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It's the first day of classes and the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the term. It would have been responsible of you to go to bed at a decent time...if you could sleep.
Either way, that's of no consequence to the Headmaster who has instructed that the lesson will be in the duelling arena at 8 am sharp.
As you walk into the arena, you will note that there is nothing unusual within the room. The dummies stand to either side of the room, the stage remains empty. Headmaster Rosier is stood before a chalkboard with the simple instruction:
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No incessant chatter - that goes double for you, Kinsay James.
The lesson will begin shortly. Come in, greet like you mean it then shut up.
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If Flynn looked confused and also somewhat terrified, it was for good reason: he was both. He was also silent and not focusing too hard on what was happening to people he cared about (compartmentalising ftw) though he was wondering if he should be confessing that he had no idea who his maternal grandfather was and maybe they were a muggle, just in case somehow these people knew and he got in trouble for not disclosing it. He was still a halfblood regardless but did how big that half was matter to these people? Why had he never thought about this before? He spent a lot of time with muggles, compared to most people, because of the non-magical shows he had been in, but he had never thought about it. Even though the boys that had attacked him when he was (much) smaller had been muggles, it hadn't been a factor in how he processed it. They hadn't attacked him because they were muggles, they had attacked him.... for other reasons. The newspaper cuttings he privately collected about similar crimes, he hadn't really considered were mostly from muggle publications but it was true that most of those attacks were muggle perpetrators. Did that mean anything? He hadn't ever thought so.
Speaking of attacked, Flynn flinched every time someone got hit with something, but tried his best not to look, breathing shallowly and keeping his eyes fixed warily on Rosier instead. It didn't inspire him to speak up, he wasn't in any position to help anyone. He had to fight to keep associated memories from resurfacing, though even the worst spell from a wand was less triggering than what those (muggle) boys had managed toward his younger self with their feet and fists and cruel words.
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"Moving on. Let's talk about the stain on our society. Muggles. Why should we not tolerate muggles? What makes them as bad as they are? What's wrong with them?"
So really, all he could do was focus on the questions, as shocking as they were, and answer honestly, hand going up with some slight wavering. " I-I don't know, sir, nobody has ever told me....... but maybe...... maybe its because since they don't have wands, they have to find other ways to be cruel and hurt people. Ways that you can't defend against if you're weak or young or small. " His voice tapered off to a whisper. Anyone that hurt others was bad in Flynn's eyes, like this interloper who had disguised himself as Kale's dad, but maybe there were a higher percentage of people like that in muggle society?
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He hadn't even been in class a minute. His eyes were on the Headmaster and then the Headmaster's eyes met his...."Agh...Arhgh!" Moose took a step backward as he felt the burning feeling in his forehead only grow. His wails of pain weren't the only ones in here. Someone was yelling in much sharper pain than those he could focus on. It almost sounded like they were dying. Rosier had clearly done something to a few of them. Some worse than others.
Moose took to one knee still holding his forehead trying to fight off the searing pain. Moose hated it. He gritted his teeth as gritting his teeth was what Moose knew how to best to hold off any anger, or in this case any form of emotion at all.
L I A R. He saw some others with the word Liar on their foreheads if they weren't holding them in pain same as he was. Dammit dammit dammit...
Dammit. All he wanted was to keep his parents safe. His eyes teared up as he attempted to stand his cheeks were stained in salty liquids.
He didn't bother answering him. His question was the worst possible question you could ask Moose. There was real anger and hate in his eyes all directed at him not taking his glare off the Headmaster. Unblinking as his teeth gritted to hold back the anger and now also the pain.
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Once the "Headmaster" started replying to them, Delilah instantly regretted saying anything to him at all. Maybe if she'd just ignored him, he'd ignore her, too. She doubted it, but couldn't she at least hope for good things at this point and time? She gulped and sat up straighter in her seat as she watched what happened to Ashley. A bit of anger boiled inside of her, and if she knew a spell or two, she'd cast it, even though she doubted she'd do much good.
She turned away just in time to see a squint in her direction. It made her feel like she'd placed on a slide under a microscope, and the man was trying to figure her out. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath, but after he said good morning and didn't cast a jolt if searing pain through her, she started breathing once again.
But what had just happened to Kinsay James?! Was her...mouth gone?! They were all going to die before this was over, weren't they? She was panicking again, and she knew it, but could she be blamed?! She tried to block out whatever else happened after that. She couldn't stand to see anything else be done. She jumped and gave him her attention again once the doors slammed shut.
Delilah had no idea what to say to the first question. First of all, she'd literally just learned what the word muggle meant. She'd asked somebody in the common room after the feast was over. She squirmed in her seat a second time. She had no idea what to say, and if she did, she didn't want to speak up at all.
'Ignore and You Shall Be Ignored, Too' was her new motto.
Every muscle in her body felt as though it may snap in half without notice. Delaney sat rigidly in her seat, her back had never been so straight in her life. She focused on taking slow and calculated breaths as she avoided all eye contact with Rosier. And she was forever thankful that her body had refrained from jumping as the classroom doors were slammed shut. But she could not prevent the bile from rising in her throat as students around her started yelping in pain and others started to loose valuable facial features. Swallow. Swallow. Swallow.
What makes muggles so bad?
Delaney could not stop her mind from immediately jumping to her step-father. Muggles like him stole people like her mother away from their family. He tore them apart. He made Delaney move across the country to a stupid little town in the middle of no where away from all her friends and her brother and her father. Of course that wasn’t actually true but to an eleven year old many things she understood to be true were far from the truth.
But Delaney knew better than to voice these thoughts. She decided for now it might just be best to keep her mouth shut.
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The humiliation felt insurmountable. It was like—and that’s when she heard someone else jump to her defense. Half expecting it to be Emm, Kinsay turned in surprise to look at one of the twins. Standing together, it was difficult to know which one was which, but this one was Aries. That much she could deduce because he was the one who knew her name. Kiz gave him a look of UTMOST appreciation, her eyes sparkling in thanks.
A similar look was given to her BEST FRIEND, Emmerson Cambridge, who joined in next. Kiz even opened her mouth to agree with her friend’s words, but whatever she said went…. unheard.
HELLO????? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME???? WHERE IS MY VOICE?????
Kizzy looked around with wide eyes and PANIC. First her eyes fell upon Mavis’ poor brother, withering on the floor. Next, she saw Emm and Kinsay’s eyes just about doubled.
Where was her mouth??????? She reached up to her own face, feeling around for where her mouth would be and just like Emm’s (and Aries’), her mouth was gone too.
The fear she felt after seeing Kale tortured in the middle of class was enough to get her to shut up, but uh….. She didn’t really have much of a choice anyway. She couldn't even answer the question!! (It wasn't a good question anyway). She did try to make eye contact with Aries’ though to wordlessly apologize if she could. It was her fault they were mouthless. Everything was awful.
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The scowl and grunt he received definitely weren't pleasant but he took it over getting hit with some kind of spell on the forehead any day. Minjae turned to look at the nearest kid who was writhing in agony and although he didn't know what they were feeling he could tell that the curse spelling Liar on their forehead was burning painfully.
And Minjae took a deep calming breath as his wand hand began to twitch, eager to reach for it but again he didn't. Perhaps it was the fact that he was seventeen years old and practically an adult now that he didn't dare go against him. That his brain knew about the consequences far faster than those younger.
At the first set of questions, Minjae tried to look impassive as he began to humiliate his heritage side. But the words still hurt. He was just not going to give the "Headmaster" the pleasure that his words were getting to him. Minjae did feel a sense of pride when Ash dared to call the man out but it also elevated his anxious state he was still trying to mask.
A mask that broke when Nemesis spoke and his right hand that had been twitching earlier was now fully clenched. Every part in him told him to walk over and punch them square in the face for talking like that about muggles and therefore his parents as well. Minjae had already taken one step but then stopped and turned back around to face the front.
He was not going to be an example of how bad "muggles" could be.
As for the question, the Hufflepuff didn't bother to answer.
Cal sighed the smallest breath of relief when Cassie stood next to him, and shuffled ever so slightly closer to her. Not that it would help if Scary Headmaster wanted to hurt any of them, but if felt the tiniest bit better to be close to his only friend at Hogwarts so far.
He could only stare in horror as the Scary Headmaster ATTACKED a couple of the kids and he saw the words LIAR appear on their forehead. This wasn't allowed was it??????? He covered his mouth to keep quiet when the older Gryffindor boy fell to the floor writhing in agony, feeling tears of anger but mostly fear sting at his eyes.
But the question Scary Headmaster asked them was what made him want to disappear even more than he had already wanted to. Muggles weren't a stain on society. His own granda was a muggle and he gave the BEST hugs and made him tea when he was sick and mammy had to go to work and they sometimes watched the hurling together and and and...he would keep quiet about all of those things and would definitely not be like the other kids shouting answers back. Cal shot a look towards some of the kids telling the Scary Headmaster just what was wrong with muggles, making a mental note to not ever ever be their friends.
Whether the Scary Headmaster liked it or not, Cathal was going to keep quiet and pretend to be anywhere but here.
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Did Isabella hear right, had Headmaster Rosier greeted her less harshly than some others? This was worrisome to the young girl and it definitely didn’t make her feel better. It only brought up questions and more questions. What was different about her? Would the other students gossip about it later? Would she be hated?
Isabella sat very still in her seat as she heard how students around her started to yelp out in pain and she even saw how some started to lose their mouths. Was this how they were supposed to learn DADA with an invisible wand held over their heads to cause pain and terror if they said the wrong things. Scared now, Bella bit her lip as she raised her hand slightly to answer shortly, not making eye contact with anyone near her. "Many muggles are afraid of the wonderous thing that is called magic." That was what someone had said on the wireless broadcast sometime ago. She immediatley regretted answering, but she did not want to cross Headmaster Rosier.
