kingsley." He hadn't thought much of it when Flamsteed went to stand by Upstead, but with a second First Year doing so it finally garnered the man's attention. Was this a plot by the other student? Lure the younger ones in before taking them to his office? Was he trying to expose them?
Perhaps. Either way, Lucien would keep an extra eye there to be sure--especially with the sleeve tugging.
SPOILER!!: Belrose
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Originally Posted by Magical Soul
It was no longer possible to surprise Hogwarts students. Ilya did not find the timing or location of the DADA class today unusual. It was the names on the board, the idea was... interesting. Fi Phoebe was there but not Bernie? How?
He arrived at the scene, "Good afternoon Headmaster," he greeted the stoic man neutrally and went to sit/stand on his own. His eyes scanned his peers and found Bernie. She was the only muggleborn he knew of from his friend, so his eyes stayed there a little, not particularly showing any emotions, just... looking. Phoebe was beside her being an obvious supporter. As for him? He had conflicting thoughts when it came to the cause and he put faces to the ideas.
"Belrose." Another exception to the rule that Ravenclaws were trying to die before the term ended. This one had a head on his shoulder, one he intended to keep right there. Belrose would do well to keep it that way, unless he wanted to join several of the others in blue.
SPOILER!!: Rutherford
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The fact that the Defence lesson was scheduled at a reasonable time for a change did not make it more fun for Irithel. Dreading what was sure to be a terrifying lesson, she ate very little for lunch and went up to her dorm to change into warm comfortable clothing that would not draw attention to her. She never knew how many of her hoodies had Muggle puns written on them! Totally inappropriate for this class.
"Hello, Headmaster Rosier," she said quietly as she walked past him to stand near other pure-blood students. No incessant chatter would be coming from her. She went over some anti-Muggle content they "learned" in previous lessons so that she would be able to provide acceptable answers later on.
"Rutherford." A try-hard, but not one of the worst students. In fact, the girl was on the right track to remaining alive and not being used as an example to the others. There were...plenty of other students he could go through before getting to her--many in the same house.
SPOILER!!: Tilly
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Originally Posted by Bryn
Usually class outside would be exactly what Eden needed to put her in a good mood. Not today, though. It was bitterly cold and her professor was a sadist and oh my GOD HER NAME WAS ON THE BOARD.
EDEN. WAS. NOT. INCESSANT.
KINSAY FREAKING JAMES WAS INCESSANT. EDEN WAS JUST...passionate, okay? Wrong bloodline, wrong time. NOT LIKE KINSAY!!!
Her expression twisted at the effort of keeping these thoughts inside of her before she schooled a blank face back on. No opinions allowed around here, no-sir-ee. Just torture with an extra side of woe, clearly.
"Hello, Headmaster Rosier, sir," Eden said robotically.
It was likely nobody wanted to stand next to her. She really wanted to hide behind a group of older years, but there was no hiding in Rosier's class - he expected an answer to every question. Eden went to stand beside Ashley - maybe they wouldn't both die today!?
"Tilly." Hints of derision filled his tone as he greeted the Ravenclaw who had grown to be a marginally smaller thorn in his side than Ashley Fox. The fact she chose to stand next to the girl, however, was doing her no favours.
"Move. Anywhere else, I don't care." They would not be allowed to test his patience today and tended to feed off each other in .........somewhat similar fashion to Cambridge and James.
SPOILER!!: Donovan
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It was cold. Much colder than the last few days had been. At least it wasn't eight in the morning though and she was able to wear some comfortable clothing. Definitely bundled up with the clothes this time and a heating charm. Not that it was doing much for her.
"Good afternoon, Headmaster Rosier," Dahlia greeted quietly as she moved to stand in an empty spot. Where she was standing or by whom didn't much matter at the moment. All she wanted to focus on this very second was keeping her head low and remaining out of trouble.
"Donovan." Rosier greeted, taking no particular interest in the little girl. It was for the best. While it was typically good to catch the attention of your professors, MANY of her classmates had already done so...and not in a good way. Being off his radar was better at this point.
SPOILER!!: James, the incessant
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
If there's one class she hated the most, it was Defense Against the Dark Arts with Headmaster Rosier. He was horrible and terrible and the worst and he called her incessant. Which Kinsay was firmly NOT.
She knew better than to throw a fit over it now, but this time she did stop when she saw the board. The only thing worse than being called incessant was when Phoebe was called incessant!!! And she didn't like being grouped with the likes of Eden Tilly who thought it was okay to go around hexing people for no good reason.
But instead of voicing any of the UPSET feelings, Kinsay just made her way towards her classmates and stopped at a spot next to Dahlia. As for Headmaster Rosier? She purposefully wasn't saying hello. Just staring at him. She was going for a glare, but it turned out to be more sad than it was angry. She wasn't being incessant though, at least. So could she keep her mouth this time around, please?
Lucien Rosier returned the stare.
Scratch that, Lucien Rosier stared the little girl down, daring her to say anything. Just the smallest protest, even a whimper and he would remove her mouth as he had done on the first day. Only she wouldn't be getting it back this time.
No? Nothing to say? That was better.
SPOILER!!: Jones
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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy
Everything about this class seemed off (even more so than usual), from the timing to the location to the instructions to dress comfortably! As such, Heath didn't mind the cold as he made his way to DADA. It was the only thing that seemed normal, and more importantly, it distracted him from his feelings of fear that intensified with each step closer to the lesson, feelings he knew would make him a target should they show. Despite his emotions, his face was impassive as ever as he greeted Rosier. "Good afternoon, Headmaster Rosier," he said, nodding politely in acknowledgment.
