adorable Pitchfork muggleborns~ and evil hoodies -_- Minjae knew that he was in trouble the moment one of the hooded figures stepped forward and pointed their wand at him. There was real fear in his eyes as he heard a loud bang followed by a sharp pain against chest as the spell hit him so hard that it knocked him backwards and he landed with his back against the pile of mud, slowly sliding down. It was a miracle he hadn't touched any of the portkey pitchforks. He stayed there for a short moment, catching his breath as the wind had been knocked out of him. It HURT. But he also knew that he couldn’t stay down for too long. With a painful groan, the Hufflepuff pushed himself back up on his feet. His hands, the back of his school robe and back of head was covered in mud. ”I’m sorry” he apologized, hating how small his voice sounded. But for what was he sorry for? For standing up for someone? He would do it again in a heartbeat.But maybe not in front of any of Rosier’s Followers…. He knew he shouldn't have let his emotions control his actions. He realized he had been stupid and in the back of his mind he knew how lucky he had been. |
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Heath was vaguely aware of more people joining the group, but he didn’t react to their presence. He didn’t want to draw attention from the hoods, and besides, the lesson was starting. They were going to see dragons today? He wasn’t sure whether to be intrigued or afraid. His uncle worked with dragons, so he’d grown up hearing quite a bit about them and lowkey wanted to meet one. But he didn’t trust the hood brood not to feed students to the dragons. Nope, he did not want to become a dragon’s dinner today! Heaths are friends, not food! He tried to block out his worries to focus on the question, but before he could come up with anything original to say, a loud bang startled him. He visibly flinched, staring in horror as the hoods used a spell on Minjae. Asdfjkl!!! Was he okay? It was only when Heath saw him get up that he was able to look away and regain composure. What was the question again? Oh right, dragons… He quickly raised his hand and said, “The Chinese Fireball is slightly less territorial than other dragons, at least toward its own kind. They’ve been known to share territory with up to two others.” Had that answer been said already? He had no idea! He was just trying to get an answer out before something else distracted him. |
le old tire group now, apparently :3 Whattttt!?!? Apollo hadn't really been paying attention to how many people were at the groups, but he just had been hyperfocused about there being someone familiar and older. But Williamson was booting him and Kinsay, Apollo frowned for a brief moment. It could have been worse. He could have been with the pitchfork crew, for instance. Uh ... what? Why was Ashley being yelled at?? Had he missed something? Perhaps, but no matter, as the first year moved to join the older snake kid along with his fellow lions and listened to the professor. Dragons!!!!!!!!!! Was anyone paying attentioN!?!? They WERE GOING TO SEE REAL LIVE DRAGONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eyes widen with both excitement and maybe anxiousness, as he considered what he knew about dragons and what Grandpa Tanc had told him. That was such a broad question... like everything they knew about dragons?? So broad. Deciding to just pick one of the ones he hadn't heard mentioned (hopefully), Apollo figured going with that was probably the best solution. "The Peruvian Vipertooth is the smallest and fastest of dragon breeds. It's got short horns and venomous fangs that it uses to subdue its prey." |
Old Broom club Keeping a wary eye on the Inquisitorial Squad (could they never get through a class without that lot invading it?!), Violet raised her hand: "Dragons are snakelike creatures, but much larger, with scaly skin, four legs, spinal nodes along their backs, tails, and rows of teeth." Very large, dangerous teeth. "And there are mentions of dragons in almost all cultures around the world." |
broken broom group Text Cut: Uncle Willy Did Louise LIKE being called by her first name instead of her last - and in this case being the ONLY one in the class who got such a privilege? Yes, yes she did. It made her feel special. The redhead nodded at Professor Williamson and broke away from the old boot to join the smaller group at the broken broom. Her eyes lingered on the hooded figure in that group for a moment before she turned her attention back to their professor. Ooh, dragons? That was exciting. Louise knew that Louise raised her hand. "There are ten known pure breeds of dragons," she said, after being called on. "Though I wouldn't be surprised if there were more that we just haven't discovered yet." But THAT was a fascinating subject for another time. |
