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HoM Lesson 2 - Albus Dumbledore - Friend or Foe?
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In a shocking turn of events, History of Magic was no longer Mamie's least favourite class. Not due to her being any better at it, or due to actually liking it any better or finding history less boring, but due to Defense being just...traumatizing. Come to think of it, that Creatures field trip was also traumatizing. She hoped this wasn't a new trend. "Good morning, Professor Recard." Their healer looked exhausted, Mamie noticed...like she needed her own healer, even. Perhaps St. Mungo's could send someone to help her out? There did seem to be more injuries this term, compared to last year. Well, at least that Mamie had noticed. She sat on the right side of the room, trying to aim for the middle as much as she could. She didn't like being singled out due to not having a magical family, but...well, the other Muggleborns were feeling more like her family day by day. As she settled into her seat, she sighed. How many months until summer now? Would they even be allowed to go home then? |
Cece Summers was looking pretty dull herself. It was hard to be happy when the people you cared about were constantly in danger and you were trapped in an awful nightmare that you couldn't wake up from. And she tried. Cece tried so hard to be the sunshine for people who needed it. But as much as she tried, she couldn't quite manage a smile today. Super sorry about that. "Hi Professor," She greeted quietly as she passed, noting her directions. Left side, then. Left side, but closer to the middle. She claimed her seat and took out her things and then played with her fingers, feeling restless. |
Cece <3 After everything that had happened, Gracelyn was emotionally exhausted. She had still tried to do yoga, or at least some stretching in her dorm room, but it wasn’t exactly accomplishing in calming her thoughts down. Not one bit. Not when she was constantly in fear of seeing any muggleborn friends of hers being, well, killed. The Muggle in the DADA lesson seemed to prove it wasn’t a crazy thought, no matter how much she wished it was. No matter how much she wished she could go to sleep one night and when she woke up the next morning everything was back to normal. That all of this was just some sort of nightmare, but then that would also mean it was a nightmare she wasn’t waking up from and it was stretching the Hufflepuff to her breaking point. “Hi Professor Recard,” she had greeted the woman, trying to muster up a smile but ultimately failing. It was just too hard, even if she trusted the healer to have their best interests at heart. Evidence seemed to have shown the woman did, after all, but still, it was hard to act happy. She had given Cece a little nudge as she passed her on her way to a seat nearby though. Friends tried to stick together, right? |
Ohhh, this sucked. Absolutely sucked. Not only was she being SINGLED OUT, they were making her sit on the RIGHT side of the room. She wanted the LEFT side. It was HER SIDE. She slouched into the seat beside Mamie and crossed her arms, the pure image of cool, calm and collected. Plus numb, brave, and angry. Which one of those people would win today? "Hey Recard." The hoods could make her pollute the world with their rhetoric, but they couldn't stop her from being informal. Next year, if she was still alive, she swore she would wear brightly colored socks everywhere, just to mess with people. Take that, Hogwarts. Ash was the QUEEN of passive-aggressive. |
Kale Trent was here. In body. That had to count for something, right? His spirit was MIA. After DADA, he'd been as good as a ghost save a few performative moments with his friends who were worried about him. It looked like today was the same. There was something happening under those pink locks, but the specifics of what were anyone's guess. The fifth year didn't bother addressing the Professor when he walked in. He wasn't intentionally being rude. It was more like he didn't notice Recard standing there. And he wasn't much better when he wandered to his seat. He sat silently and waited. |
Though she felt like a deflated balloon these days, Ivy was also trying not to show it much. She wasn't the only one feeling that way, for obvious reasons, and she also knew she didn't have it as bad as some did, so the least she could do was try not to bring everyone down even more. It was the only way she could do anything worthwhile. "Hi, Professor," she said, managing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Then she took a seat near Kale, and though she wanted to say something, chatting before a lesson wasn't exactly encouraged this term, so she remained silent as she instead focused on getting out her parchment and quill for note-taking. |
Phoebe found some small comfort in Professor Recard's classroom. It wasn't that the subject was warm and fuzzy, but Recard had proven time and again that she wouldn't let anything bad happen to them. Or that she'd fight the good fight, even if she was overcome by events. She plopped unceremoniously into a seat on the left hand side of the classroom, near enough to Kale without crowding him. Professor Recard got a tiiiiiny smile and a half wink before her attention returned to her hands clasped on the desk in front of her. Yay, History. |
