Raven tried to hid her annoyance at the professors harsh stare. Many of the other students were also debating but she didn't see her give harsh stares to THEM. But at least she didn't tell her that she couldn't use the text book.

Then the annoyance vanished and was replaced by shock as she heard that the bird was going to die. Was that a good thing??! It sounded sadistic to watch an animal die just to know what it looked like. "Professor, how long do they normally live? Because you said it repeated everything it heard. But then it must be scream in fast motion, or we would be sitting here for years..."

Well this class certainly took an...interesting turn... Sure, it was a part of life, and it was apparently an old jobberknoll so hopefully it had lived a good long life, but...it still felt kinda wrong to look forward to it dying just to hear the scream or whatever it did. If she was a jobberknoll, she was pretty sure she wouldn't want to be observed by a bunch of people in her last moments...

...okay, she didn't even like thinking about it. So that was gonna stop. Focus on sketching instead. Just sketching. Nothing else. Yes. Okay.

Sketch sketch sketch...

Tag was amused at what the Professor had to say about his answer. It amused him, and it seemed his Professor, and hopefully some of his friends. So, by her words, could this mean that Tag was free to get out of class?

The professor wanted to hear the jobberknoll die and scream? Tag looked around the classroom when she had mentioned this. It seemed like this was a very awkward, uncomfortable thing to think about. An of course when the Professor mentioned it Tag stared at the floor for a few seconds, just thinking. Well, this was.... different. Yes. Professor. It was a very morbid thing. Maybe you could've thought of a different class discussion today?

Anyway, coming back to his senses Tag got out a piece of parchment and hastily drew a jobberknoll. It was rather bad but it was a drawing nonetheless. Also, no, he was not going to go up and get a closer look. What if it decided to die and scream right in front of him? Or, Tag just looking at the Jobberknoll, then hearing its scream afterwards and replaying seeing the Jobberknoll's actions in his head? No thank you.

After a while of sketching, Ella decided that she was finished. The blonde looked down at the finished product and frowned slightly, pushing it away from her. There was something that didn't feel right about sketching a bird that was meant to die soon. Like some kind of creepy memorial thing. The whole thing just wasn't sitting well, y'know?

Gaze falling on the Jobberknoll once more, the blonde simply watched it curiously and tried to prepare herself for the fact that she might be hearing its scream soon. She shivered a bit but kept on looking.

It really was a pretty bird.

.... Honestly West hadn't expected people to get all into his out loud musings or whatever. He sort of blinked warily as more and more people commented, but kept his own mouth shut. He wasn't trying to hijack the lesson after all. It was just one of those things he supposed; people listened to him. Sometimes it was probably a good idea to just not say anything at all. And now he was getting odd looks from the professor. The sort of looks that most professors gave his sister actually.

Hmm. Wonder if there was any significance to that.

Meanwhile, they got to sketch the dying bird. Sweet. West was into sketching and whatnot, he got his things out, parchment and pencil, and then went over to take a closer look at the Jobberknoll and start drawing it, aiming to get it done before it keeled over.

Adelaide quickly scribbled down the animal ratings. She'd come across them a few times in her reading, but never really gave them much thought. Obviously things were going to have to change. Time to move on with the lesson though.

They were going to watch the bird...die? Sure the fifth year found it interesting that they replayed sounds backwards and such, but jeez. That was not on her list of things she needed to see in her life. It was bad enough when she thought about Oreo getting up in years.

Anyways, Addi was in no way going to just up and leave the class. Instead, she got a little closer and began to sketch the little bird. Poor thing.

Alright so now they had to go sketch the jobberknoll? Kace could do that. He wasn't the best drawer but he could at least try right? But first he copied down the notes of the classifications of the animals. He was learning a lot in this class.

He got up from his seat so he could see better. He was quite short still and he went in the front roll and saw how beautiful the bird was. He smiled at it and was sketching it's legs....body..wing and head...and beak.

Sketch....sketch.....sketch....sketch....sketch... ....

With a few quill scribbles and scratches later he finished his little sketch. He wasn't the best artist but at least he tried.

Sketch... sketch... sketch...

The frown on his face was prominent as he continued to work on his drawing. It was hard not to look up from his drawing to just stare at the bird, which was what probably made him take longer on this drawing than he ought to. But the bird... the poor bird. He really wanted to reach out and pet it. Maybe stroke its fur while he was at it...

... but he shouldn't. No.

When he was done with his drawing, Alec stared down at it for a while. It wasn't... perfect but for once, he didn't care. His grey eyes flew up to the bird again and he stared at it for a while more. What he was doing still sitting here, he didn't really know. The bird was just kind of entrancing, in a weird way. Maybe.

After a while, the boy got up and silently headed back to his mat. He sat down, placing the drawing right in front of him. Now... they just... needed to wait, right?