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Creating just a little bit more distance between himself and Kale Trent, whose name he could now remember, Atlas' eyes darted back to Rosier who was glaring him down...and he felt very much like a small mouse that a cat was about to prey upon. And then two things happened at once, the first was Kale Trent was on the ground.
Again.
Only this time instead of looking dead he looked like he wished he were so. Just like the night before when Adam Luck had been splayed out on the floor and looking like a worm through into a frying pan, Kale now writhed and screamed in agony. And once again...Atlas could not look away. He could only stare, frozen in time and space, while his body was seized and flooded with crippling fear...and then so were his trousers.
Again.
Warm moisture spreading around and down his leg, it was only the tip of the iceberg for the horror of the lesson as he felt like something had suddenly slapped him across the face. Unaware of what the effect was, his own eyes finally tore away from the fallen older lion (who he hoped he had not seen die...again) and found those of his brother's...and before he could even attempt to speak he saw that Aries had no mouth. Not just his brother...but others...and not just mouths removed, but brandings across their foreheads.
He wanted to scream. But he couldn't.
And Aries was holding out in not telling him about having a girlfriend already and he was going to be proper cross when he did learn!
He saw his new friend, Quinn, crying and Atlas felt a rage boiling up inside him. But also...he was too much of a coward still to act on such impulses, so he stuck close to his brother who...well...since he couldn't TELL him what had happened...maybe he could SMELL it at the very least.
Aries needed to tell HIM what to do this time, because Atlas was out of ideas.
And also...out of words. Not that he wanted to answer this question anyway. In fact, he shut his eyes tight as a preemptive measure to NOT see how Rosier reacted to some of the responses. He...he couldn't handle seeing another Cruciatus Cruse.
...nor could his wardrobe. He was out of trousers.
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Catherine. They hadn’t spoken in a while and Cecelia wasn’t even sure if the brunette wanted to be her friend anymore, but she’d chosen to stand beside her and that provided Cece more comfort than she could possible imagine. She’d needed it, especially when Kale crumpled to the ground, his body writhing in pain. ”NO!” She’d called out, only to clap a hand over her mouth. A mouth she still had unlike so many others. She couldn’t help them. She couldn’t stop Kale or his pain. She was frozen, rooted to the spot, her eyes growing glassy. And then Rosier’s questions...A fresh wave of panic washed over her then and she reached for Catherine’s hand. She wasn’t answering that. She couldn’t possibly talk around the lump in her throat even if she wanted to.
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It never occurred to Emmerson to lie on the form. If he was the Headmaster, he sat in the office with all the records. If he sat with all the records, he already knew who her parents were and where they worked and probably any allergies she had. The only thing likely "new" would've been that...muggle upliftment nonsense and while she wasn't sure EXACTLY what it mean, it had the word "muggle" in it. By and large, Cambridge did not care for muggles.
Seeing those who did lie getting branded, she almost wanted to say it served them right. Headmaster Rosier warned them. Was she the only one who heard the word "disposable" the night before??? Even if he didn't have records, if they lied and he had the wrong info then they died, no one would find them because they wouldn't match their real info. SHE wanted to be found, thanks.
But also also, um....seeing the cruciatus curse used on Kale was REALLY all this 12-year-old needed as a warning. If Kizzy tried saying anything else, she'd clamp her mouth shut HERSELF.
Except now Kizzy couldn't speak at her. Having been looking in her bestfriend's direction, she watched in abject horror as Kinsay James lost her mouth. There was no time to react. Her own mouth began to feel awful funny and by the time she reached a hand up IT WAS GONE.
The world as she knew it was absolutely falling into chaos and her classmates weren't making it any better by outright CHALLENGING the man who obviously didn't like them. WHY WERE THEY TRYING TO MAKE LIFE HARD FOR EVERYONE ELSE????
She looked about herself helplessly. Unable to talk, she couldn't respond but she was doing her VERY BEST to keep any defiance out of her eyes, lest she be considered in cahoots with Ashley Fox, the Ravenclaw with the perpetual death wish.
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Blue eyes shifted from the Not Headmaster and onto her friend as he came to stand next to her. A barely there nod of her head was given as a greeting to Tadhg. They could talk later.
The slam of the classroom door was enough to snap anyone into attention and it's effects were the same on her. Lia gave a small start in the form of a slight jump, her eyes quickly returning to where Rosier stood. Was that really necessary?
Clearly the mean angry man thought so. The events from last night no longer seemed so terrible as chaos already ensued around her. Not even two minutes into the lesson an- and..
Lia wanted to cry herself as she looked around. Some of her peers had the word LIAR on their foreheads in big letters and were on their knees crying in pain. Others had no mouths. No. MOUTHS! And the use of an Unforgiveable. On a student! This man wasn't a Headmaster, impostor or not. He was a MONSTER! As much as she wanted to move to comfort her housemates and the others her own fear kept her in place.
Why was this being allowed to happen? What had any of them done that was so wrong? Seeing all of this around her made it difficult to focus let alone answer any questions.
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The man was an idiot if he thought she'd called him 'mister' as an accident, but Phoebe couldn't preen over that win after he removed her sister's MOUTH. HER MOUTH. And he was hurting students, carving words into their heads... it made her ill.
"My apologies, Headmaster. I didn't realize you had the qualifications and educational background to qualify for the title. I won't make that mistake again." Still completely polite, no sneer in sight, because honestly there was no way to express how utterly disgusted she felt with just a word or a glance or a sneeeeeer. She did sink down to press a handkerchief against the forehead of the first year cringing on the ground near her (Quinn).
She couldn't help him all, but she could help this one. And Kizzy would forgive her for not rushing to her side. "It's okay, bud. I have something in the Gryffindor dorm that will make this feel better. Just be... brave, I guess."
The handkerchief on his forehead brought him back to reality a little. Quinn could hear someone on the floor screaming. And other kids standing up for themselves. He recognized the voices of Eden and Ash. He blinked tears out of his eyes as he focused on the girl helping him. "...um... th-thank you..." he sniffled, "I... I think I'm going to just... s-stay down here, for now..."
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Claudine eyed Curtis. She had expected him to give Rosier some sass and actually felt a brief moment of fear for her friend at the thought. Even though she was relieved everything went smoothly, at least on Curtis’ end, she reminded herself that the lesson had a long way to go; there was plenty of time for Curtis-sass. The fifth year gave him a small, tense smile. Tense because there was a certain amount of dread that came with this lesson since Rosier was the one teaching. Recognising the little guy from the Post Office {Quinn}, she sent him a nod. There would have actually been a proper greeting but hey. They weren’t allowed to speak unnecessarily. As for the outbursts in Kinsay’s defense? Well, Claudine had nothing against the girl and since this situation did not involve her, she did what she did best and kept her mouth shut. Shoe throwing incidents? There would be no involvement from her. Heath though… Claudine hated to see him looking that way, and she wanted to reach out to squeeze his hand in comfort. She might have had it not been for Rosier. Instead, she settled for giving him a warm smile usually reserved for him. Oh, hello there, Lilith. Claudine gave her a quick wiggle of the fingers which was supposed to be a wave.
Now that things had gotten started, the girl’s eyes grew wide with horror as she watched all the happenings. She was appalled to see the word ‘Liar’ on some of her classmates’ foreheads, and she instantly had the suspicion that the word would be difficult to remove, if it could be removed at all. But worst? It was the mouths of others disappearing. Terror welled up in her and without realising it, she moved closer to Heath. She eyes poor Quinn on the ground in concern but at least he was taken care of.
The question was barely heard but when answers started to pore in, she got the gist of it. Truthfully, she hadn’t cared much about Muggles before. There were no hard feelings against them, they simply existed in another world to her. But since dating Heath, she had interacted a lot more with Muggles and well… they were great people. Claudine knew that not all Muggles were this way but still… how was it their fault if they were born without magical abilities? Surprisingly, she actually found her voice to speak up. “What Curtis said. That’s all that’s wrong.” A disgusted look was tossed at Nem. Was that even a genuine answer or were they not looking to get on Rosier’s bad side?
What was up with this guy and having to make such a 'grand' entrance? Anyone could see his melty face form miles away, there was no need to make a huge scene. He rolled his eyes at the dramatic entrance, what was that suppose to do make them behave more?
His eyes widened seeing his fellow classmates have LIAR across their foreheads and their motuhs, on theie mouths! His blue eyes looked at the so called 'Headmaster' and then Kale on the floor and looked back up. This man was a MONSTER it was clear by what he was doing. Where ever he came from he can go back, he wasn't cool or nice. He didn't know Headmaster Trent yet, but he wasn't as bad as their so called 'Headmaster' here.
Not even bothering to raise his hand. " There's nothing wrong with muggles or Muggleborns sir, the problem is YOU and your stupid gang, half this school is Half bloods or less and one of the greatest witch in history was Muggle born Hermione Granger!" He didn't care what happened to him, this was all stupid and nonsense.
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Oh, Merlin. This term was going to be even worse than she imagined. Avalon had to clench her teeth to keep her jaw from dropping at everything happening—from the mouths disappearing to the "liar" marks on the foreheads to poor Kale Trent being tortured. She had to look away from that last one. She had never seen the Crucio curse on a real person before, and it was incredibly difficult to watch.
And then there was the matter of whether or not she was going to answer Rosier's question. Avalon didn't hate Muggles at all. Merlin, her grandparents were Muggles, and they were lovely people. Some of her best friends were Muggleborn. And there are so many Muggles that were smart and kind. She never understood the elitist attitude that so many wizards adopted.
