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Charles's classroom looked much as it and the Great Hall always did. Desks and chairs were arranged in their usual fashion and the ceiling was enchanted to resemble the weather outside. Today it was a sky full of Cumulonimbus clouds intruded upon by occasional splotches of blue. As usual, the history of magic professor is preoccupied with some essay he is writing. He occasionally glances up as a student enters. Find a spot to sit and say hello if you wish.
The only thing different than usual about the classroom was the arrangement of a large blue cooler next to the professor's desk. The word ultrices is written on a paper taped to the top of the cooler. What could it possibly mean?
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Did it look like she read books?
The answer was no. No, she didn't read books. Nor did she extensively study latin. This whole class was irrelevant to her right now. The only thing that mattered was A) they were gonna get ice cream at some point. And B) casual Fridays were happening now. What would that entail exactly? Zoryn had no idea.
Though, in her opinion it was best not to ask. 'Cause if you didn't ask it meant that you could wear whatever you wanted. If you asked, you might get some restrictions. Best to beg for forgiveness, y'know? Asking for permission was way to risky.
Anyway, she wasn't paying any attention at the moment. It was Curtain's fault though. Why was this class even mandatory? Made no sense whatsoever. Zoryn was simply hear for the ice cream.
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Beth glanced over to the door when a confused looking Gryffindor boy walked in. What…breakfast – had he not eaten yet? huh, weird she thought before reaching into her rucksack. ”Hey…um…hungry kid?” she shrugged as she waved a small wrapped granola bar at him, ”catch” she added before giving it a light under-hand toss. Yes, he’d owe her in the future but he didn’t have to know that just yet. She had fed him after all.
Beth raised an eyebrow at Ewan, ”great…but it’s a secret E” she added a wink before glancing over to Lydia and waving to her housemate, she was nice. Really, Beth wanted to make the team with her and become teammates and friends – truly, Lydia needed to meet Quinnlin.
Beth grinned when Professor Curtains used the proper name. Yes, Professor that was noticed. This girl was going to give him a proper thank you later…maybe, whenever she had the time or the energy. OH MY GOSH, casual Fridays? Beth could totally go for this even though sometimes being in uniforms made things easier – she didn’t have to show off all of her special outfits…except, she wanted to show them off. It was her thing, fashion one of them at least.
Did these writers have to be muggle? She thought. With a groan as she glanced around the room before taking her quill and parchment and jotting down name after name. I have too many… was all she wrote before biting her lip and making another go at it.
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Anabeth C. Greyvson
Year 1, Slytherin
History of Magic
▹ this is a little hard for me...I likeloadsof authors
▹ Uncharacterizable Fiction – Joseph Fink Welcome to Nightvale, Nayyirah Waheed Salt
▹ Classic Fiction – George Orwell 1984 & Animal Farm, Harper Lee To Kill a Mockingbird & To Set a Watchmen, Jane Austen, Louisa May Alcott, Charlotte Brontë, Emily Brontë, Thomas Hardy, F. Scott Fitzgerald, William Shakespeare, Neil Gaiman,
▹ Noir & Mystery Fiction – Rob Thomas Veronica Mars #1; The Thousand-Dollar Tan Line & Mr. Kiss & Tell (Veronica Mars #2), Carolyn Keene Nancy Drew
▹ Just “fun” Fiction – Max Brooks The Zombie Survival Guide
▹ Fantasy – Neil Gaiman, Lev Grossman, Lewis Carroll, Beedle the Bard,
▹ Things I want to read – Leo Tolstoy (War & PeaceAnna Karenina), Thomas More & Paul Turner Utopia, H.G Wells, Kurt Vonnegut, John Berendt (Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil), Liane Moriarty (Big Little Lies, What Alice Forgot…her stuff sounds good), banned books in general, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Margaret Atwood, Charles Dickens, Vladimir Nabokov
▹ ▹ pretty much all of Quinn’s favorites
Time to take a stab in the dark. Beth raised her hand ”Professor, does poetry work…because if it does I’d say for me it’s a tie between classics like William Shakespeare and Nayyirah Waheed” she paused for a second taking a deep breath ”Waheed’s book S-salt is really amazing” she smiled and glanced around. Hopefully no one would call her out on the salt thing, it was totally normal.
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She beamed at Professor Curtians "Yes. Very well, thank you." He was so nice to ask. She quietly listened as the other students entered the room and gave Daisy a sweet smile when she sat down next to her. She wanted to lean over and give her a hug, but she decided against it since class would be starting soon. Just as her curiosity over the cooler was about to get the better of her, the class started.
Latin. Nope. No Latin for her. But, ice cream! Now, that was a nice surprise. She hoped they would be able to pick more than one flavor. If not, she could see what Daisy was going to choose and maybe they could split them to have two favors. Then a sad thought popped into her mind. What if the ice cream wasn't for them? Or, maybe there was only enough for a few students.