Minerva continued to sketch the bird as she glanced at it a few times she felt on edge like she was waiting for a fire alarm to go off but didn't know the exact moment it would. This was not fun at all. It was more nerve racking than anything else. Waiting for something to die, it was just odd and uncomfortable.

She finished up her sketch and looked at it. She hated drawing, really she was never that great at it. Why did they have to do sketching, couldn't they just write paragraphs about it instead. Sighing she set it aside to show she was done. Hoping no one would see it and think a five year old made it.

Now that she was finished all she could do was sit there and look at the bird. She just felt really uncomfortable so she fidgeted a bit and pulled out more parchment. Maybe she could act like she was writing notes or something so that she wouldn't have to look.

Sketch time! Caleb was really excited about this, since he never really got to do any crafty stuff. He also wasn't the best at drawing, but he liked to attempt it. It was fun! Settling in near the Jobberknoll so he could see it clearly, he pulled out some parchment and his bottle of ink and began to sketch.

Ugh, this bird wouldn't sit still! Or maybe Caleb was just inpatient and any little movement aggravated him. How could he draw properly if the bird didn't sit in one spot? He drew the plump little body, then it's feet, which looked a bit more like broomsticks than feet, and then onto the giant feather coming out of it's head...at least they weren't drawing a hippogriff or something. That was his nightmare.

Although Tora could doodle, she was not an artist. So instead of black ink, she picked up a Muggle pencil and eraser so her parchment wouldn't turn into one huge ink blob. Once she had an outline in pencil, she would ink over it later. She grabbed a textbook from her bag to right on and sighed as she walked ver to the cage with the sad looking blue bird.

Finally she had something that looked somewhat like a small circle with a triangle sticking out of it on top of a large oval with these sticklike things that could, with some imagination, be interpreted as legs. She sighed again. Art was definitely something she needed to work on...

WHAT!!!!???

Poor birdie!! It was going to..To pass away? Nerida frowned. That was sad. Though she was happy it would be able to die in its own time.

Did he want to go up for a closer look? OH YEAH! The blonde took out a piece of parchment before heading over towards the bird in the cage. She sat there for a while, just staring at the bird. Soaking it all up. Do you think it knew it was going to die? Frowning she started to sketch the poor bird.

Sketch. Sketch. Sketch.

They were going to watch a creature die? Jeez, that was morbid. Why didn't she just talk about the Cartesian circle why she was at it and disprove life. He didn't care HOW long her legs were...and they were...morbid topics were always weird, yeah?

Also, Ascanius was working up all these in his head 'cause he couldn't draw. Not a lick.

With a huff, he drew out his supplies and started to attempt the drawing thing. This was no fun.

Wade nodded as Professor Roman confirmed his thoughts on the pretty bird being a Jobberknoll, with its speckled blue coloured feathers and small size. He had been thinking perhaps the pretty bird was going to merely be a bystander, so to speak, for the duration of the lesson until they were told to sketch it. Shrugging, he flipped over some pages in his notebook for a blank one to begin when the unfortunate was mentioned.. The jobberknoll was dying.

Wade frowned, right into his sketch. It had merely been one lesson and he already felt attached to the bird before him's beauty. There wasn't anything really he could do, but expect the rarity of hearing its entire lifetime of sounds replayed backwards for them.. Hopefully it wouldn't be too loud.

*Scribble, Scribble*

Adi had now completed his sketch of the Jobberknoll. Could he just leave now? He really did not want to stick around for what would happen soon to that poor bird.

He stole a glance at it. It probably knew it's end was somewhere around the corner. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He had never seen a Jobberknoll die before but he did read about what happened. It was sort of like what happens with human, or so they say. It was sort of like the white light flashing before the person's eyes but instead of a white light the jobberknoll sang.

Eh, professor say what? The Jobberknoll was going to die in class? And they were going to watch? Okay, where did Bunz keep getting these people?! Or was it the Board's fault? Either way, it seemed like who ever it was was trying to scar them for life. Not cool. Not cool at all. And Sky was letting her displeasure with this sudden turn of events show in her face as she sketched the creature she now knew was dying.

Wait...what?

Now Sophie was officially confused. Hogwarts could be that way, she'd decided. She'd thought this was a debate, and...now it just wasn't? She blinked, unsure now how to tell when it was debate time and when it wasn't. Lucky for her, the professor moved on with the lesson, so she just turned her attention to the woman in the front of the room and tried to remain focused.



She fixed her gaze on the Jobberknoll and listened as the professor told all about the bird. A scream of everything they'd ever heard...backwards? Whoa. What a talent. Too bad they died right afterwards. Oh, and...that's what this very bird might do?! IN THIS CLASS?!

Sophie just blinked once again.