Avalon found herself halfheartedly wishing that she had been hit with that mouth-disappearing curse like Kinsay. Then she'd at least have an excuse not to answer. But if she did answer, she'd have to come up with some lie about why she hated Muggles, and she didn't want her classmates thinking she was siding with the Neo-Alliance. Then again, not answering would surely result in some sort of punishment. This man was not playing around. The "liar" etchings (which Avalon figured would scar for quite a long time) said as much.
One thing was certain: she wasn't stupid enough to talk back to the new headmaster like so many of her foolish classmates were doing. Why did so many of her classmates have a death wish?
All these thoughts raced through her mind as she weighed her options. A part of her wondered if she should just try to go along with it as much as possible to get on the Neo-Alliance's good side. Then, she could get information about them and their plans and try to spot weaknesses in them. A double agent, of sorts. But doing that would require betraying her friends. She wasn't sure if she was ready to do that. At least not yet.
So for now, the Ravenclaw remained quiet, although she had a sinking feeling that her silence would result in some sort of torture.
Well, this was certainly an um..., interesting is far too light of a word. chaotic...maybe. Let's go with that, of a lesson already. Guess it was smart not to lie on form even though Amabel had nothing to lie about since she was a pureblood. Anyway, poor Kinsay and well poor Moose and well everyone. Amabel was just quietly sitting and listening to the guess Headmaster would be safest to call him as. which is basically the route she is going to go stay out of any trouble she can even if it means answering a question.
Though....seemingly everyone didn't want to be smart and was giving the answer Headmaster did not want to hear. This won't end well. Does everyone want what happened to that Gryffindor to happen to them??? It also seemed like Headmaster enjoyed it so good luck everyone. Semed her answer was said by that older slytherin..which was simple and to the point. With her hand raised guess she should answer.
"Can't do any magic like said"
And yeah probably the last thing Amabel will say in the class since he was probably going to share why they should not be tolerated and why they are wrong bad etc.
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A student was Crucio’ed. A student. Lilith watched in horror. How...was this allowed?! Her baby blue eyes fought the threat of tears. Fear started to root inside her. Breathing and making sure her shoulders and back remained straight, she clasped her hands tightly behind her back. She may be terrified, but she was far from showing it.
Then Nem said something that made her blood boil. Say what about muggles? She wasn’t sure if her hands trembled due to fear or anger. Maybe that was their disguise. To comply with this man.
Did she have a choice to respond? She could just stand here and stare daggers at Rosier. Was that a choice? She didn’t think so. “Muggles are able to get things done without magic. They are able to expand and live freely without having to hide.” An after thought came. A genuine one. Lilith wondered if Rosier would be able to answer it. “I have a genuine question, Sir,” she started, just so he knew she wasn’t going to mock him or anything like that. “Who came first, the muggle or the wizard?”
Catherine's eye went back and forth as many students cried out in pain, some falling to their knees, holding their foreheads. Her heart started to race as it took her a while to realise what it was that was happening. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw some young ones without their mouths - how utterly disturbing - and she eventually noticed the ones who cried in pain had the same word on their foreheads. She held her breath, relieved she hadn't lied in her form, even though she hadn't explicitly told they entire truth. She hadn't lied either, at least, so she was spared that horrible pain and shame.
As Cecelia herself yelled, Catherine's eyes widened, but she noticed the blonde had covered her mouth, not her forehead. She realised she had yelled because of Trent, who was being tortured. Merlin, that was some horrible screaming. No wonder it was considered a Unforgivable Curse... She couldn't help but watch.
Their 'new' professor then continue to address them. Catherine kept taking deep, slow breaths to try and keep as calm as she could, but she couldn't bring herself to look directly at him anymore, especially when he started asking his first questions. After all this time, the Wizarding world had gone back to this? And those kids being so utterly, utterly stupid giving those defiant answers! Merlin, did they not know what was about to happen to them if they continued that?? She wished they would shut up for their own good.
There were tears in the Ravenclaw's eyes by the time Cecelia reached for her hand, and she squeezed it tight without taking her eyes off the Gryffindor boy, who was still lying on the floor. Although she felt bad for him, she wasn't going to let Cecelia go to his rescue if she tried, lest the blonde end up in the same state.
Honestly, Catherine never considered Muggles bad. Unfortunate, yes, because they had to live without magic and all its usefulness, but not bad. She herself had Muggle acquaintances from her primary school and they were alright, although she was pretty indifferent about most of them. If she was the type to speak and provide answers, she would've gone along the lines of that one kid who said that what was wrong with Muggles was the fact they couldn't do magic. Because, in a way, that was true, hence their being unfortunate in the first place. But Catherine, as usual once again, remained quiet. The tears had disappeared from her eyes already, but she kept her gaze on the floor.
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Violet had had to run to make it into the classroom just before the doors slammed shut, but she'd managed it. She'd also managed an entirely believable sucking-up tone when she'd greeted the new "headmaster" and taken her place. Having a fraudster for a father was proving more useful than she'd ever imagined--how many times had she watched his insincere flattery to his marks, ah, clients. She'd hated that insincerity, but she'd observed it enough to be able to do it pretty well herself now, and it was definitely going to come in handy.
As the Headmaster started the class, Violet gasped as the red letters appeared on some classmates' foreheads--she was never so glad as she was now that she had decided not to try to lie on that form. Which wasn't the same as telling the whole truth. Then the question--what in the world?!? How were they going to answer that without getting into to trouble or looking like a total git. And not answering at all would probably make him mad. She tried to think of something that was true that she could say, then it hit her, and she raised her hand.
"Well, sir, even though they lack magic, there are a lot more Muggles than there are wizards, so they might pose a threat to us." There, that was true, and respectful--and he wouldn't like the word 'threat' at all.
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Noah's hand flew to his forehead after the man's harsh words as it almost felt like it was burning. His eyes widened when he felt something on his forehead. What exactly was that? His eyes did not stay wide for long as he felt the pain worsen. It grew sharper as if he had a migraine.
As his eyes scanned the room, he saw other students who had raised hands to their foreheads. LIAR. Was this what he got for lying on the form? Branded?
Worst of all was when he saw young Kale's treatment. This was... He clenched his jaw, balling his hands at his side. Right now he didn't care about the own pain he was in. He really just wanted to throw the balled fist at a certain someone but... If lying on a form caused you to be branded. What would happen if you disagreed with their new Headmaster? Probably something worse. If the Headmaster wasn't afraid to torture a student... what else would he do?
Noah particularly didn't want to find out. He remained silent in class.
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Apollo had been excited to learn magic, particularly defense against the dark arts as early as day one. But the moment he had entered the classroom and seen the words on the board, he didn't want to be there anymore. And especially at the comments and the branding certain peers had received on their foreheads. He was grateful that his blood status technically wasn't a lie. How did one decide purity anyway? Was there not technically a true pureblood alive today? The fact that all his grandparents were magic, made him more pure than some of peers, sure. But that didn't mean he was better than them. He was also ninety percent sure that everyone had a muggle or muggleborn in their family line somewhere. Even Rosier.
Standing beside Bella, he listened to everyone's outbursts and defiance. What was wrong with muggles? Uhhh ...... this was a trick question and one that Apollo would prefer to not answer, thank you very much. But he did agree with that Hufflepuff kid saying that they had to find alternative ways to besides wands to be cruel and hurt people. Classy.
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Her attempt to help hadn't done anything useful at all. Logically, thinking on it now, of course it wouldn't. But even so the realization was a little crushing.
Ivy felt rooted to the spot, unable to tear her eyes away from Kale writhing in agony on the floor. But then the Not!Headmaster's words to her jolted her from her frozen state enough to mumble a quiet, "Yes, sir," and then her feet took her to the nearest spot among the rest of the students to stand, putting her wand away for now.
Even if she had been a little bit tired before, she was wide awake now.
It was then she also finally noticed the words on some of her classmates' foreheads and a few like Kinsay and Emmerson who...whose mouths were just gone. What...?
How long was it going to be like this? These horrible people treating them like this and spewing horrible things about Muggles like the Not!Headmaster was doing right now... They would be defeated and Hogwarts would be rescued soon, right?
Ivy wasn't particularly confident in that thought, but for now she wanted to cling to that hope, however small it was. Especially with how her stomach was tying itself into knots again when Ashley and Eden and a few others were recklessly rising to the bait.
But what was the point? Arguing with him accomplished nothing right now. He didn't actually care about them or their thoughts.
So Ivy wasn't going to dignify his words or his questions with a response. Muggles were not a stain and there was nothing wrong with them. They weren't bad just because they couldn't do magic.
And the ones that were saying bad things about them... She hoped it was just because they were trying to tell him what he wanted to hear and try to move the class along, not because they actually thought those things...
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O_____________O GREAT GALLOPING GUNGANS, WHAT WAS HAPPENING?!?!?! All Heath could do was stare in shock and horror as the word liar appeared on several of his classmates’ foreheads. Any other time, he might’ve felt relieved that he decided not to lie on his own form - a visible and most likely permanent mark like that would’ve put an end to his acting career for sure - but he couldn’t think of himself now. He was too distracted by the fact that there were a few students with no mouths, and Rosier Crucio’ed a student! He actually tortured a student!
Heath flinched, dropping his gaze. Unlike their new headmaster, he didn’t like seeing others in pain. If he forced himself to watch Kale on the floor, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t burst into tears, and that could not happen! He’d met enough bullies in his life to know that the first rule of dealing with one was to never let them see you break. He stood frozen in place, his jaw tightly clenched against any sound that threatened to escape. His arms were folded across his chest because that was the only thing stopping him from grabbing Claudine’s hand right now!