Ye old TYRE CLUB WOOT WOOT! Seriously? What was UP with Williamson? He knew that the whole situation in the castle was probably putting a huge burden on everyone, but he didn't have to take it out on them. Adam had been SO smart about this since the opening feast. He hadn't thrown ONE piece of garbage at anyone. SUCH restraint. At least he was with Kinsay and his sister now, which was comforting. Although the older kid - what was their name again? Nemo? - didn't look all that thrilled to be stuck with the younger kids. He wanted to assure them that he'd be on his best behavior, honest! The lesson had moved on by the time he settled in, though, so he moved closer to Ingrid and gave her a smile before raising his hand. He knew a LITTLE about dragons, they weren't his creature of choice but no one could deny that they were interesting. "ProFESSor..." YIKES. Did anyone catch that voice crack? Uh. Moving on. Shush. That didn't happen. "Charlie Weasley was well known for working with dragons and helped smuggle Hagrid's dragon, Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback, out of Hogwarts before Hagrid got in trouble," he explained. |
lil bit behind but WE'RE OK. MINI-ACTIVITY TIME. Portkeying out. ooc: This is another one you'll wanna read all the way through first before you post, probably. sorry for the delay, life found a way, and uh, i had to save the Minjae reacs for the end for my own sanity. XOXO. thank you for playing!! i sincerely mean it!! Williamson just had a bad feeling that something was about to happen today, and it could be because of the portkey timer about to activate, or whatever... it could also just be because hadn't something bad been happening in almost every lesson all year? Hmmph. His grumpiness was both deepening and yet receding with the children's' responses. This day was TOO MUCH already. Text Cut: All The Small Things And it was, really and properly, time to move on. Literally. Williamson didn't even need his watch to tell him the portkeys were activating and lighting up, even the pitchforks beside the poor Muggleborns. "Look, kids," he cleared his throat, trying to tamp down that ever-growing gut feeling that something is wrong here, something is very wrong here. "Stay WITH YOUR GROUP at all times when we land in the dragon reserve. It's just in Wales, not that far away, so you should be FINE. I want you to look for CHARACTERISTICS of the dragons who live there, and consider--- c--c-consider making some observations when we get there. Look at their environment, go check out the young ones, go... go explore, but be careful, and stay in groups." His gaze flicked towards the hooded gang once again. "Remember, dragons should be free." That was all he had to say about that. As for him? He had gone for Luck's abandoned bit of newspaper and assumed the stupid squad would pick their own portkey. Without further ado... WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH. They were gone from Hogwarts. IMPORTANT OOC: The field trip continues in this thread. Feel free to post your exit here and arrival there (or just post there, whichever). Then feel free to begin exploring! You can stay with your group as commanded or... y'know, be one of those kids who doesn't follow directions and thus has to experience ~consequences~ Your choice. >:-) |
Wait, what???! Violet was always caught off-guard by Professor Williamson's sudden departures, she remembered the same feeling of panic when they'd gone looking for yetis last term. But she definitely did not want to be left here with the Inquisitorial Squad, so she hastily reached out and scrambled to get a grip on the broom handle in time to portkey out. |
The problem with the terrible treatment against the muggleborns (apart from the terrible treatment ) was that these days, Minjae couldn’t differentiate between acting or if they secretly meant every word they said. No one knew what was truly going on inside someone’s mind after all. He wanted to believe that the professor had no other choice in the matter. ‘But are you sure though? It doesn’t sound like he gives a damn about you’ ”I’m fine” he whispered back to Ashley his eyes going to The Hood that had attacked him earlier for a brief moment. Bloody coward. The tone, the roasts, the snarling expression against them muggleborns. All were triggers for the seventh year to cause his breathing to intensify. He wasn’t panicking though, he was getting angry and emotional. His inner Gryffindor side told him to do something incredibly stupid. Yell , shout, REBEL . But his Hufflepuff side kept him in check. ”Understood , Sir” he answered, hearing his own voice crack and he blinked his eyes rapidly as he looked away. He refused to cry. REFUSED TO! Merlin’s Beard were they ever going to get a break from the psychological and physical torment? because he was getting very tired of it. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Minjae turned around to see that the pitchforks were lightening up. He walked back towards the mud, seeing the imprint that his body had left earlier before he touched the portkey. |