Without another word to anyone, he stood among the other students, taking care not to stand too close to anyone. Normally Heath disliked being alone, but it was better this way. He wouldn't get into trouble by association for standing near the wrong person, and he wouldn't set anyone else for trouble. Not that he intended to make trouble, of course. He wasn't that stupid! He really tried to be what Rosier wanted, but if he made a mistake accidentally or if his halfblood status alone was enough to make him a target, he didn't want anyone else to get hurt.
"Jones." The Headmaster returned. Another, albeit dim, light among the Ravenclaw cohort. He kept his head down and followed orders well enough--like a soldier almost. Of course, Rosier didn't trust him enough to put him at the front of any line. He lacked the steel nerve that Upstead possessed.
SPOILER!!: Blackthorne
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Originally Posted by MadAlice
Violet had come to hate the DADA lessons this term, but she'd never let that show in class. At least this time they didn't have to get up so early in the morning; that would make keeping her temper easier. She had dressed comfortably and sensibly, which at this time of year also meant warmly. She was enjoying looking at the outside world until she came to the bridge where her class was assembled. Then she had to center her thoughts and put on her poker face as she prepared to pass the teacher.
"Headmaster Rosier," she said in her business-like voice, nodding at the man as she passed by. She was so focused on keeping everything under control that she hardly noticed where she was going, but just walked over the the groupings of students and stopped somewhere in the middle. Looking around, she found she was standing near two young first years, Atlas Flamsteed (who she often felt needed a hug this term) and another--Quinn, she thought it was. And near them, the mysterious Nemesis.
At first she was tempted to move, but then she didn't want to draw any attention to herself, so she remained where she was, cooly surveying the others. If nothing else, this would be a good opportunity to observe Nemesis and try to figure out if they were really as caught up in the new regime as they seemed to be, or just pretending.
"Blackthorne." Another to stand in Upstead's vicinity. Were they really gathering up a small clutch before the lesson began? If so, it was impressive work. Again, Lucien would keep an eye there, just in case.
SPOILER!!: Sinclair
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Originally Posted by Fireheart
There were a lot of classes that Avalon suddenly dreaded this term, but none more than Defense Against the Dark Arts. Which was why her face was drawn into a scowl as she trudged across the grounds.
She knew better than to let her anger show, however. So before she arrived at the predetermined meeting spot, she put on a display of indifference. "Good day, Headmaster," she said politely, with a terse nod. Avalon took up a spot alone. They weren't allowed to converse, anyway, so there was no use in standing by her friends. The Ravenclaw'ss eyes flitted briefly to the blackboard, then to the named victims, before staring straight ahead.
"Sinclair." It was always a good look when the older students set an example. Walking to the lesson, a greeting that was polite enough then silence. The man wasn't asking for too much. If some of the students stopped to think, they would realise how easy survival was.
Right then, it was time for them to begin and they had quite a bit to cover. There was no door to be slammed--unfortunate, truly--but after so many months, the Headmaster didn't think there were still any students who dared show up late. His patience had not improved. He was no more endeared to the children than he was over a year ago when he first officially took charge of them.
It was true, many of them had fallen in line and that was commendable but given how low the bar had been set by them....it was hardly an accomplishment.
Rather than offer any sort of greeting, Rosier turned to face the group of them.
"First question: How do you get someone to do what you want? How do you prevent them from doing things you don't want them to?" There was no warning to think carefully. Nothing petitioning them to use common sense and answer instead of snarking him. They knew what would happen, repeated threats were no longer necessary.
Should they decide to go outside of what was expected....well....
They already knew what would happen. Lucien was done holding their hands and giving them not so gentle reminders to behave. At this point, if they didn't get it, they didn't need to be taking up space in the ever growing crowd within the castle.
OOC: First question is up and class has officially started! If you're just joining, feel free to pretend you've been here all along. 100% don't recommend posting that your character was late at this point but the choice is definitely yours. I'll be moving us again in about 24 hrs.
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"You use the Imperius Curse on them," Bernadette answered off the cuff, hating herself for admitting it, and yet finding herself wondering if that was even incorrect.
She squeezed Phoebe's hand back, feeling both better and worse to be holding hands with a friend. A) Because she needed friends this year more than ever, and B) Because what if this made her friend a target? Well, C) They were both kind of already targets, right? So... so back to the promise Bernie had made someone at some point this year: If she was going down this school year, she was going down swinging and taking some stupid Neo-Alliance members with her.
And look at her, thinking for a change. But then, this class ALWAYS had her thinking. It was one of her better subjects, unfortunately for her.
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Ash moved away from Eden without a shred of shown emotion. Look how responsible she was today. It was for the girl's safety. "Personally sir, I would threaten what they want the most, preferably a human, and I would act awful towards who they loved the most but be really, really nice to them. And then they would feel so conflicted and torn that they would be easy to manipulate. And I would use small displays of force, every so often, just to remind them who was in charge. Perfect balance of love and fear." She shrugged nonchalantly. How was that for an answer? It was unclear where she had gotten that idea from, but secretly, it was from TV shows. "Plus, it's really enjoyable. On the one hand, you scare the daylight out of them, and you also get power." It was enjoyable, if you were a manipulative psychopath. "Alternatively, you could act nicely towards everyone but them, and that would make them feel like they're the crazy one. That works too." Was this really Fox? Or was it a shell of a person? Or was the real Fox a shell of a person? Who knew. Who cared.
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