Thankfully the news of casual Fridays lifted her mood and she was better focused to continue with the class. Patrick had thought up a great idea. Much more practical than her snack stations all around the castle idea.
On to class. A favorite fiction writer. Picking one was hard, but if she listed all of them, they would be there all day. "I think mine is the same as Ari's. I love C.S. Lewis and his Narnia books." She glanced over to Ari and gave her a nod and a smile. "The books are fantastic. My favorite one has this wardrobe that they can walk through and enter a new world. It's like mag.." She paused a moment. "I was going to say it's like magic, but that's how I felt before I knew magic was real." Her hand went up to her forehead and her face went blank. "I guess I don't know how I feel about that book anymore. It's really not the same now." She sat quietly, the weight of her discovery heavy on her mind.
Latin? Now that was something he was bad at. Awful, really. And, considering the fact that incantations had Latin origins, he should get around to studying some... except he was too fascinated about studying Mermish and, speaking of which, he needed to visit Bartholomew and show the gentle squid the new things he'd learned over the summer.
There was ice cream in there? And he had strawberry flavoured too? And they'd get back to it later?! That was just pure evil, because it would be the only thing Daehyun would be thinking about.
Then as they moved on to the topic of their lesson, Daehyun became flustered, as he did not have an answer, and to professor Curtains it might seem he did not read at all, which was farthest from the truth. He could name more than one writer alright, but none of the authors of his favourite bestiaries and books about magical herbs and remedies could be considered fiction writers... unless... oh! "I loved the stories as Beedle the Bard as a kid," he said as he raised his hand. How could he forget the writer who made him love books?
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Wait, they had been able to come up with their own rules? And casual Friday won? How fun! And how lucky that Nettie didn’t have to actually DO the assignment to benefit from it! What a win.
They were going to be talking about writers today? Nettie had read a LOT of books, both muggle and magical. Which was her FAVORITE though? Hmmm.
She decided to go with a magical one - and maybe this one would earn her a few good marks in the professors books too. She raised her hand. ”I liked Hogwarts a History by Bathilda Bagshot!” she piped up.
How she remembered the authors name, she had NO idea.
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He could already feel his eyelids getting heavier and was definitely regretting not having that extra cup of coffee with breakfast this morning. What was it about History of Magic that made him feel so ... sleepy?
"Huh? No... go ahead," Max mumbled drowsily, gesturing to the chair beside him without even glancing at the owner of the voice. But hang on, wait... that voice. There was only one person he knew with an accent like that...
He turned to peer at her and felt himself instantly returning her grin, grateful that she'd chosen the seat beside him. Maybe boring old History of Magic wouldn't be so bad after all.
Oh good, she wouldn't have to pick up and move to a different seat then. Not that she thought Max would say that, even if he didn't want her to sit with him he was too nice to tell her to bug off. But he did look a bit sleepy. The class was starting though and there was something about Latin and ice cream and books and she tried to pay attention, though the sleepy fifth year next to her reminded her of something.
"Only vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry flavours." She pointed out quietly to Max and then added, "Too bad there's no pistachio." The emphasis on their code word was unmissable and Bel hid a smile. Just checking he wasn't that clone version of himself that Max had been talking about. The real Max COULD very well be back in bed getting an extra few hours of sleep after all.
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There was a small announcement he had to make before the class could begin. "Those of you who were with us last year may remember a lesson in which you were asked to come up with one rule change you would like to see implemented at Hogwarts. There have been some technical delays in making it official, but I am proud to announce that Headmistress Hawthorne has selected one of the most popular proposals you guys came up with to be officially implemented into our Hogwarts rulebooks. By order of Patrick Dooley, from this day forward all students shall be allowed to have casual Friday’s." Patrick was in the room with them right now. Hopefully they were all pleased with the rule change!
He let them soak it in a for a few minutes before continuing. "Right. Well done, everyone! Now, on to today's lesson. Let's start with a question. Who is your favorite fiction writer? You can name more than one if selecting just one is too hard."
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Bel had no answer for the author question, not being a big fiction reader, but okay what in the what was a casual Friday? Bel had no clue since she treated Fridays pretty casually in general. All days were casual unless they were a special occasion, weren't they? She put her hand up to ask.
"Does casual Friday mean... we can casually just not go to class?" She wasn't being a smartypants either, legitimate question. What WAS casual Friday? Did they have to say 'sup peeps instead of good afternoon ladies and gentlemen? Not that she ever said that. It was usually some variant of g'day mate from the Australian expat.
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Reese smiled even bigger when he saw the smile that she tried to sneak off of her face.. He thought she had a nice smile, not that he would ever admit it to her face.. Not a chance.. She'd take the mickey out of him for it for sure. " Brilliant! ", as he took his textbook from his bag and opened up his book to page 175, where he left off from earlier. " Doesn't look it.. Does it? ... How far ya gotten with yur copies?", he countered with a smirk.