...and now she had to draw the poor thing. At least it was one last tribute to the bird before he screamed himself into the grave. With that thought on her mind, she looked down at her parchment and got to work.

Pretty soon, she had produced an original piece of Sophie Newell artwork.

So it was a Jobberknoll. Hannah figured as much, but what she didn't figure was that the professor was hoping that it would die while they were still in this lesson. Yeah, they would be able to hear the scream, but she wasn't too thrilled about having to witness the death of the jobberknoll. Were there any people who actually thought that this was going to be ok? Just once the sixth year would like to enjoy a normal lesson. She didn't think that was too much to ask really.

Next they were to sketch a picture of the jobberknoll, but the kicker was that they weren't going to be graded on them. Score. So, she didn't spend too much time on her sketch.

Sketch, scribble, sketch.

There she was done and you could totally tell that it was a bird of some sort so she was pretty sure that it counted for something. Now if the bird would just not die.

Laura was really bored with this lesson and so she hadn't really been paying much attention, people were sketching so that is what she was going to do she was going to sketch, she just got on with it and started to sketch something, she really didn't need to finish it right.

Just focus on the sketch...focus on the sketch...

That was what Penelope repeated in her mind until she finally just didn't think about it anymore. It didn't really help the drawing itself since she had no talent for drawing whatsoever, but it turned out okay. Sorta. And yeah, she had decided to give him a name because he deserved one and because she didn't want to keep calling him just "the Jobberknoll". Jobberknoll was kinda long. Jobby was better.

But now that her sketch was done...what was she supposed to do? Just sit there? She guessed so...so she continued to sit where she was, having not moved any closer to Jobby anyway, and watched as everyone else sketched and stuff.

Alexa put all her focus on the bird, trying to get all the details in there that might have been considered important. Might as well before the bird was no longer of any use to itself. Should be soon, yeah? The Professor was counting on it. With one last stroke of her quill, she was done.

Now then.

Lex lowered her parchment and STARED at the bird, as if willing it to do something, anything. If it suddenly started screaming...she might be a little freaked but in the end that was the goal here. Not that she was staring at the bird in the hopes that it would drop dead. That was just all kinds of mean that she was not. Poor thing. It needed to be put out of it's misery. How humane was watching a dying bird through a cage and hoping it croaked fast enough?

Don't get her wrong, she wasn't about to become some self-righteous, cruppy hugging, bird activist, she understood this was simply for a lesson, she was just curious is all.

Like, how much longer would it take? That kind of thing.

What? They were going to sit here and wait for a bird to DIE! WHAT? What was wrong with this woman? She said it so lightly and casually like she was discussing the weather. And she even said that they were fortunate? Older people were cruel. Her eyebrows furrowed and she just silently pulled out a parchment and started sketching.

And no thank you, she wasn't going to get closer. What for? To get attached to the poor thing then hearing him DIE! What was wrong with these people?!!!

It took her ages until she finished the sketch. She had her legs crossed and was hunched over the bench that was serving as a desk right not. Once she finished, she sat straighter and set down her quill looking down at her sketch then letting her eyes wander and caught some people's sketches.

She didn't look over at the jobberknoll. It would be sad! Seriously! She would have not minded living her life without hearing the bird die.

It was hard to draw under a crunch like that, especially when Alice had no artistic talent whatsoever, but she really didn't want the bird to die before she finished capturing its appearance. What parts of it were meant to be considered important enough to get down on the parchment?

Speckles.. tail.. beak.. legs..

Thank Merlin no color or shading was necessary, because if it had been, her whole parchment would have been a smeary mess right now. But somehow, the artistically challenged sixth year managed to get a rough sketch on her parchment without anything getting smudged or blobbed or ruined further than it already was.

So when was that bird gonna die, huh?

This was taking forever.

Taylor glanced up at the professor. Drawing? Yay! But... poor birdie... about to die... how sad... She frowned but went closer to the cage, admiring the bird and taking in all the details that she can. Tay turned and went back to her seat. Taylor got out some ink as well as parchment and started to slowly sketch the bird. Taylor started with the head... then the eyes... beak... then the outline of the body then the legs and out line of the tail. Tay then started to fill in drawing with the feathers and design of the bird. She went slowly and carefully, making sure that she got every single detail that she could remember. Taylor glanced at the drawing and grimaced. It wasn't her best drawing but it would have to do since she was rushed a bit. If she wasn't doing it for fun, she probably would take a week to admire the bird then a week to sketch the pretty thing but she was in class and a rough sketch would have to do.

The birdie was - gonna die? Marigold looked at it sadly. Why couldn't they keep it alive? She frowned, then took out her quill. She was a horrible artist... But she could try, right?

Sketch... Sketch sketch....

She looked at the outline she had drawn.... Then back at the bird. Hey, it wasn't thaaaaat bad....