Dragons should be free too? That was a thing? Curious. There was a lot going on here, and Ivy knew most of Professor Williamson's words and attitude were probably just an act put on for the Inquisitorial Squad. It was the exact thing they were all having to do in just about every stupid lesson in this stupid term. But the dragon-related rant was...interesting. She didn't have much time to dwell on that thought (or the fact that he'd said they might get to see a Welsh Green dragon!) because it was portkey time. Ivy grabbed ahold of the broken broom, that unpleasant feeling of being pulled to their destination quickly taking over. |
Ash was upset at Williamson's response to her question. Not even Rosier talked like that to her. Rosier said, "whatever" and moved on as long as she shut up. And she HAD shut up. She was doing everything right! She was not being an idiot! If they wanted her to answer, then they didn't have to be like this. And his logic was DUMB, okay? He lived here in Scotland, so WHAT DID HE KNOW about opaleyes either, huh? Explain that. She mentally added this class to her list of classes that she didn't like. This term, it was all of them. But she refused to give anyone the pleasure of watching her cry. THAT WAS A PRIVATE THING! That she was not interested in showing anyone. And was she supposed to know everything or nothing? This was so confusing, and she was so upset. But she was going to be on her best behavior, because people got annoyed when they saw you as perfect. So perfect was what she was going to be. Then they wouldn't be able to do anything, but would still be miserable. She grabbed the pitchfork, imagining that it was a weapon that she could fight someone with, and waited for it to take her somewhere else. |
That was Mamie. Paying attention, especially since they were going on a field trip and she did not want to die a gruesome death at the hands of She hoped Minjae was okay...he seemed okay, after the hexing and the berating. Hufflepuffs were resilient. Was that one of their hat-approved traits? She couldn't remember. Plus...deep down the professors cared about them? Right? Right? They were just pretending, right?! She clung to the pitchfork with her fellow Muggleborns, hoping the dragons would be friendly. Friendlier than the Scary Squad, right? |
Quinn knew that the Professor had to act this way because of all the Alliance freakazoids that were around, but it was kinda harsh, right? The ridicule stung him, but he tried to brush it off like it was no big deal. The stuttering and concern in the Professor's voice during his last announcement registered with Quinn as well, and it did not make Quinn think of good things. Oh—Wait—The Muggleborns were going too?? Quinn hadn't realized this until the pitchfork in front of him started lighting up and people started grabbing onto it. Quinn didn't know if he was prepared to meet dragons face-to-face, but he didn't really have much time to debate that with the Portkey about to go; he grabbed onto the very end of the handle. In the couple seconds he had before the Portkey went off, he reviewed everything he remembered about Portkeys in his head: they transported the user to a specified location, anyone touching the Portkey in any capacity once it was time was sent along with it, the use of one could cause nausea, dizzine— oH ThIS doEsn'T FEeL gOOD |
............What? Williamson had gone from a grumbling grump to a dramatic dragon advocate in the matter of minutes and Cece just blinked at the guy, a little lost for words. Uhhhhhh. She knew he loved dragons like her mum did, but that was a BIT much. Anyone else confused? No? Just her? ...okay. Shaking off her unease, the blonde readied herself for travel and then she was OFF! |
Aboli was not phased by Professor W's erratic behavior today. What was normal behavior anymore anyway when fear was at play? The psychology behind fear as a weapon was indeed fascinating. She needed to have access to her mother's books on it all ASAP. She had her fingertips touching the old boot as they were suddenly JERKED away. Despite her grumpiness, she made sure all four of them were touching the boot, and she would recount again once they got there. It was her first time using a portkey, too. WOowoWOWOZAAAA. |