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Beth had come into the classroom around the same time as Quinn, Ewan, and Emmalyn had…which made coming into the room a bit of a sticky situation. ”sorry” she muttered to the people in the doorway before taking a seat near Quinn and not far off from the lil’ ol Reese. ”hey Reese, hey Quinntessential” and with a sweep she raked her eyes over everyone else giving them cool collected smiles. She was in control here right? Right.
”Hello Professor…Curtains” really that name should have had its curtains called years ago poor chap, must have been ridiculed throughout his miserable life. Still, Beth was just kind and smiles today and then she gave Ewan a tiny head nod as a hello.
Taking her books, parchment, and a set of self-inking quills out Beth simply turned toward Schmebsters and Reese. ”nice use with the nickname Reese, I knew you had it in you” she even gave the kid a little wink and smile ”Quinnsters, I don’t think we want that to happen, Reese is…what my nan calls a good egg yeah?” she was all sass and smiles but only in the kindest of ways. Then dropping her voice down low she whispered to Quinn ”you’re…captain looks…y’know accomplished?” hopefully Quinnterifica would get it.
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Grinning, he reached for the book, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Thanks Quinn!”. With a mischievous smile, he continued, “don’t worry, if its damaged at all, you can feed me to the crocodile”. Knowing Quinn would understand his reference, he turned to the other children on the table. Eying Reese for a moment, he smiled gingerly, “Hey Reese”. Having only talked to Reese briefly in Diagon Alley, he couldn’t really judge him. Finally, he turned to Beth. “Hey B, how’s the manipulation going?”.
Reaching around, he grabbed his rucksack and carefully placed Quinn’s copy of Peter Pan inside. It was a small gesture, but he appreciated it.
Turning now as the room filled, he spotted a few more people he knew! Smiling back now, he gave a little wave at Lydia. It had been a while since he’d spoken to her last. Diagon Alley, actually.
She was still fighting to keep control of the smile, and when it started to feel like she was losing that battle, Quinn bit her lower lip. A habit of hers that Beth knew well and could instantly read. Good thing she wasn't here yet. "I'm about a fourth through with the section on hexes." The moment she stopped biting her lip to speak the smile returned, and this time she let it.
Speaking of Beth...Quinn gave her best friend a nod as she took a seat near them. And she found herself biting her lip again, this time at the new series of nicknames Beth has come up for her. If it were anyone else, Quinn probably wouldn't have found it so endearing, but Beth had nickname privileges for life. Besides, she came up with some good ones. That last bit, however. Quinn glanced over at Kirk, brow furrowed slightly, then back at Beth, questioningly. "I don't see it."
And to Ewan, she leveled a deadly serious gaze on him. "Ruin that book and a crocodile will be far too good for you." Just so he was clear. She took her books very seriously.
And...wait, what? Quinn perked up at the end of the Professor's start of class spiel. She'd only half been paying attention about the ice cream. Sure, ice cream was good, but you could honestly ask a house elf at anytime if you'd be able to get some ice cream, and they'd probably be handing you a bowl 3 seconds later. The casual Fridays mention, and...that question, however got her attention.
Favorite fiction writers? He was joking right? Expecting Quinn to be able to list all her favorite authors in one class period? Seriously? Oh. Well, where to even begin? Shakespeare, Homer, Beedle the Bard, Mary Shelley, Artemisa Rowlings, Brothers Grimm, J.M, Barrie, Lewis Carroll, L. Frank Baum, Peter S. Beagle," she even named one of her dogs after that last one; he's a beagle. "Let's see, Christopher Pike, Neil Gaiman, Terry Prachett, Madeleine L'Engle, Ridley Pearson, Robert Beatty, Phillip Pullman, Walpurnius Fletcher, Charlotte Dekker, Abby Tomaline, Ignatius Black, Narcissa Minge, Gregory Macguire, Aleister Pipp, Katie Filtch, Effy Stonem, Rick Riordan.....I could probably go on for an hour...or longer."
Quinn was the girl reading Peter Pan during her own sorting, after all...
hold the door – did that little bird just say Hogwarts a freaking history? Beth’s jaw was stuck half dropped as she stared at Trinetta the utter bewilderment clear upon her face. ”um…Trinetta? Hogwarts, a History is non-fiction…I don’t think Bathilda would be too pleased to hear her work called fiction” Beth’s tone was almost bored as she commented because clearly that wasn’t fiction.
Yes, she’d read it but…merlins beard. Still the salty little thing wanted to comment again that her real favorite author was obviously Shakespeare not the person that wrote salt.
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Did the professor say there's ice cream in that cooler box? Ah, now he understood the word "ultrices" means. Latin wasn't his strong suit. He wondered what the theme of this lesson could be. How to make ice cream in the past? He chuckled at the thought. Most importantly, were the ice creams in that cooler box safe to eat? He hates the idea of delicious snacks being tampered with for the sake of the lesson. He fell for their trick last time, not anymore. So no ice cream for him until probably the end of the lesson?