History of Magic. Louise had never been more happy to go to this class. It was boring (sorry, professor), which meant that no one would get KILLED. No dragons, no muggles being used as an object lesson [s]and getting killed right before her eyes[s]. It was just a plain, simple history lesson. No danger. The last time Louise had seen Professor Recard was in the hospital wing right after the chaotic field trip to the dragon reserve. She had sprained her ankle after being picked up and DROPPED by a dragon (she was still rather traumatized by the whole thing) and landed funny, despite the cushioning spell that someone had sent to the ground for her. With that in mind, Louise entered the room and gave Professor Recard and small nod. "Hi professor," she said quietly, thankful all over again for her quick healing skills. Then she took a seat on the left side of the classroom, her eyes flickering over to Kale very briefly as she opened her history book. He didn't look too well, did he? |
Charlie walked into the classroom hearing that muggleborns should be on the right. so that meant she could go sit on the left, right? Why was everything still so boring when she walked through the door. Was learning about the history of magic really that important? Sometimes she really hated that the hood brigade was all about how magic was superior. Sighing, "Hello Professor." Before sitting down on the left side tucking a curl behind her ear. |
No words from Moose to Recard as he came into class. Right watch them carefully because he and his new found kin with the other Muggleborns in the school were obviously planning the revolution to take down all the more skilled and dangerous adults. If Moose could have a say about seating he'd separate the Muggleborns from each other too. Don't want them breeding like the rats this school clearly thought they represented. Damn, Moose hated this place so much. He grabbed a seat on the right side of the Class and sat behind Mamie, and Ash then put his elbow on the desk resting his cheek in the palm of his hand to look as bored as possible. That was hardly the case now though. Moose was actually intent on learning this magical history to better understand the hate that was directed toward his kind. |
History of Magic had once been one of the classes that he looked forward too. He thought of the first time he walked into the classroom as a bright eyed Illvermorny transferee. Full of hope and excitement to be attending such a terrific school. Sixth year had been alright but this year.... this year had stolen the cake by far in tragedy. He bit his lip as he entered the room to refrain himself from making a comment. Noah originally hadn’t planned on meeting the Professor’s gaze but felt bad if he did. This wasn’t her fault - and besides- she was probably trying to survive too.... They all were. And she was kind.... As the days went on with Rosier in charge, the more and more cautious Noah became around his Professors. He nodded to Professor Recard and offered a small, small smile. It was all he could muster with everything going on and he wasn’t going to provoke the Neo-Alliance... There had been a time where he had lied about his blood status but doing that .... wasn’t going to end well. This he was finally heeding Aboli’s advice and staying quiet. Noah took his seat on the right side of the classroom, slipping into the seat next to Moose. |
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One of the only bright sparks that kept him distracted was Kale. And so, unlike others, Flynn had no problems crowding Kale right now. It just seemed like a good idea. Like Kale needed a tether. Maybe they all did to some extent, but Kale especially. And it was a distraction too, one that Flynn was glad for during the rare lucid moments. So the Hufflepuff went ahead and sat right next to him, then immediately reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. Yes, he was a mess, and probably not much use to Kale right now, but he was here, and that had to count for something. He didn't acknowledge anyone else aside from catching the eyes of a few of his friends, his head stayed down. The professor got no acknowledgment. Hopefully she would understand that he didn't have any energy for it. He kept his mouth closed. It was just a lot. Focusing on trying to be there for Kale was the most he could manage right now. Breaking up with Yoyo in front of everyone in the great hall wasn't even on his mind anymore - it felt like a distant memory, far more distant than the traumatic ones that had resurfaced. Hopefully the lesson wouldn't require all that much from him. |
Kinsay felt a little lost. Processing the Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson was hard. It helped that she and Emm were back together and stronger than ever, but. Everything was still hard. This whole term was one disaster right after the other and Kinsay was tired. The kind of tired that seeped through your bones. She quickly made her way into the classroom, not wanting to bother with hellos, but mumbling a quiet "hi," despite. It wasn't Professor Recard's fault. She was trying her best, really she was. Kizzy could tell. Kizzy also owed her big time for saving Phoebe's face. It was something Kiz thought about each time they had history lessons. Made it a little easier to sit through them, even if her mind was in a million different places at once. Doing a quick survey of the classroom, she noticed her friend, Moose, and almost began walking towards the empty seat nearest him before stopping herself when she remembered things. Very important things. Like where she was meant to be sitting. With that in mind, she course corrected and moved towards the other side of the room to take a seat there instead. She made sure to save empty seats for Emm and Teddy. |