He was so focused on keeping up a (mostly) impassive facade that he almost didn’t hear the question, and Merlin, how he wished he hadn’t! He didn’t want to answer that! Doing so would be betraying his dad and grandparents who took care of him and accepted him the wizarding side of the family did not, but… What would happen to him if he didn’t? Somehow he suspected silence on this question would earn worse than an essay as punishment. What if Rosier tortured him too? What if he lost all patience entirely and started killing students next? Or worse, what if he decided to punish him by doing either of those things to Claudine? Surely his family would understand. They’d want him to do what he had to do to survive, right?
Then another thought occurred to Heath. Would that liar mark also appear on anyone who Rosier suspected didn’t believe what they were saying? Just in case, he’d better make his answer convincing! He thought back to the muggle children who bullied him in primary school, of the teachers who allowed it to happen without so much as batting an eye, and only when his anger had built did he raise his hand. “Historically, there are examples of muggles subjugating wizard children to the point that they’re too afraid to use magic, sometimes with catastrophic results. Ariana Dumbledore, Credence Barebone, Harry Potter - all examples of wizard children abused by muggles!”
He blinked as he finished speaking, shocked by the edge in his own voice. Had he really just said that out loud?
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Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...
Well. A lot of things were happening now. And her face hurt. Awful bad. She thought she had a cool new tattoo. Whether it was blood or ink was beyond her caring. She was too full of rage to care. "The problem with muggles, sir, is that they have learned to rely without magic, sir, and that is a good thing, sir, and you don't like muggles, so that is a bad thing. In your opinion, sir." No way was she going along with THIS nonsense. There was a reason she had lied on her form, and it wasn't because she thought she could get away with it. The headmaster knew full well that she was an outspoken muggle supporter. And since her chances of being subtle were dashed with this new tattoo, she decided to be honest here. "But speaking frankly, sir, your opinion is stupid, and since I'm being especially honest today, there is nothing wrong with muggles, the problem is you. I just thought I'd tell you the truth today." She pointed at her forehead. "I'm very sorry, sir, for not telling you how great I think muggles are. Or that I'm proud to be a muggle-born." Ash relaxed, waiting for the inevitable crucio curse. THis was going to be bad. At least it would show some of the kids here that this wasn't a joke, and hopefully they wouldn't follow in her footsteps.
....He ignored the girl for now. This answer was the sort that had him seeing red. For her safety, he shifted his gaze to the next student. This would be addressed in a moment.
SPOILER!!: Kingsley
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Originally Posted by NiallNIP
Quinn brought his hands to his forehead, crying out sharply as searing pain shocked his system. He sank to his knees, tears flowing as he tried to hold in his sobs (not very successfully). He wasn't crying just from the pain, but it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Why was this happening to him..?
When the pain subsided, Quinn stayed kneeling, the flow of tears steadily streaming. He didn't have the willpower to get up. He didn't even realize he had lied, he was just confused! And scared! He could hear the man talking from the floor. About Muggles. It was like the man was far away, though. Quinn was dissociating, and he could faintly feel the resistance to the man's words in his head, but right now he couldn't handle being... here. So his mind took him elsewhere.
The boy withering on the ground was ignored for the same reason. This trend was caring over from the previous term; him asking questions and some thinking they were exempt from answering. He would address this in a moment.
SPOILER!!: Bigger James
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Originally Posted by Cassirin
The man was an idiot if he thought she'd called him 'mister' as an accident, but Phoebe couldn't preen over that win after he removed her sister's MOUTH. HER MOUTH. And he was hurting students, carving words into their heads... it made her ill.
"My apologies, Headmaster. I didn't realize you had the qualifications and educational background to qualify for the title. I won't make that mistake again." Still completely polite, no sneer in sight, because honestly there was no way to express how utterly disgusted she felt with just a word or a glance or a sneeeeeer. She did sink down to press a handkerchief against the forehead of the first year cringing on the ground near her (Quinn).
She couldn't help him all, but she could help this one. And Kizzy would forgive her for not rushing to her side. "It's okay, bud. I have something in the Gryffindor dorm that will make this feel better. Just be... brave, I guess."
His jaw set as yet another student went without answering his question. They were testing him today, this was clear and they would not like the results.
SPOILER!!: Upstead
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Originally Posted by Felixir
What was there to do but stand and observe the happenings in the classroom with a kind of casual blankness masking their features. Nem wished they could say they were surprised at how many people had thought they would get away with lying - one of which was close enough to Nem that they got a decent close up look of the word 'LIAR' printed right across her head - how many people were trying Rosier's patience, or else simply could not contain themselves.
A bunch of Gryffindors.
Shocking.
And the consequences.
Who could have expected this. Golly gee whizz.
So yes. Nem only stood there through all of it, impassive, unmoved. Emotional detachment as a response to trauma? Keeping themselves to themselves and minding their own business in order to stay out of trouble? Cool indifference because of who they were as a person? Maybe they were even bewitched. They certainly weren't letting on.
The first move Nem made was in response to the question. They raised a hand, and spoke clearly on their turn. "It was because of them we were made to live in hiding, sir. Persecution of the magical community, witch trials. They live out in the open, and we were forced to hide, it was even our Ministry who made us do it, still try to make us, though we're the ones with the power and could put ourselves at the top. Muggles are weak. Boring. Pointless. The whole system needs subverting."
Whether they truly meant that, or whether it was part of some kind of strategy, was on a strictly need-to-know basis, and only one other person in this room strictly needed to know. Nem gave not outward sign that they'd said anything untoward, in terms of general sentiment; judging by their general demeanour they might have just listed the ways in which a werewolf differs from a wolf.
Bless, the saving grace in this class. Perhaps the only student with any sort of sense and the man could scarcely appreciate him because the others had rubbed his patience raw.
He gave a firm nod. "Correct. A brilliant and well thought out response. Take 10 points." Take 10 for not giving him an instant headache, for understanding the agenda, for not being a little snot.
SPOILER!!: Tilly
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Originally Posted by Bryn
Tears prickled in Eden's eyes when the new Headmaster's spell hit her, but she blinked them away. It only took a look at Ashley and Quinn (HE'd lied???) to know what he'd done to her. So much for playing it cool.
Should she be ashamed? Because she wasn't. She was ANGRY. In all capital letters, just like that. So instead of learning to defend herself, she was to stand here and be bullied by an elderly man with a god complex? Her whole body shook. He'd cast some nasty, mean spell on that one boy, and multiple students were missing their mouths - and Eden just knew she'd be on the receiving end of his curses again soon no matter what she did. AND HE MADE QUINN CRY AGAIN WHICH SHE REALLY COULD NOT STAND.
"I'm assuming YOU don't tolerate muggles because you cling to some kind of generationally INBRED idea of "pureblood supremacy" that made your ancestors feel like gods hundreds of years ago before muggles had so much as a LIGHTBULB." Bring on the pain. "And I'm proud of my blood AND my magic, too." She looked at Ash.
Though a vein was beginning to stick out at his forehead, he also ignored this one. It was for his sanity in the moment, and her safety.
SPOILER!!: Flamsteed
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Originally Posted by Samia
NO MOUTH?
Try and try he may but no words came out. Aries' hands flew to feel the skin where once his mouth used to be ---- but nothing. It was gone.
Eyes stinging, and feeling entirely helpless - because even though he wanted to use his wand on the man - he couldn't, he turned to look at Atlas as if asking him what to do. But how would Atlas know? This was not what they had ever imagined Hogwarts would be.
At least he was sharing this moment with his girlfriend.
Defeated for now, he turned to look at the horrible man again as he spoke. His question only making Aries feel sick in the stomach. But he could say nothing.
He could do nothing but continue staring at the man defiantly.
Speechless, just the way he liked it. He would address this in a moment, but for now he preferred the boy not speak based on other answers he'd gotten.
SPOILER!!: Grantham
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
Oh Merlin oh Merlin oh Merlin. Bernadette was going to pee her pants like that first year boy had done at the feast. This just went from bad to real bad. For all her talk of bravery! and vive la révolution! and whatever else Bernie at 22:00 last night had said... this Gryffindor wasn't saying much now.
In fact, she'd thrown both hands over her own mouth, partially to make sure it was still there and partially to cover the look of shock and horror she was now making. There were kids with no mouths. She didn't like Kinsay James and agreed that she spoke incessantly most of the time, but even she did not deserve that. Could that be undone?! What kind of spell was that?! Couldn't he have just... silencio'd them or something?! Even she was guilty of casting silencio on first years before, but this... this was the stuff of NIGHTMARES.
Plus, the LIARS! So many kids all had big ugly pimples on their foreheads spelling out the word LIAR now. How atrocious! How were they going to get those off?! Bernie just didn't KNOW what to do. She didn't even know the new Transfiguration professor's name!!!!! HOW COULD SHE HELP??!??!
She kept her hands over her mouth and sank into a half-squat/half-seated position on the floor. UM. NO, she was not answering that question. Because, all things considered, less than five years ago, Bernie had been a Muggle herself. She didn't understand what was wrong with that??? It was kind of... up to fate, right? To decide if you were a wizard or Muggle?
She didn't understand the question, so much as she'd written on her form, she wouldn't respond to it. She would, however, listen to everyone else, her blue eyes quite quite wide.
....wow, Nem. Bernadette blinked a few more times at that response, though her eyes were opened in a different way now.
Silent, that would change by the next response. He would see to that personally. To her credit, despite a mudblood, she did not offer an irritating and disrespectful response but that was as far as that went.
SPOILER!!: Turov
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Originally Posted by Waddles
Mamie's eyes widened as their fake headmaster wrote LIAR in big letters on some of her classmates' faces. Golly, was she relieved she was too much of a chicken to lie. She was more concerned, however, with the casual use of an unforgivable curse and the near-immediate removal of people's mouths. Kinsay and Emmerson, and those two first years she had met on the train! Frankly, it made her afraid to say anything at all.