Oh hey, casual Fridays a thing now? Great! No uniform strict rules to abide. Nathan could wear whatever he feels like wearing on Fridays. Something he could actually look forward to.
Nathan thought hard about the professor's question. Only books he liked to read were mostly charm spells he could use during DADA. Fiction not so much. "Fevre Dream by George R. R. Martin." Vampires stories are fun.
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Right. Ronan let the little meerkat fade away as if it had never even been there in the first place.
Wait what? "Actually, ultrices is the plural of ultrix, which is Latin for avenger or punisher." And if he didn't believe him, he could go ask Professor Noble. "The word you're looking for is glacies crepito. Though, if you wanted to punish us by making us eat ice cream, I don't think any of us would mind...." Mouth run away with him much? Yes. Though, in his experience, fat lot of good it would do him, as Professor Curtains rarely listened.
And he really didn't have a favorite author. Not that he didn't read (okay, rarely did he do so), but because he just....didn't. So he didn't answer the question at hand. Nor could he see how it related to the ice cream unless you were eating it while reading, or your favorite author was whoever wrote the descriptions on the back of the Ben & Jerry's cartons. And how did the whole topic or topics tie back to history?
Hmmm......casual Friday? Interesting.
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Maddie waved at her new Ravenclaw friend (Nettie), and she probably would have started up a pretty lengthy conversation had the professor not started the lesson. Sorry, Nettie!
Maddie turned her attention to the professor just as the man was returning her greeting. "I'm doing well! Thanks for asking!" she replied to him. Shortly after that, the man launched into the lesson, and he got straight to revealing what was in that mysterious cooler Maddie had eyed when she walked in the room. ICE CREAM?! So he'd brought sweets?! What an awesome professor! Though just when Maddie thought they might get served some of the frozen goodness, the professor mentioned moving on in the lesson.
But Maddie didn't want to move on from ICE CREAM!
Now they were discussing something called casual Fridays. What did THAT mean? Couldn't they just casually eat the ice cream instead? ...and just when they'd gotten good and into that conversation, the topic was changed again. DEAR MERLIN. Now they were on to authors, which silenced Maddie's brain for just a little bit. Authors weren't as exciting as ice cream. Oh, well. She slooooooowly raised her hand. "Beedle the Bard does some awesome work!" she said.
lol didnt Ace come up with the dress down Fridays in class? :P
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Ice cream! Yes ice cream is always nice. How awesome is this school huh? Desserts in the middle of class heyo!
Casual Fridays.... Lillian just nodded her head, although its clear that she didnt understand that significance of it. So you get to wear another outfit other than your uniform on a different day? So what? Does that mean she can wear her pajamas to class on that day, because those are very comfy.
Ok writers hmm, that has always been a tricky one for Lillian-- for obvious reasons. She didnt really "read" unless she had to, and for that she had her special books with the dots or the audio or her own cockatoo. Therefore most of what she reads were non-fiction, except maybe there was that one time something was given to her that was supposedly a Hogwarts textbook but she found hard to believe because of how ridiculous it was "There's this guy called Gilderoy Lockhart-- funniest author I've heard, he writes his stories like they're real but really its just high-stakes hilarity. I quite like those."
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Well, Vivian obviously didn't take Latin class for a reason. Although she was fully aware that learning the language was beneficial especially with deriving incantations and other words, like what they seemed to be doing today, the seventh year had so much on her plate for the entire term anyway. She'd already dropped a couple of extra-curriculars last term, and she still felt like drowning. On top of that, she felt that her life-long pursuit to learn Romanian was quite enough. Her brain might implode sooner or later.
When classes started, Vivian stretched her arms out a bit so she didn't instantly fall asleep. But she liked that they weren't going to the actual lesson and the Head Girl found a tiny bit of relief that it meant she wouldn't snooze all the sudden. It gave her time to ponder on what exactly her favourite book was. She had only started actually appreciating the art of literature, but she rarely had time for it these days. Recreation and education weren't the best mix for her sanity.
There was Beedle the Bard, sure. It was a classic, and her mum read the stories to her during bedtime too. Plus a few Muggle fictional classics too, like princess. However, she was seventeen and those were for kids. "I enjoy books written by Jenny Han, professor. She's a muggle author," Vivian shared after raising her hand. Her 'To All The Boys I've Loved Before' tugged a few heartstrings as she read. She actually felt that book to a certain degree. "And John Green is a lovely author too."
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Aaron wasn't exactly excited to be here.