Ah, here she was. Limpet. Nem smiled back at her, but said nothing - respecting the professor and his lesson or whatever - and fortunately did not have to nudge her into relinquishing her hold. She managed just fine herself. Anyway. Wilson hadn't caught it, had he? The hint? Disappointing. Full offence, but Nem really was wasted on these professors. Well, he'd get there. Maybe. One day. Or maybe not; he was pretty far past his prime, after all. For the moment, Nem just stood by and waited once more, almost about to lapse into deep consideration about the portkey situation, were it not for the repeated (and frankly irritating) exclamations of the professor. Weasley really should consider joining the drama club... ... because he certainly needed to work on his acting skills. If Rent-a-Snitch were falling for this, that was a disappointment. Nem had aligned with them, after all, or... well, no, that wasn't true. The Hug a Hoodie Brigade were the grunts, really. Probably genetically engineered snitches, or not far off. Nem had not aligned with them, but the Big Man. They'd been staring at the nearest Hood for a while, ignoring the kerfuffle with the muggle-borns, ignoring Wilbur's continued melodramatic performance, ignoring everything, impatient to get going and otherwise apparently entirely unmoved. At last, Nem set eyes on Walter again. Stay in the groups, sure, sure, whatever; they knelt down on one knee and hooked their fingers around the inner ring of the tyre - the infants would catch on or they would not, time would tell - and waited. There was that familiar tugging sensation in their gut, and off they went. |
Name an animal that isn't protective of their young. Eden wanted to argue so, so, so, SO badly. Hamsters ATE their babies. Some birds laid their eggs in other birds' nests. Scorpions kept a bunch of life-making components from different suitors just chillin' inside till they decided to become mums. But she didn't argue, because the Hoodie Gang was right behind her. And the whole confidence thing - she wouldn't be winning any arguments with Williamson, even if she was right. Before she could stew on how mean the groundskeeper was being any longer, she was VERY unceremoniously time-warped away by a pitchfork. NAUSEA!!! ALERT!!! |
ol' tyre #WeOut Kinsay scooted closer to Nem because she knew he'd protect her. Also. Nem seemed like the type of person who'd smell real nice, so she kind of wanted to check. For science. And that smile of his? Did he know how nice his smile was? Did he? If he didn't, Kizzy would gladly tell him. It was important to tell people these things so they knew. While her focus was mostly on Nem, she did also give a little finger wiggle to Ingrid and Adam. This was a good group. She could tell. Following Nem's lead, Kinsay knelt down on one knee too. Just because. And then hooked her arm under the tire and looked up to smile at him again. Hi. She was properly distracted by all the going-ons, but who could blame her!? O_______________O And then she felt all her insides squeeze (not in the good way) and they were off! |
Ilya felt WWW was about to cry when he confirmed the answer. It was odd. He'd never seen WWW so down like this, was it because his class was tightly monitored by the squad? He shouldn't be too hard on them when they barely did anything! Anyway, Ilya did not have more time to process where they were going or whatevs because he swallowed by the dreaded force of the portkey. |
Atlas was hanging on Professor Williamson's every word. Every word. And what he heard at first absolutely shocked him and then there was a look of horror and disgust as words began spewing forth from the man's mouth. What...what was he saying? Atlas felt his eyes go a little scrambled eggs again, all wibbly and weepy as the man he had put all his trust in (besides Auntie June) seemed to betray him right before his very eyes. And ears. At first the Gryffindor eyes narrowed, glared, at this blatant betrayal. The professor had told him, Atlas, to trust him. Blinders up for a bit, it was not until the man was speaking directly to Atlas that he really started listening. Like really started listening. Something else came to mind, something he had been told all the way back at the start of term in the man's hut. Think like a Slytherin and less like a Gryffindor hot head - WHICH he took offense to! He was NOT a hot head! That was Aries - and also to never show your cards. Including tears. Which had his eyes drying up, mostly, in another few counts. A sentiment that was echoed in Professor Williamson's emphasis on tough. Tough like us. Growing up in a household that placed great importance on precise language had its payoffs sometimes, and right now felt like one of those. Us, that was not a reference to this...rhetoric that The Hoods™ and Rosier were preaching...this was something else. You could tell in the eyes. Or...at least Atlas wanted to believe that he saw something in the man's eyes. He had heard something somewhere about how the eye area was the most difficult to fake...so that was where you focused on to sense truth and such. And, well, he really wanted to believe that he was seeing nothing but sincerity and the man that the first year NEEDED him to be. Tough like us. Tough like us. Tough like...Professor Williamson and Atlas Flamsteed. Tough. Though...the first year did not feel particularly tough. He still felt weak and helpless...but he had been doing what the man had begged him to do: learn. Learn and practice as many spells and magical theory as he could. He even practice spells when he could easily do things himself - so he was really good at a Summoning Charm now. So, as the professor moved on, Atlas took a deep breath and inflated his chest...though otherwise he did his best not to show anything else. Not showing his cards, right, Professor Williamson? It was...really hard to listen to him speak to |