She shuddered as the man started the lesson and asked a question that was...well, so biased. To her, it was like asking why the sky was green when...the sky was clearly not green. The sky was blue.
Still, she started to raise her hand. Ohhh, did she have an answer. Muggles had invented robots. Wizards didn't have robots. Her hand was barely higher than her shoulder, though, when she heard one of the other students give a scary answer and thought maybe she should not draw attention to herself.
She put her hand back down.
A brow rose when the girl's hand did, rising higher still when she put it back down. Perhaps she had heard some of the answers of her peers and thought better of earning herself his ire.
SPOILER!!: Phillips
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Originally Posted by LilFox06
Valencia nearly jumped seeing LIAR suddenly show up on people's heads. That... was unexpected... and looked... mildly uncomfortable. Or more than that, judging by the kid on the floor.
She swallowed. "I don't see how muggles are relevant to the dark arts." she said, her eyes flitting between her fellow students and the NOT!headmaster.
"That is still this class, isn't it?" Or did their so-called agenda alter that?
Either way, her grandparents were muggle and well regarded and absolutely brilliant. They were doctors and they saved her aunt's life when she was a kid and she would absolutely not say anything against them. She had too much pride in her family for that.
As for the consequences, she'd take whatever they threw at her. She hated to pull the family card, but her parents would definitely do something about anyone that hurt her (or worse).
Besides, the WORST thing had already happened -- her Outstanding NEWT scores were in danger and her entire future was already in the balance. Of course, she promised she wouldn't be so dramatic about her grades again, so she'd keep those thoughts to herself.
Yet another that was testing his patience. Did she not understand a takeover? Was a change in doctrine above her level of intellect? That was possible given she bothered to voice the opinion at all. Surely she knew she would be ignored. He did not answer to children.
SPOILER!!: Fuller
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Originally Posted by Charely Potter
Gross. Curtis could just about hear and see all that was happening and you know what he felt? Nothing. Some of them were acting like he did when he was younger, you know, challenging the adults because they liked to abuse their power. The very thing that irked him. He felt power should be used to your advantage but not just to show it off like that, that just invited a challenge.
A little kid was even crying here. Sorry kid, but tears won't help you. Curtis thought. He couldn't help thinking, why didn't he just off the ones that disobeyed. Did he want to invoke fear? Why start off small like this? Not that anyone should die, but this form of branding and removing mouths is weird. Just weird. This just incited others to band together against them later on. His eyes glanced over at the others. He remembered Aboli said they had to protect the little ones. Sigh.
There were ways people could help and Curtis had his own way... Assuming he felt like helping. "What's wrong is that Muggles can't do magic. Can it get any worse than that?" He was going to keep it simple. He personally couldn't imagine a life without magic and didn't want it any other way.
"That is a part of it, yes. Well done, Fuller." Mostly for having enough common sense to offer a response rather than play the dare game with the man who cared little for their well-being. The boy had truly matured.
SPOILER!!: Trent
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Originally Posted by pundantic
Oh. Huh. So that was what the Cruciatus Cruse felt like. Wowee, that was unpleasant. For all of the talking people did about that spell, the actual practical experience was waaaaay worse than he could have ever dreamed.
It was sort of easy to think in these terms, Kale decided, as his entire body was engulfed in the flames of pain. There was some pain that was so intense, so extreme that your brain just POPPED into the other room. As if it decided to gently remove itself from the current onslaught on trauma and horror.
Other things he observed as he W A I L E D in pain on the floor, writhing like his circuitry had malfunctioned, was that he was PROBS gonna be unconscious again. Soon. Second time in as many days. That had to be a record.
Oh. Hold on. The intensity of the pain was subsiding enough that he could hear his screams again. Cool. ‘Sup, classmates?
He lay on the floor, twitching from the aftershocks of agony, for a good while. Through the first question at least. Excuse the body, pls. It was gonna take a nap right here.
Surely he would resume regular learning as soon as he was able.
Xoxo Kale Trent
His eyes shipped right over the boy. He had never liked him. It felt good to do that. The fact it put the boy out was a bonus. He would not have to listen to him.
SPOILER!!: Whitlock
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Originally Posted by Tegz
If Flynn looked confused and also somewhat terrified, it was for good reason: he was both. He was also silent and not focusing too hard on what was happening to people he cared about (compartmentalising ftw) though he was wondering if he should be confessing that he had no idea who his maternal grandfather was and maybe they were a muggle, just in case somehow these people knew and he got in trouble for not disclosing it. He was still a halfblood regardless but did how big that half was matter to these people? Why had he never thought about this before? He spent a lot of time with muggles, compared to most people, because of the non-magical shows he had been in, but he had never thought about it. Even though the boys that had attacked him when he was (much) smaller had been muggles, it hadn't been a factor in how he processed it. They hadn't attacked him because they were muggles, they had attacked him.... for other reasons. The newspaper cuttings he privately collected about similar crimes, he hadn't really considered were mostly from muggle publications but it was true that most of those attacks were muggle perpetrators. Did that mean anything? He hadn't ever thought so.
Speaking of attacked, Flynn flinched every time someone got hit with something, but tried his best not to look, breathing shallowly and keeping his eyes fixed warily on Rosier instead. It didn't inspire him to speak up, he wasn't in any position to help anyone. He had to fight to keep associated memories from resurfacing, though even the worst spell from a wand was less triggering than what those (muggle) boys had managed toward his younger self with their feet and fists and cruel words.
So really, all he could do was focus on the questions, as shocking as they were, and answer honestly, hand going up with some slight wavering. " I-I don't know, sir, nobody has ever told me....... but maybe...... maybe its because since they don't have wands, they have to find other ways to be cruel and hurt people. Ways that you can't defend against if you're weak or young or small. " His voice tapered off to a whisper. Anyone that hurt others was bad in Flynn's eyes, like this interloper who had disguised himself as Kale's dad, but maybe there were a higher percentage of people like that in muggle society?
"That does have something to do with it, yes. Good thinking." By now his tone was dry, his patience having been run down by the boy's peers. He had seriously had enough of this lot.
SPOILER!!: Stover
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Originally Posted by Uncle Moose
He hadn't even been in class a minute. His eyes were on the Headmaster and then the Headmaster's eyes met his...."Agh...Arhgh!" Moose took a step backward as he felt the burning feeling in his forehead only grow. His wails of pain weren't the only ones in here. Someone was yelling in much sharper pain than those he could focus on. It almost sounded like they were dying. Rosier had clearly done something to a few of them. Some worse than others.
Moose took to one knee still holding his forehead trying to fight off the searing pain. Moose hated it. He gritted his teeth as gritting his teeth was what Moose knew how to best to hold off any anger, or in this case any form of emotion at all.
L I A R. He saw some others with the word Liar on their foreheads if they weren't holding them in pain same as he was. Dammit dammit dammit...
Dammit. All he wanted was to keep his parents safe. His eyes teared up as he attempted to stand his cheeks were stained in salty liquids.
He didn't bother answering him. His question was the worst possible question you could ask Moose. There was real anger and hate in his eyes all directed at him not taking his glare off the Headmaster. Unblinking as his teeth gritted to hold back the anger and now also the pain.
Another who thought questions were optional. He would address this momentarily--y'know, when he was done being tried by the class.
SPOILER!!: Ellerby
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Originally Posted by Anna Banana
Once the "Headmaster" started replying to them, Delilah instantly regretted saying anything to him at all. Maybe if she'd just ignored him, he'd ignore her, too. She doubted it, but couldn't she at least hope for good things at this point and time? She gulped and sat up straighter in her seat as she watched what happened to Ashley. A bit of anger boiled inside of her, and if she knew a spell or two, she'd cast it, even though she doubted she'd do much good.
She turned away just in time to see a squint in her direction. It made her feel like she'd placed on a slide under a microscope, and the man was trying to figure her out. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath, but after he said good morning and didn't cast a jolt if searing pain through her, she started breathing once again.
But what had just happened to Kinsay James?! Was her...mouth gone?! They were all going to die before this was over, weren't they? She was panicking again, and she knew it, but could she be blamed?! She tried to block out whatever else happened after that. She couldn't stand to see anything else be done. She jumped and gave him her attention again once the doors slammed shut.
Delilah had no idea what to say to the first question. First of all, she'd literally just learned what the word muggle meant. She'd asked somebody in the common room after the feast was over. She squirmed in her seat a second time. She had no idea what to say, and if she did, she didn't want to speak up at all.
'Ignore and You Shall Be Ignored, Too' was her new motto.
Ignoring was the exact wrong thing to do. Once again the Headmaster squinted at the girl, though for an entirely different reason. This children were really trying him today, huh?
SPOILER!!: Whittle
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Originally Posted by MaisieTheMagical
Every muscle in her body felt as though it may snap in half without notice. Delaney sat rigidly in her seat, her back had never been so straight in her life. She focused on taking slow and calculated breaths as she avoided all eye contact with Rosier. And she was forever thankful that her body had refrained from jumping as the classroom doors were slammed shut. But she could not prevent the bile from rising in her throat as students around her started yelping in pain and others started to loose valuable facial features. Swallow. Swallow. Swallow.
What makes muggles so bad?
Delaney could not stop her mind from immediately jumping to her step-father. Muggles like him stole people like her mother away from their family. He tore them apart. He made Delaney move across the country to a stupid little town in the middle of no where away from all her friends and her brother and her father. Of course that wasn’t actually true but to an eleven year old many things she understood to be true were far from the truth.
But Delaney knew better than to voice these thoughts. She decided for now it might just be best to keep her mouth shut.
The continued silence of many was beginning to wear his patience thin. It would be one of the first things he addressed when this was over. It would not continue.