Actually, he would've much rather been outside, feeling the grass between his toes and giving his violin some much needed attention. OR...getting more practice in with the bat and his backswing, but... No. Lessons had fell upon the castle with a vengeance and he was left to mourn the true end of summer. Why did History of Magic have to come first? Why not Divination...or Ancient Runes? Subjects that always thrilled him no matter what they were about, but History...made him uncomfortable. Their books weren't reliable, because history was recorded by the winners. It always left him feeling like he wasn't getting the entire picture. Like when they had family portraits done for Yule, and they'd come in those weird plastic wrappers that only showed about a quarter of the image.
It hurt his head.
...and he was definitely not eating any food that was offered up in lessons. His grandfather always spoke against that, and Aaron thought he was the smartest, most wisest person to ever exist. Ever. .....However, he also didn't want to make the Professor feel bad. So...he'd just politely decline when those were offered. Also, he'd missed the lesson when they were asked about rules, but it was all the same to him. Maybe he'd wear the new bowtie Junia had given him for his birthday. For the first Friday, anyway...
"Actually, history can be fiction." At saying this, he gave the smaller Ravenclaw girl (Nettie) a smile. He wasn't too shy like his twin sister, or his cousin. And that Slytherin girl (Beth) wasn't being very nice. "Who's to say it's an honest retelling of events?" Cause it was a thing that writing something frowned upon could get a person hurt in the past. And he normally wouldn't have said anything, but it wasn't cool to be mean.
Anywaaay. ".....I don't think I have a favorite FICTIONAL author. I usually like to read things my grandfather wrote from his life." Because he missed the man something awful, and reading his words brought Aaron's mind peace. Since it was usually so turbulent up there.
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Dorian checked under the hood of his desk and was pleasantly surprised that there were indeed writing materials inside. Had they always been here in case students like him forgot their stuff or had it just magically appeared? Probably the first one... "Thanks Professor, but i'll use Kimi's spare quill for now" The Hufflepuff had already given him his quill so it was kind of rude to refuse it. "I'll keep in minds that its there, though" Cause he was sure this wouldn't be the only time.
As class began, Dorian placed Kimi's quill and his textbook carefully next to each other on the desk and then leaned back with his back against the seat as he listened. Casual friday? Wasn't that a day in which business wore casual clothing instead of suits? So they were allowed to wear their own clothes instead of their House uniform on friday from now on? Dorian looked down at his Ravenclaw uniform and mweh'd. Was he the only one who liked wearing this uniform? He felt like a scholar this way.
Ultrices meant ice cream? He would have never made that connection... But the thought of there being ice cream inside the fridge made him perk up. What? No nonono! Don't 'move away from ultrices for a moment' he wanted one now.
Despite being a Ravenclaw, he wasn't the stereotypical one who read books all the time. Ok that was a lie because he did read books. But those were the books in the school library or the library in the common room. Textbooks. Books he could learn from. He did however read comic books but he doubted that those counted right now.
As he listened to the other students giving their opinions, Dorian thought that maybe he should read a fictional book as well one day because some could name an author so quickly it had to be memorable.
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"Good morning class," he began. "I know many of you are probably wondering just what is in this cooler. Those who have studied Latin extensively might have a clue." Skylar, for instance. She seemed like she knew the delights of ultrices. "The word ultrices means ice cream in Latin. Yes, that's right. There are small packets of ice cream inside this cooler. They come in chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. Most of them are traditionally made, but I have some vegan ice cream set aside since I hear a few of you are vegan. But let's move away from ultrices for a moment." They would come back to it later!
There was a small announcement he had to make before the class could begin. "Those of you who were with us last year may remember a lesson in which you were asked to come up with one rule change you would like to see implemented at Hogwarts. There have been some technical delays in making it official, but I am proud to announce that Headmistress Hawthorne has selected one of the most popular proposals you guys came up with to be officially implemented into our Hogwarts rulebooks. By order of Patrick Dooley, from this day forward all students shall be allowed to have casual Friday’s." Patrick was in the room with them right now. Hopefully they were all pleased with the rule change!
He let them soak it in a for a few minutes before continuing. "Right. Well done, everyone! Now, on to today's lesson. Let's start with a question. Who is your favorite fiction writer? You can name more than one if selecting just one is too hard."
OOC: Woot so many posts! Sorry if I missed anyone in the replies. If you are late, just pretend you werehere all along. Class will commence in 24 hours!
Daisy raised her eyebrows with interest. Casual Fridays sounded like a very good idea. Maybe it would help her with dealing with the way her life was at the moment. She wasn't really too interested in the ice-cream, though.
Favourite authors? Daisy thought long and hard about her answer and then raised her hand. "Well, I have a number of favourite books but I'll try to narrow them down to a select few. "I like 'Beating the Bludgers–A Study of Defensive Strategies in Quidditch' and 'Quidditch Through the Ages' both by Kennilworthy Whisp and 'Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes' and I like any magical cooking books."
Charles finished sealing up the order forms inside their envelopes. He then set them aside in a pile on the left side of the desk. After the lesson was finished he would visit the Owlery to drop them off.