“Good morning, Professor Recard.” Nem spoke as calmly and casually as ever as they entered the classroom and greeted the professor, like it was just another day. Which, unfortunately, it was. Things were getting way too settled once again, catapulting Nem straight back into the everyday boredom they’d been plagued with for years. That dead muggle was both blessing and curse; much the same could be said for all of these recent events. Every time something happened, it ceased to be enough almost immediately, if it even had been enough to begin with. As much as Nem might have tried to spin things to say they were deliberately trying to act cool, calm, and collected as a means of survival, that acting normal was all part of disconnecting, they weren’t really trying very hard to make it seem that way. They weren’t really trying hard to make anything seem like anything. What was the point? It had stopped being remotely stimulating. Nem wanted to do something. Bypassing every student, the professor, and the board without so much as a glance, Nem took up a seat on the left hand side of the room, right at the back. They propped their chin in their hand, and stared listlessly out of the window. |
Eden came in and quickly found a seat with her fellow dirty-blooded wastes of magic. Gang gang. She didn't bother greeting the teacher and only nodded to her fellow muggleborns in greeting before taking out her "note-taking" materials. The first year fully intended on using this period to work on homework for other classes. Because History Of Magic was a waste of time. Lessons outside of actual practical magic? Pffttt. Pro-Alliance, Anti-Eden Tilly propaganda, no doubt. She'd pass and read a library book from a more sane era (of which the wizarding world seemed to have precious few) in her free time if she felt compelled to learn Wizstory. Sorry, Recard. |
Dahlia arrived on time and in silence. There wasn't much to say lately and even less worth saying. If there was a smile on her face at all (and there wasn't right now), it was very small and fleeting. Barely had she stepped foot into the classroom and already directions had to be followed. Being separated by blood status was silly but right now, all she wanted to do was sit down before she fell down. "Hello, Professor," she whispered softly, noting the woman looked as tired and bad as she herself felt. Quietly she slipped down into an empty chair on the right side of the room, taking out all the materials she needed for the lesson. |
Since the DADA lesson, Heath found it harder to go on acting unaffected by everything going on. He could barely sleep anymore for seeing that dead muggle's panicked face and hearing the screams of the ones trapped in that barn every time he closed his eyes. He blinked groggily as he entered the History of Magic classroom, keeping his gaze down to hide the dark bags under his eyes. "Hello, Professor Recard," he greeted, sparing the woman a passing glance. Noticing how tired she looked made him feel slightly less self-conscious about his own tired appearance, and his heart went out to her. This was taking its toll on everyone! Blink, blink. The seating according to blood status caught him off guard - he didn't know why. Blood status seemed to be the only thing that mattered anymore! - and once again, he felt that conflicting pull between the two halves of himself. He wasn't muggleborn, but was there too much muggle in him to belong on the left side of the room? He took a seat on the left side toward the middle. Not on the muggleborn side, but not too far into the wizard side, just in case he didn't belong there either. |
If the Hufflepuff had looked tired in the previous lessons, it was nothing compared to how he looked today. After the terrible field trip and witnessing the killing curse being used right in front of him had caused him to get nightmares which kept him up most of the nights. Muggleborns on the right …. It didn’t even bother him anymore. He was starting to get numb to the treatment he and the other Muggleborns were getting in every class. ”Hello professor” He greeted, his voice monotone and cheerfulness which had left him a long time ago . He turned to walk over to the right side of the room and took a seat on a random chair before staring in front of him, looking in to space. |
Her Head of House didn’t look so… hot. Naturally, the Snakette knew why and so, she chose not to comment on the matter. The seating arrangements made her feel disgusted, however. It was sad how the Muggleborns were being treated. Still, as she valued her life, she remained silent on that too. “Hi, Professor.’’ And Claudine moved to the left side of the room. Spotting Heath, she slipped into the seat beside him. “Hey, you,’’ she whispered then quickly busied herself with getting her materials for the lesson out. It was going to be another interesting lesson based on the topic on the board. Unless The Hoods turned up. |