SPOILER!!: Thing 2
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
The humiliation felt insurmountable. It was like—and that’s when she heard someone else jump to her defense. Half expecting it to be Emm, Kinsay turned in surprise to look at one of the twins. Standing together, it was difficult to know which one was which, but this one was Aries. That much she could deduce because he was the one who knew her name. Kiz gave him a look of UTMOST appreciation, her eyes sparkling in thanks.
A similar look was given to her BEST FRIEND, Emmerson Cambridge, who joined in next. Kiz even opened her mouth to agree with her friend’s words, but whatever she said went…. unheard.
HELLO????? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME???? WHERE IS MY VOICE?????
Kizzy looked around with wide eyes and PANIC. First her eyes fell upon Mavis’ poor brother, withering on the floor. Next, she saw Emm and Kinsay’s eyes just about doubled.
Where was her mouth??????? She reached up to her own face, feeling around for where her mouth would be and just like Emm’s (and Aries’), her mouth was gone too.
The fear she felt after seeing Kale tortured in the middle of class was enough to get her to shut up, but uh….. She didn’t really have much of a choice anyway. She couldn't even answer the question!! (It wasn't a good question anyway). She did try to make eye contact with Aries’ though to wordlessly apologize if she could. It was her fault they were mouthless. Everything was awful.
A quiet Kinsay James was a great Kinsay James. Aggravated as he was by the general lack of responses, he could let this happen for a little.
SPOILER!!: Yoon
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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi
The scowl and grunt he received definitely weren't pleasant but he took it over getting hit with some kind of spell on the forehead any day. Minjae turned to look at the nearest kid who was writhing in agony and although he didn't know what they were feeling he could tell that the curse spelling Liar on their forehead was burning painfully.
And Minjae took a deep calming breath as his wand hand began to twitch, eager to reach for it but again he didn't. Perhaps it was the fact that he was seventeen years old and practically an adult now that he didn't dare go against him. That his brain knew about the consequences far faster than those younger.
At the first set of questions, Minjae tried to look impassive as he began to humiliate his heritage side. But the words still hurt. He was just not going to give the "Headmaster" the pleasure that his words were getting to him. Minjae did feel a sense of pride when Ash dared to call the man out but it also elevated his anxious state he was still trying to mask.
A mask that broke when Nemesis spoke and his right hand that had been twitching earlier was now fully clenched. Every part in him told him to walk over and punch them square in the face for talking like that about muggles and therefore his parents as well. Minjae had already taken one step but then stopped and turned back around to face the front.
He was not going to be an example of how bad "muggles" could be.
As for the question, the Hufflepuff didn't bother to answer.
No answer yet the boy possessed a mouth. Alright. Sure. They were definitely working for it today, weren't they?
SPOILER!!: Myles
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Originally Posted by iekenstein
Cal sighed the smallest breath of relief when Cassie stood next to him, and shuffled ever so slightly closer to her. Not that it would help if Scary Headmaster wanted to hurt any of them, but if felt the tiniest bit better to be close to his only friend at Hogwarts so far.
He could only stare in horror as the Scary Headmaster ATTACKED a couple of the kids and he saw the words LIAR appear on their forehead. This wasn't allowed was it??????? He covered his mouth to keep quiet when the older Gryffindor boy fell to the floor writhing in agony, feeling tears of anger but mostly fear sting at his eyes.
But the question Scary Headmaster asked them was what made him want to disappear even more than he had already wanted to. Muggles weren't a stain on society. His own granda was a muggle and he gave the BEST hugs and made him tea when he was sick and mammy had to go to work and they sometimes watched the hurling together and and and...he would keep quiet about all of those things and would definitely not be like the other kids shouting answers back. Cal shot a look towards some of the kids telling the Scary Headmaster just what was wrong with muggles, making a mental note to not ever ever be their friends.
Whether the Scary Headmaster liked it or not, Cathal was going to keep quiet and pretend to be anywhere but here.
Silence. Silence was quickly becoming the man's trigger for the morning. So many considered his questions optional. He would have to remedy that.
SPOILER!!: Connolly
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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch
Did Isabella hear right, had Headmaster Rosier greeted her less harshly than some others? This was worrisome to the young girl and it definitely didn’t make her feel better. It only brought up questions and more questions. What was different about her? Would the other students gossip about it later? Would she be hated?
Isabella sat very still in her seat as she heard how students around her started to yelp out in pain and she even saw how some started to lose their mouths. Was this how they were supposed to learn DADA with an invisible wand held over their heads to cause pain and terror if they said the wrong things. Scared now, Bella bit her lip as she raised her hand slightly to answer shortly, not making eye contact with anyone near her. "Many muggles are afraid of the wonderous thing that is called magic." That was what someone had said on the wireless broadcast sometime ago. She immediatley regretted answering, but she did not want to cross Headmaster Rosier.
"Correct." Not the whole answer but it was a part of the answer. It was no surprise to him that a pureblood would be one of the ones stating the obvious. The girl would do well to keep it up.
SPOILER!!: Flamsteed
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Creating just a little bit more distance between himself and Kale Trent, whose name he could now remember, Atlas' eyes darted back to Rosier who was glaring him down...and he felt very much like a small mouse that a cat was about to prey upon. And then two things happened at once, the first was Kale Trent was on the ground.
Again.
Only this time instead of looking dead he looked like he wished he were so. Just like the night before when Adam Luck had been splayed out on the floor and looking like a worm through into a frying pan, Kale now writhed and screamed in agony. And once again...Atlas could not look away. He could only stare, frozen in time and space, while his body was seized and flooded with crippling fear...and then so were his trousers.
Again.
Warm moisture spreading around and down his leg, it was only the tip of the iceberg for the horror of the lesson as he felt like something had suddenly slapped him across the face. Unaware of what the effect was, his own eyes finally tore away from the fallen older lion (who he hoped he had not seen die...again) and found those of his brother's...and before he could even attempt to speak he saw that Aries had no mouth. Not just his brother...but others...and not just mouths removed, but brandings across their foreheads.
He wanted to scream. But he couldn't.
And Aries was holding out in not telling him about having a girlfriend already and he was going to be proper cross when he did learn!
He saw his new friend, Quinn, crying and Atlas felt a rage boiling up inside him. But also...he was too much of a coward still to act on such impulses, so he stuck close to his brother who...well...since he couldn't TELL him what had happened...maybe he could SMELL it at the very least.
Aries needed to tell HIM what to do this time, because Atlas was out of ideas.
And also...out of words. Not that he wanted to answer this question anyway. In fact, he shut his eyes tight as a preemptive measure to NOT see how Rosier reacted to some of the responses. He...he couldn't handle seeing another Cruciatus Cruse.
...nor could his wardrobe. He was out of trousers.
Disgusting.
Lucien flicked a wand to clean the boy up and get the area dry. He would not spend the morning in a room full of pee. "That will be the last time you do that in my classroom." He warned darkly. The only warning Flamsteed would be getting.
SPOILER!!: Summers
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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow
Catherine. They hadn’t spoken in a while and Cecelia wasn’t even sure if the brunette wanted to be her friend anymore, but she’d chosen to stand beside her and that provided Cece more comfort than she could possible imagine. She’d needed it, especially when Kale crumpled to the ground, his body writhing in pain. ”NO!” She’d called out, only to clap a hand over her mouth. A mouth she still had unlike so many others. She couldn’t help them. She couldn’t stop Kale or his pain. She was frozen, rooted to the spot, her eyes growing glassy. And then Rosier’s questions...A fresh wave of panic washed over her then and she reached for Catherine’s hand. She wasn’t answering that. She couldn’t possibly talk around the lump in her throat even if she wanted to.
How she thought it acceptable to voice her concern over Trent but not to answer his question was beyond him. These children were testing his patients in dangerous ways and they didn't even know it.
SPOILER!!: Cambridge
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
It never occurred to Emmerson to lie on the form. If he was the Headmaster, he sat in the office with all the records. If he sat with all the records, he already knew who her parents were and where they worked and probably any allergies she had. The only thing likely "new" would've been that...muggle upliftment nonsense and while she wasn't sure EXACTLY what it mean, it had the word "muggle" in it. By and large, Cambridge did not care for muggles.
Seeing those who did lie getting branded, she almost wanted to say it served them right. Headmaster Rosier warned them. Was she the only one who heard the word "disposable" the night before??? Even if he didn't have records, if they lied and he had the wrong info then they died, no one would find them because they wouldn't match their real info. SHE wanted to be found, thanks.
But also also, um....seeing the cruciatus curse used on Kale was REALLY all this 12-year-old needed as a warning. If Kizzy tried saying anything else, she'd clamp her mouth shut HERSELF.
Except now Kizzy couldn't speak at her. Having been looking in her bestfriend's direction, she watched in abject horror as Kinsay James lost her mouth. There was no time to react. Her own mouth began to feel awful funny and by the time she reached a hand up IT WAS GONE.
The world as she knew it was absolutely falling into chaos and her classmates weren't making it any better by outright CHALLENGING the man who obviously didn't like them. WHY WERE THEY TRYING TO MAKE LIFE HARD FOR EVERYONE ELSE????
She looked about herself helplessly. Unable to talk, she couldn't respond but she was doing her VERY BEST to keep any defiance out of her eyes, lest she be considered in cahoots with Ashley Fox, the Ravenclaw with the perpetual death wish.
Mirror his thoughts regarding James, a silent Cambridge was also a good Cambridge. Lucien was tempted to leave her this way.
SPOILER!!: Donovan
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Originally Posted by Kolyander
Blue eyes shifted from the Not Headmaster and onto her friend as he came to stand next to her. A barely there nod of her head was given as a greeting to Tadhg. They could talk later.
The slam of the classroom door was enough to snap anyone into attention and it's effects were the same on her. Lia gave a small start in the form of a slight jump, her eyes quickly returning to where Rosier stood. Was that really necessary?