"Good morning class," he began. "I know many of you are probably wondering just what is in this cooler. Those who have studied Latin extensively might have a clue." Skylar, for instance. She seemed like she knew the delights of ultrices. "The word ultrices means ice cream in Latin. Yes, that's right. There are small packets of ice cream inside this cooler. They come in chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. Most of them are traditionally made, but I have some vegan ice cream set aside since I hear a few of you are vegan. But let's move away from ultrices for a moment." They would come back to it later!
There was a small announcement he had to make before the class could begin. "Those of you who were with us last year may remember a lesson in which you were asked to come up with one rule change you would like to see implemented at Hogwarts. There have been some technical delays in making it official, but I am proud to announce that Headmistress Hawthorne has selected one of the most popular proposals you guys came up with to be officially implemented into our Hogwarts rulebooks. By order of Patrick Dooley, from this day forward all students shall be allowed to have casual Friday’s." Patrick was in the room with them right now. Hopefully they were all pleased with the rule change!
He let them soak it in a for a few minutes before continuing. "Right. Well done, everyone! Now, on to today's lesson. Let's start with a question. Who is your favorite fiction writer? You can name more than one if selecting just one is too hard."
OOC: Woot so many posts! Sorry if I missed anyone in the replies. If you are late, just pretend you werehere all along. Class will commence in 24 hours!
Miranda could barely see the professor from where she was sitting, but this cooler was not in her sight. Sitting on her knees at her desk she peered around the student that was sitting in front of her to see the cooler. Was I supposed to learn Latin before I came to school? She asked herself. Her mother told her that was more than prepared for Hogwarts, and her mother was never wrong...just slightly askew on the rare occasion.
"Ooooh, ice cream!" Miranda exclaimed in a whisper to herself. That's rude. Bring up ice cream and table it for later. Maybe this professor was trying to play a game with them. A very rude game.
Miranda's eyebrows scrunched up in thought. Who is this Patrick Dooley? What's casual Friday? Miranda thought this announcement was a bit odd and out of place but looked around to see what the other students thought.
"Uhm, what does fiction mean?" Miranda asked with her tiny hand in the air.
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Rylee did remember meeting Lydia in Diagon Alley during the summer. It hadn't been all that long ago and when the younger girl waved at her, she smiled raising her own hand and waving in return as well.
Ms. Rylee Prichard. She liked that. Everyone else had been greeted either by their first name or their last name. She had gotten both! Rylee smiled brightly. The professor need not worry about a thing. As he was telling her to find herself a seat the lioness had already done just that and was already waiting for the lesson to begin.
The lesson started then and all Rylee heard was ICE CREAM. Her attention was stuck on that she several moments trying to work out which flavor she might want when the time came to decide later on in the lesson. This was a very serious matter which only got worse when the Professor went on to announce that the Headmistress has agreed to the students having casual Friday's. That was definitely something she could enjoy for sure.
So absorbed in her own thoughts was she that if she hadn't heard the person next to her listing fictional authors she wouldn't have had any idea what they were even talking about. Oops. There were tons of books that she had read over the years. Several more than once as they were above her grade level the first time or two she had read them. "A few of my favorites are Maggie Stiefvater, S. E. Hinton, and Cassandra Clare," she spoke up raising her hand.
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Viv was indeed wondering what was in the cooler. But ultrices? She didn't know it meant ice cream in Latin... She was excited about casual Fridays. She looked and said to the professor, "I like Lemony Snicket."
Reese couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face when Beth came in and gave him the verbal purple nurple.. Good egg?.. Hardly, shorty.. Rotten? Yes... Good?.. Not a bloody chance on a good day!
"pfft hardly, Bethlebee..", he answered whilst bestowing upon her a nickname of his own division.. Take that Girie! He had that same mischevious look and grin as he had joined in on her and Quinnie's joking about on the train.. The truth was they had quickly become his second and third favourite people that walked the castle corridors. And he enjoyed hanging out with them..
He saw Rylee come in a few minutes after he had and gave her a wave and watched as she went towards the front of the classroom.. Huh?.. She didn't come over and sit near me.. And he watched her get prepared for class to start..
He was still chatting with his two friends when the professor finished what he was going and began with telling them there was ice cream in the cooler... "Yes!", he celebrated rather loudly before he realized he was the only one being all loud... Mentally smacking his forehead and banging it off his desk, he just sorta smiled and chuckled sheepishly for his outburst.
Lydia was looking toward the front of the classroom. Was that a cooler? She wondered what was inside. Maybe the lesson wasn't going to be super dull after all. Maybe History of Magic wouldn't turn out to be her least favorite class like she suspected it might.
Turning to her seat mate, Lizzie, Lydia smiled. "Oh really? I'm a Muggleborn too! How did you react when you found out about all of this?" She waved her hand as if to encompass all of Hogwarts.
"At first I thought someone was playing a practical joke on me," said Lydia. "Now that I'm here though, I'm excited too. Even history can't be too bad if it's about magic, right?"