Holy Hippogriffs, Minjae was attacked! Irithel had not heard his retort to WWW, so she was shocked to see him suddenly shoved back by one of the hoodies. That must have hurt, both physically and emotionally. She turned away and tried to look happy, or at least neutral, that a Muggle-born student "got what he deserved". Professor Williamson's response to her answer was really weird. And LOUD. She blinked, confused, then nodded when she realised he was shouting pro-wizard stuff for the hoodie squad. Wait, she was supposed to shake her head: no, dragon-egg breeding and trading should NOT be illegal, because wizards should be allowed to do whatever they want. She stopped nodding and shook her head with forged enthusiasm. Soon, the old broom Portkey was lighting up! It was time for them to leave the school they were locked up in for more than four months. Despite the uneasy feeling within her, Irithel was excited to go to the dragon reserve (this would also be her first visit to Wales, hehe). She placed a finger on a twig of the broom tail, and was transported away from Hogwarts with everyone else. |
Gemma had been there, yes of course she had. She wouldn't miss creatures for anything. She wanted to be around dragons, who wouldn't? So she was there and she listened as she always did, but wasn't there another way to get to a place then portkey? Portkeys were the worst and she would never ever get use to them. Seriously she might just run the other way if she was going to have to use those things again anytime soon, but the fact that there would be dragons made her move forward to get one. "You know professor, you do always have the coolest field trips. Will we see any images of you being chased by dragons like we did last term to that trip?" That would be kind of cool to see another memory or charm like they did before. She might have been stalling from the portkey with bringing up the last trip, but now it was time, she would do it, just reach out and touch the thing, come on Gemma, you can do it, just touch it. Finally closing her eyes she grabbed on. |
Well.......clearly the Professor was not impressed with Camryn’s answer. Study all twelve? With a sigh, she just nodded her head. She had been studying, but.....whatever. Apparently it was field trip time. They were going to Wales for dragon watching. Cam made sure she had her note taking materials so she could record her observations. Characteristics, environment, babies, explore.....right. She would do all of that and hopefully live to tell the tale. The first year looked at her group mates. She would make sure to stick with them throughout the trip. For now though, it was portkey time. Camryn put her hand on the tea kettle and took a deep breath. Before she could give it another thought, she was in the midst of a very unpleasant portkey ride. |
Heath blinked, caught off guard by Professor Williamson’s responses to the muggleborn students. Although he showed no outward sign of emotion, there was no way he could hear a professor he greatly respected speak that way and not feel something. He wasn’t mad, just… disappointed. He would’ve expected that from Rosier or possibly Carton, but he thought better of Williamson. Either he’s a better actor than me, or I’ve had him figured wrong all this time, he thought darkly. Act or not, hearing Williamson berate students hit a little too close to home for Heath. It reminded him of the many times he was berated by teachers in muggle school, but the thing that stuck with him most wasn’t the abysmal treatment of the muggleborns, It was referring to Charlie Weasley as a “dirty blood traitor”. By that logic, his own mother could also be considered one. Was that how others saw him, as nothing more than the son of a blood traitor? The all too familiar feelings of self-loathing and resentment at his blood status welled up within him. He always knew he was too magical to belong in the muggle world, but now… was he too muggle to belong in the magical one? Heath was grateful for the portkeys’ departure, as it gave him a distraction from his emotions. As uncomfortable as the pull on his stomach would be, it was nothing compared to the constant pull between two worlds. He grabbed hold of the broken broom, and he was off. |
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