SPOILER!!: Welcome! Well, it looked like that was everyone. Gabi raised her wand and closed the door - which would hopefully keep the hooded figures out as well. Although she was quite certain they still had their ways of finding out what happened behind closed doors. "Good morning everyone. As you can see, the lesson of today's lesson is none other than Albus Dumbledore himself," she said with a small smile. Despite putting on a happy face, and being pleased that no unwelcome visitors had entered her classroom, she still seemed less...peppy than usual. "It goes without saying that he was a very influential wizard who had a huge impact on many wizarding world events in the 20th century." "To show just how much he made an impact on wizarding society, we're going to start off by listing any facts you know about Albus Dumbledore. Anything. It can be about his family, his life at Hogwarts, his relationship with Grindelwald or Harry Potter...try to not repeat answers. I want to make this list of important facts about Albus Dumbledore as LONG as we can," she challenged them before turning to the class and waiting for the first hand to raise. OOC: Annnnd class is underway! Remember, if you post AFTER this, and you did not get to post your character entering the class, just pretend you were here the whole time. Posting your character arriving late WILL result in docked house points! First question is up - what do you know about Albus Dumbledore? Get creative! Try not to repeat answers - which should be easy since we know Dumbledore's history is MASSIVE! Class will resume in roughly 24 hours. As always nudge me with any questions! |
Albus Dumbledore...that name rang a bell in Mamie's head. But why...was he a famous Hufflepuff? No, that didn't seem right...she didn't know who this Grindelwald fellow was either, should she? Harry Potter she had heard of, though. He'd been a seeker. Mamie knew that from her Quidditch research. And...she was fairly certain Dumbledore had been his headmaster?? Maybe??? Mamie raised her hand. "Albus Dumbledore was the headmaster of Hogwarts when Harry Potter went here," she said. Hopefully that was right. She thought it was?? Maybe?! |
Kinsay wasn't really feeling up to answering questions today. Or any day lately. Everything was really hard lately, did Professor Recard know? But because the fear of the Hoods(TM) was always real, Kinsay raised her hand anyway. She didn't want to get into any trouble for refusing to answer questions in classes. She saw what happened to people when they stayed quiet in Defense Against the Dark Arts and even when the Hoods weren't present, they always seemed to show up at the worst times. So she couldn't risk it. Kizzy would be doing everything she could to stay out of trouble from now on. She had already experienced enough trouble to last her for the rest of her life. Probably. Also? Her heart likely couldn't take anymore. It was starting to take less and less to send her into a spiral and she didn't really want to go through one of those during class (though she always worried that she would - it was hard to control). Truthfully, Kinsay didn't actually know that much about Dumbledore. Except that he had a really long name that she could proudly remember its proper order and everything. Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore! Why would his parents name him that? It was a mouthful. She wasn't interested in much else regarding the man though, so she didn't look into it proper. Still, she did recall flipping through that particular section of the textbook once. So her answer was simple. "He had a beard." And Professor Recard could take that any way she wanted. Kinsay knew it could mean double. She was smart. She knew ~things~. |
Violet had dutifully seated herself on the left side of the class and had been preoccupied with looking at Albus Dumbledore's long string of names--and she had thought herself pompous as a child for always introducing herself as Violet P. Blackthorne! Suddenly she was brought out of her reverie by Professor Recard's question. Right, class. "He taught Transfiguration at Hogwarts before he became Headmaster," she answered, raising her hand. "And he was also skilled in alchemy, and discovered the twelve uses of dragon blood." She ought to remember that, her governess, Miss Howard, had repeated it often enough. |
Just the fact the topic under discussion seemed completely normal and, well, not anti-muggleborn had caught Gracelyn’s attention. Considering everything else in the castle seemed to be otherwise, and even the separation of those who were muggleborn in class was a hint of what was outside of the closed door. Even so, her answer had been rather quiet as she had raised her hand. “Albus Dumbledore was the owner of the elder wand for a while, after he’d won it in his duel with Grindelwald.” She’d been observant, after all, so the wand in question was something that had come to mind rather easily. Plus, all the greater good references and, well, the anti-muggleborn stuff made sense with that part of the former headmaster’s history. |
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