Lizzie smiled back at Lydia 'Yay another muggleborn!', Lizzie thought to her self. "I was excited when I found out that magic was real! I read many books
dealing with magic, and always wished I can do m-." Before Lizzie could finish her sentence, she realized that the professor was starting to speak. With one last grin at Lydia, Lizzie turned to face Professor Curtains.
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Charles finished sealing up the order forms inside their envelopes. He then set them aside in a pile on the left side of the desk. After the lesson was finished he would visit the Owlery to drop them off.
"Good morning class," he began. "I know many of you are probably wondering just what is in this cooler. Those who have studied Latin extensively might have a clue." Skylar, for instance. She seemed like she knew the delights of ultrices. "The word ultrices means ice cream in Latin. Yes, that's right. There are small packets of ice cream inside this cooler. They come in chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. Most of them are traditionally made, but I have some vegan ice cream set aside since I hear a few of you are vegan. But let's move away from ultrices for a moment." They would come back to it later!
There was a small announcement he had to make before the class could begin. "Those of you who were with us last year may remember a lesson in which you were asked to come up with one rule change you would like to see implemented at Hogwarts. There have been some technical delays in making it official, but I am proud to announce that Headmistress Hawthorne has selected one of the most popular proposals you guys came up with to be officially implemented into our Hogwarts rulebooks. By order of Patrick Dooley, from this day forward all students shall be allowed to have casual Friday’s." Patrick was in the room with them right now. Hopefully they were all pleased with the rule change!
He let them soak it in a for a few minutes before continuing. "Right. Well done, everyone! Now, on to today's lesson. Let's start with a question. Who is your favorite fiction writer? You can name more than one if selecting just one is too hard."
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'Ice cream?' Lizzie thought. ' Sweet!' Ice cream is one of her favorite desserts, she started to lick her lips thinking about them.
The curly haired girl started to get impatient when the professor started to talk about casual Friday. 'Please get on with the lesson. Lizzie thought.
'Favorite fiction author?' Where is this lesson going?' Lizzie wondered.
The shy girl wasn't going to answer but she decided to try to be a little brave and gave some of her favorite authors. "Umm I love to read so I have a lot that I love, but I really love C.S Lewis, J.R.R Tolkien, Stephen King, and Neil Gaiman." She answered quietly
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hold the door – did that little bird just say Hogwarts a freaking history? Beth’s jaw was stuck half dropped as she stared at Trinetta the utter bewilderment clear upon her face. ”um…Trinetta? Hogwarts, a History is non-fiction…I don’t think Bathilda would be too pleased to hear her work called fiction” Beth’s tone was almost bored as she commented because clearly that wasn’t fiction.
Yes, she’d read it but…merlins beard. Still the salty little thing wanted to comment again that her real favorite author was obviously Shakespeare not the person that wrote salt.
Trinetta had been perfectly content to just listen to what the rest of her classmates were saying - until someone very RUDELY piped up that Hogwarts a History was not fiction. OH. Wait. Fiction was the...true one? No, wait, untrue one. As this girl was very RUDELY pointing out. Oops. Well, it was true she had made a mistake, but was the attitude really that necessary? Obviously not.
She didn't have time to be embarrassed by her slip up, though, because she had already turned to look at the Slytherin girl, frowning and raising an eyebrow. "Sorry, SOME of us don't speak English as our first language and sometimes get things mixed up," she snapped back at her.
Now turn around and mind your own business, little Snake.
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Aaron wasn't exactly excited to be here.
Actually, he would've much rather been outside, feeling the grass between his toes and giving his violin some much needed attention. OR...getting more practice in with the bat and his backswing, but... No. Lessons had fell upon the castle with a vengeance and he was left to mourn the true end of summer. Why did History of Magic have to come first? Why not Divination...or Ancient Runes? Subjects that always thrilled him no matter what they were about, but History...made him uncomfortable. Their books weren't reliable, because history was recorded by the winners. It always left him feeling like he wasn't getting the entire picture. Like when they had family portraits done for Yule, and they'd come in those weird plastic wrappers that only showed about a quarter of the image.
It hurt his head.
...and he was definitely not eating any food that was offered up in lessons. His grandfather always spoke against that, and Aaron thought he was the smartest, most wisest person to ever exist. Ever. .....However, he also didn't want to make the Professor feel bad. So...he'd just politely decline when those were offered. Also, he'd missed the lesson when they were asked about rules, but it was all the same to him. Maybe he'd wear the new bowtie Junia had given him for his birthday. For the first Friday, anyway...
"Actually, history can be fiction." At saying this, he gave the smaller Ravenclaw girl (Nettie) a smile. He wasn't too shy like his twin sister, or his cousin. And that Slytherin girl (Beth) wasn't being very nice. "Who's to say it's an honest retelling of events?" Cause it was a thing that writing something frowned upon could get a person hurt in the past. And he normally wouldn't have said anything, but it wasn't cool to be mean.