Clearly the mean angry man thought so. The events from last night no longer seemed so terrible as chaos already ensued around her. Not even two minutes into the lesson an- and..
Lia wanted to cry herself as she looked around. Some of her peers had the word LIAR on their foreheads in big letters and were on their knees crying in pain. Others had no mouths. No. MOUTHS! And the use of an Unforgiveable. On a student! This man wasn't a Headmaster, impostor or not. He was a MONSTER! As much as she wanted to move to comfort her housemates and the others her own fear kept her in place.
Why was this being allowed to happen? What had any of them done that was so wrong? Seeing all of this around her made it difficult to focus let alone answer any questions.
More silence. Brilliant. He couldn't wait to address this issue. It would not continue if he had anything to say about it.
SPOILER!!: Blaze
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
SPOILER!!: Prior to the start of the lesson
Claudine eyed Curtis. She had expected him to give Rosier some sass and actually felt a brief moment of fear for her friend at the thought. Even though she was relieved everything went smoothly, at least on Curtis’ end, she reminded herself that the lesson had a long way to go; there was plenty of time for Curtis-sass. The fifth year gave him a small, tense smile. Tense because there was a certain amount of dread that came with this lesson since Rosier was the one teaching. Recognising the little guy from the Post Office {Quinn}, she sent him a nod. There would have actually been a proper greeting but hey. They weren’t allowed to speak unnecessarily. As for the outbursts in Kinsay’s defense? Well, Claudine had nothing against the girl and since this situation did not involve her, she did what she did best and kept her mouth shut. Shoe throwing incidents? There would be no involvement from her. Heath though… Claudine hated to see him looking that way, and she wanted to reach out to squeeze his hand in comfort. She might have had it not been for Rosier. Instead, she settled for giving him a warm smile usually reserved for him. Oh, hello there, Lilith. Claudine gave her a quick wiggle of the fingers which was supposed to be a wave.
Now that things had gotten started, the girl’s eyes grew wide with horror as she watched all the happenings. She was appalled to see the word ‘Liar’ on some of her classmates’ foreheads, and she instantly had the suspicion that the word would be difficult to remove, if it could be removed at all. But worst? It was the mouths of others disappearing. Terror welled up in her and without realising it, she moved closer to Heath. She eyes poor Quinn on the ground in concern but at least he was taken care of.
The question was barely heard but when answers started to pore in, she got the gist of it. Truthfully, she hadn’t cared much about Muggles before. There were no hard feelings against them, they simply existed in another world to her. But since dating Heath, she had interacted a lot more with Muggles and well… they were great people. Claudine knew that not all Muggles were this way but still… how was it their fault if they were born without magical abilities? Surprisingly, she actually found her voice to speak up. “What Curtis said. That’s all that’s wrong.” A disgusted look was tossed at Nem. Was that even a genuine answer or were they not looking to get on Rosier’s bad side?
"That is not all that is wrong. Surely you are capable of deeper thought than that." Or perhaps she wasn't. Disappointing for a pureblood.
SPOILER!!: O'Neill
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Originally Posted by Granger Danger
What was up with this guy and having to make such a 'grand' entrance? Anyone could see his melty face form miles away, there was no need to make a huge scene. He rolled his eyes at the dramatic entrance, what was that suppose to do make them behave more?
His eyes widened seeing his fellow classmates have LIAR across their foreheads and their motuhs, on theie mouths! His blue eyes looked at the so called 'Headmaster' and then Kale on the floor and looked back up. This man was a MONSTER it was clear by what he was doing. Where ever he came from he can go back, he wasn't cool or nice. He didn't know Headmaster Trent yet, but he wasn't as bad as their so called 'Headmaster' here.
Not even bothering to raise his hand. " There's nothing wrong with muggles or Muggleborns sir, the problem is YOU and your stupid gang, half this school is Half bloods or less and one of the greatest witch in history was Muggle born Hermione Granger!" He didn't care what happened to him, this was all stupid and nonsense.
Another who thought it was wise to insult the man who was in charge. How stupid were these children? Truly. For now, he ignored him, as he did all the other idiots.
SPOILER!!: Sinclair
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Originally Posted by Fireheart
Oh, Merlin. This term was going to be even worse than she imagined. Avalon had to clench her teeth to keep her jaw from dropping at everything happening—from the mouths disappearing to the "liar" marks on the foreheads to poor Kale Trent being tortured. She had to look away from that last one. She had never seen the Crucio curse on a real person before, and it was incredibly difficult to watch.
And then there was the matter of whether or not she was going to answer Rosier's question. Avalon didn't hate Muggles at all. Merlin, her grandparents were Muggles, and they were lovely people. Some of her best friends were Muggleborn. And there are so many Muggles that were smart and kind. She never understood the elitist attitude that so many wizards adopted.
Avalon found herself halfheartedly wishing that she had been hit with that mouth-disappearing curse like Kinsay. Then she'd at least have an excuse not to answer. But if she did answer, she'd have to come up with some lie about why she hated Muggles, and she didn't want her classmates thinking she was siding with the Neo-Alliance. Then again, not answering would surely result in some sort of punishment. This man was not playing around. The "liar" etchings (which Avalon figured would scar for quite a long time) said as much.
One thing was certain: she wasn't stupid enough to talk back to the new headmaster like so many of her foolish classmates were doing. Why did so many of her classmates have a death wish?
All these thoughts raced through her mind as she weighed her options. A part of her wondered if she should just try to go along with it as much as possible to get on the Neo-Alliance's good side. Then, she could get information about them and their plans and try to spot weaknesses in them. A double agent, of sorts. But doing that would require betraying her friends. She wasn't sure if she was ready to do that. At least not yet.
So for now, the Ravenclaw remained quiet, although she had a sinking feeling that her silence would result in some sort of torture.
Quiet was not good. Quiet got her a glare. As a returning student, she should know how he felt about unanswered questions. He expected better.
SPOILER!!: Bracken
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Originally Posted by oh its Erik ok
Well, this was certainly an um..., interesting is far too light of a word. chaotic...maybe. Let's go with that, of a lesson already. Guess it was smart not to lie on form even though Amabel had nothing to lie about since she was a pureblood. Anyway, poor Kinsay and well poor Moose and well everyone. Amabel was just quietly sitting and listening to the guess Headmaster would be safest to call him as. which is basically the route she is going to go stay out of any trouble she can even if it means answering a question.
Though....seemingly everyone didn't want to be smart and was giving the answer Headmaster did not want to hear. This won't end well. Does everyone want what happened to that Gryffindor to happen to them??? It also seemed like Headmaster enjoyed it so good luck everyone. Semed her answer was said by that older slytherin..which was simple and to the point. With her hand raised guess she should answer.
"Can't do any magic like said"
And yeah probably the last thing Amabel will say in the class since he was probably going to share why they should not be tolerated and why they are wrong bad etc.
He nodded, openly unimpressed. "Yes, no magic. That isn't all." But at least the girl answered without the open invitation to kill her tacked on.
SPOILER!!: Crane
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Originally Posted by Deezerz
A student was Crucio’ed. A student. Lilith watched in horror. How...was this allowed?! Her baby blue eyes fought the threat of tears. Fear started to root inside her. Breathing and making sure her shoulders and back remained straight, she clasped her hands tightly behind her back. She may be terrified, but she was far from showing it.
Then Nem said something that made her blood boil. Say what about muggles? She wasn’t sure if her hands trembled due to fear or anger. Maybe that was their disguise. To comply with this man.
Did she have a choice to respond? She could just stand here and stare daggers at Rosier. Was that a choice? She didn’t think so. “Muggles are able to get things done without magic. They are able to expand and live freely without having to hide.” An after thought came. A genuine one. Lilith wondered if Rosier would be able to answer it. “I have a genuine question, Sir,” she started, just so he knew she wasn’t going to mock him or anything like that. “Who came first, the muggle or the wizard?”
Meep.
Ignored.
As with her classmates, he chose not to let his pressure rise in response to her. He would handle them all shortly.
SPOILER!!: Mordaunt
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Originally Posted by Hey Ju
Catherine's eye went back and forth as many students cried out in pain, some falling to their knees, holding their foreheads. Her heart started to race as it took her a while to realise what it was that was happening. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw some young ones without their mouths - how utterly disturbing - and she eventually noticed the ones who cried in pain had the same word on their foreheads. She held her breath, relieved she hadn't lied in her form, even though she hadn't explicitly told they entire truth. She hadn't lied either, at least, so she was spared that horrible pain and shame.
As Cecelia herself yelled, Catherine's eyes widened, but she noticed the blonde had covered her mouth, not her forehead. She realised she had yelled because of Trent, who was being tortured. Merlin, that was some horrible screaming. No wonder it was considered a Unforgivable Curse... She couldn't help but watch.
Their 'new' professor then continue to address them. Catherine kept taking deep, slow breaths to try and keep as calm as she could, but she couldn't bring herself to look directly at him anymore, especially when he started asking his first questions. After all this time, the Wizarding world had gone back to this? And those kids being so utterly, utterly stupid giving those defiant answers! Merlin, did they not know what was about to happen to them if they continued that?? She wished they would shut up for their own good.
There were tears in the Ravenclaw's eyes by the time Cecelia reached for her hand, and she squeezed it tight without taking her eyes off the Gryffindor boy, who was still lying on the floor. Although she felt bad for him, she wasn't going to let Cecelia go to his rescue if she tried, lest the blonde end up in the same state.