Anywaaay. ".....I don't think I have a favorite FICTIONAL author. I usually like to read things my grandfather wrote from his life." Because he missed the man something awful, and reading his words brought Aaron's mind peace. Since it was usually so turbulent up there.
Nettie would have been happy if her little snap at the Slytherin girl had been the end of things, but then she heard a Hufflepuff pipe up in her defense, which was SUPER nice. She HAD heard that the badgers were super friendly and helpful. She grinned at the older boy. "Thank you!" she told him for backing her up.
See? Problems could be solved without all the ATTITUDE.
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"Only vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry flavours." She pointed out quietly to Max and then added, "Too bad there's no pistachio." The emphasis on their code word was unmissable and Bel hid a smile. Just checking he wasn't that clone version of himself that Max had been talking about. The real Max COULD very well be back in bed getting an extra few hours of sleep after all.
Bel had no answer for the author question, not being a big fiction reader, but okay what in the what was a casual Friday? Bel had no clue since she treated Fridays pretty casually in general. All days were casual unless they were a special occasion, weren't they? She put her hand up to ask.
"Does casual Friday mean... we can casually just not go to class?" She wasn't being a smartypants either, legitimate question. What WAS casual Friday? Did they have to say 'sup peeps instead of good afternoon ladies and gentlemen? Not that she ever said that. It was usually some variant of g'day mate from the Australian expat.
The previously drowsy fifth year was suddenly feeling much perkier and straightened up in his seat. Was it thanks to his deskmate? Or thanks to the mention of ice cream? Or perhaps it was a combination of the two? Who knew. The main thing was that he wasn't in danger of falling asleep in class. Not yet anyway.
"Huh? No pistachio?" He whispered back, glancing at her with a knowing look and confirming that yes indeed, he was the real Max and definitely not a clone. "That sucks... Pistachio ice cream is scrumptious."
He had to stifle a gigglesnort at her question about casual Friday's though and tried to keep a straight face as he raised his hand to answer the Professor's question.
"Do comic books count, Sir?" They were definitely fiction so he supposed they did. "They normally have a bunch of writers who all help eachother out. And illustrators too. They're probably more important than the writers actually cos it's the drawings that mostly tell the story. But..." He then realised he'd made a terrible mistake and slowly lowered his hand. "... I don't know any of their names." Which had been the question Professor Curtains had asked.
Why would he know the writers? He was more interested in the drawings and the cool characters!
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Raising his eye browns slightly, he grinned back at her. She needed to lighten up, He'd never let anything happen to her book. "Sheesh Q, you need to chill. Your book is safe with me". As if to emphasise that it was safe, he tapped the top of his bag.
Turning to Beth now, he winked at her with that playful smile. "Secret? Come on now B, this is Hogwarts! Secrets always find a way of showing themselves" . As he said this, an image of Derf and Emmalyn flashed into his head.
Leaning back a little now, he couldn't help but smirk at the little confrontation between Beth and Trinetta. Making an "Ooooohhh" sound under his breath, he looked down, smirking slightly. He didn't know much about his fellow Ravenclaw but he didn't fancy her odds in this one.
Making a mental note to talk to her, he turned back to face Professor Curtains. He appreciated the fact that he'd made an effort to reassure him about his lack of knowledge. "Thank you sir Professor!". Ears perked, ready to take notes, he listened to the Prof.C as he explained what the cooler was. Ice cream? Either this Prof was really cool, or this subject was boring enough that he needed to offer them ice cream to keep them interested. Either way, Ewan didn't mind. Taking his question into consideration now, he wrote down several authors on his parchment. Roald Dahl, Cressida Cowell, Christopher Paolini, Matthew Quick, Rick Riordan, Derek Landry, Conn Iggulden... He could go on but felt this was sufficient enough. Unsure of where this was going, he only put forward one name.
History of Magic, yadda yadda. Anna was ready to spend the next big chunk of her time staring out the window, daydreaming about being able to fly during those great morning hours when she heard the words ice cream.
Whipping her head to face the professor, the Gryffindor perked up and sat up straighter to see if he was going to open the cooler and give out the treats. But nope, not yet, apparently.
"Meh." She sighed and rested her cheek on her hand and elbow on her desk. Although she was staring out the window, she was sort of listening to the older man and once again she turned back to him when he mentioned casual Fridays. "Cool!" She exclaimed, looking around to spot her fellow third year who had suggested it and giving Patrick Dooley a double!thumbs up. Well done, you, Patrick.
Now that all of that got her attention, she couldn't help but listen to the first question given by the professor. Who was her favourite fiction writer? She had no clue. "I don't have one." The girl casually said, shrugging. Now, was it because she liked so many authors that she couldn't pick just one or because she didn't read much at all? She'd let others decide it was the latter.