Honestly, Catherine never considered Muggles bad. Unfortunate, yes, because they had to live without magic and all its usefulness, but not bad. She herself had Muggle acquaintances from her primary school and they were alright, although she was pretty indifferent about most of them. If she was the type to speak and provide answers, she would've gone along the lines of that one kid who said that what was wrong with Muggles was the fact they couldn't do magic. Because, in a way, that was true, hence their being unfortunate in the first place. But Catherine, as usual once again, remained quiet. The tears had disappeared from her eyes already, but she kept her gaze on the floor.
While he was used to her silence, at the moment it only aided his aggravation. These children had worn him thin with their defiance and silence and the lesson has only barely begun.
SPOILER!!: Blackthorne
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Originally Posted by MadAlice
Violet had had to run to make it into the classroom just before the doors slammed shut, but she'd managed it. She'd also managed an entirely believable sucking-up tone when she'd greeted the new "headmaster" and taken her place. Having a fraudster for a father was proving more useful than she'd ever imagined--how many times had she watched his insincere flattery to his marks, ah, clients. She'd hated that insincerity, but she'd observed it enough to be able to do it pretty well herself now, and it was definitely going to come in handy.
As the Headmaster started the class, Violet gasped as the red letters appeared on some classmates' foreheads--she was never so glad as she was now that she had decided not to try to lie on that form. Which wasn't the same as telling the whole truth. Then the question--what in the world?!? How were they going to answer that without getting into to trouble or looking like a total git. And not answering at all would probably make him mad. She tried to think of something that was true that she could say, then it hit her, and she raised her hand.
"Well, sir, even though they lack magic, there are a lot more Muggles than there are wizards, so they might pose a threat to us." There, that was true, and respectful--and he wouldn't like the word 'threat' at all.
"They do pose a threat. Take 5 points." Someone else who got it. He was beginning to lose hope with these brats.
SPOILER!!: Nam
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Originally Posted by Watson
Noah's hand flew to his forehead after the man's harsh words as it almost felt like it was burning. His eyes widened when he felt something on his forehead. What exactly was that? His eyes did not stay wide for long as he felt the pain worsen. It grew sharper as if he had a migraine.
As his eyes scanned the room, he saw other students who had raised hands to their foreheads. LIAR. Was this what he got for lying on the form? Branded?
Worst of all was when he saw young Kale's treatment. This was... He clenched his jaw, balling his hands at his side. Right now he didn't care about the own pain he was in. He really just wanted to throw the balled fist at a certain someone but... If lying on a form caused you to be branded. What would happen if you disagreed with their new Headmaster? Probably something worse. If the Headmaster wasn't afraid to torture a student... what else would he do?
Noah particularly didn't want to find out. He remained silent in class.
Silence silence silence. He really would have to address this before it drove him near madness.
SPOILER!!: Adara-Stark
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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising
Apollo had been excited to learn magic, particularly defense against the dark arts as early as day one. But the moment he had entered the classroom and seen the words on the board, he didn't want to be there anymore. And especially at the comments and the branding certain peers had received on their foreheads. He was grateful that his blood status technically wasn't a lie. How did one decide purity anyway? Was there not technically a true pureblood alive today? The fact that all his grandparents were magic, made him more pure than some of peers, sure. But that didn't mean he was better than them. He was also ninety percent sure that everyone had a muggle or muggleborn in their family line somewhere. Even Rosier.
Standing beside Bella, he listened to everyone's outbursts and defiance. What was wrong with muggles? Uhhh ...... this was a trick question and one that Apollo would prefer to not answer, thank you very much. But he did agree with that Hufflepuff kid saying that they had to find alternative ways to besides wands to be cruel and hurt people. Classy.
...Right.
Definitely addressing the prevalence of silence after he spoke. It would not be allowed to continue.
SPOILER!!: Grimm
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Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl
Her attempt to help hadn't done anything useful at all. Logically, thinking on it now, of course it wouldn't. But even so the realization was a little crushing.
Ivy felt rooted to the spot, unable to tear her eyes away from Kale writhing in agony on the floor. But then the Not!Headmaster's words to her jolted her from her frozen state enough to mumble a quiet, "Yes, sir," and then her feet took her to the nearest spot among the rest of the students to stand, putting her wand away for now.
Even if she had been a little bit tired before, she was wide awake now.
It was then she also finally noticed the words on some of her classmates' foreheads and a few like Kinsay and Emmerson who...whose mouths were just gone. What...?
How long was it going to be like this? These horrible people treating them like this and spewing horrible things about Muggles like the Not!Headmaster was doing right now... They would be defeated and Hogwarts would be rescued soon, right?
Ivy wasn't particularly confident in that thought, but for now she wanted to cling to that hope, however small it was. Especially with how her stomach was tying itself into knots again when Ashley and Eden and a few others were recklessly rising to the bait.
But what was the point? Arguing with him accomplished nothing right now. He didn't actually care about them or their thoughts.
So Ivy wasn't going to dignify his words or his questions with a response. Muggles were not a stain and there was nothing wrong with them. They weren't bad just because they couldn't do magic.
And the ones that were saying bad things about them... She hoped it was just because they were trying to tell him what he wanted to hear and try to move the class along, not because they actually thought those things...
Yep, definitely addressing the silence. At this point, it was an absolute must.
SPOILER!!: Jones
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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy
O_____________O GREAT GALLOPING GUNGANS, WHAT WAS HAPPENING?!?!?! All Heath could do was stare in shock and horror as the word liar appeared on several of his classmates’ foreheads. Any other time, he might’ve felt relieved that he decided not to lie on his own form - a visible and most likely permanent mark like that would’ve put an end to his acting career for sure - but he couldn’t think of himself now. He was too distracted by the fact that there were a few students with no mouths, and Rosier Crucio’ed a student! He actually tortured a student!
Heath flinched, dropping his gaze. Unlike their new headmaster, he didn’t like seeing others in pain. If he forced himself to watch Kale on the floor, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t burst into tears, and that could not happen! He’d met enough bullies in his life to know that the first rule of dealing with one was to never let them see you break. He stood frozen in place, his jaw tightly clenched against any sound that threatened to escape. His arms were folded across his chest because that was the only thing stopping him from grabbing Claudine’s hand right now!
He was so focused on keeping up a (mostly) impassive facade that he almost didn’t hear the question, and Merlin, how he wished he hadn’t! He didn’t want to answer that! Doing so would be betraying his dad and grandparents who took care of him and accepted him the wizarding side of the family did not, but… What would happen to him if he didn’t? Somehow he suspected silence on this question would earn worse than an essay as punishment. What if Rosier tortured him too? What if he lost all patience entirely and started killing students next? Or worse, what if he decided to punish him by doing either of those things to Claudine? Surely his family would understand. They’d want him to do what he had to do to survive, right?
Then another thought occurred to Heath. Would that liar mark also appear on anyone who Rosier suspected didn’t believe what they were saying? Just in case, he’d better make his answer convincing! He thought back to the muggle children who bullied him in primary school, of the teachers who allowed it to happen without so much as batting an eye, and only when his anger had built did he raise his hand. “Historically, there are examples of muggles subjugating wizard children to the point that they’re too afraid to use magic, sometimes with catastrophic results. Ariana Dumbledore, Credence Barebone, Harry Potter - all examples of wizard children abused by muggles!”
He blinked as he finished speaking, shocked by the edge in his own voice. Had he really just said that out loud?
"Exactly. They are clearly a danger to our kind." And it was good of Heath to bring that up. "5 points."
"Wow." The man swore without reservation. He moved a hand through his smooth, well groomed hair. For a moment he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to gather his self control as best he could.
"This isn't working. I've tried--Merlin knows I have." His tone was strained, betraying the self control he was working so hard to maintain. With much determination, he walked over to Fox. The man grabbed the Second Year roughly by the hair, yanking her head back and placing the tip of his wand beneath her chin. He pressed it into the skin by her neck, keeping the fistful of hair he'd grabbed firmly in place.
"I have reasoned with you. I have explained the situation. I have explained this is not a joke. Nothing is working, so we'll do this my way. You will speak to me with respect--or at the very least like you have some desire to live. You will answer when I ask you questions. I am not talking to the walls. You will stop to think. You're supposedly smart children, you must surely realise the answers I'm looking for, yet you continue to test my patience. It's time you all started acting like you had some bloody sense--as some of your classmates are already doing. Dig deep and find the answer to my next question or I'm sending Fox on a one way trip to the after life, painfully. THIS is how we will move forward. If you will not consider your own well being, perhaps you will care more for that of your peers. You have used up all your chances and I will tolerate no more of your nonsense."
These children, thinking they could talk to him anyhow they felt. Stupid, was he? Who did they think they were. Who did they think HE was? He should kill her anyway.
"There footprint/mark on the world is equally abhorrent." Still on the topic of muggles. " It has no place in wizarding society. How do we take care of this problem? THINK and ANSWER. If you don't have a mouth, write your answer on parchment for me to see but everyone will respond."
Enough was enough. HE was in charge and if they would not listen to words, he would start taking proper action. The man's hand tightened further as he looked around at the lot of them, patiently waiting for their answers--he expected one from Fox as well if she knew what was good for her.
OOC: Moving on to the second question and juuuuust a reminder guys...this is....the leader of a cult. The man who has said several times that these children are disposable. Realistically, he would have offed several of them already. I don't understand where their self preservation has gone But seriously guys, this is fair warning, as Lucien has given plenty. He WON'T tolerate any and every sort of talking to and I believe he's said it enough. Anymore and he starts feeling like a joke or a hollow threat. Some of your kids are seriously poking the bear. I'll be moving us to the activity in 24-28 hrs.
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But seriously guys, this is fair warning, as Lucien has given plenty. He WON'T tolerate any and every sort of talking to and I believe he's said it enough. Anymore and he starts feeling like a joke or a hollow threat. Some of your kids are seriously poking the bear. I'll be moving us to the activity in 24-28 hrs. 
