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It was yet another day at Hogwarts - and Gabi was doing her best to keep things as normal as possible. After that disastrous field trip, being threatened by Rosier, and the rumors of what had happened during one of Rosier's latest lessons - well, Gabi hadn't exactly stopped TRYING with her appearance but she looked...dull. No lipstick. Hair was limp. Eyes had puffy circles underneath them. Gabi from twenty years ago would be extremely disappointed in her.
The show must go on, though. Gabi had actually planned this lesson years ago - and with everything going on, she knew she'd be able to work a few throwaway lines in that would help convince Rosier that she was still on the side of the Alliance. She couldn't allow these children to lose their healer. She simply couldn't.
"Come on in...muggleborns, please sit on the right side of the room so I can watch you carefully. Everyone else, left side," she instructed. Not that it really mattered - she wasn't going to do anything different in her lesson based on their blood status. She never did, despite separating them.
On the board behind her was the following message:
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The Life and Times of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
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You heard the lady. Grab a seat, take out your note-taking materials, and wait for class to begin!
Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
You can't blame Will for suddenly feeling like rushing his work was the best course of action. The commotion Nemesis was causing and the back and forth they were having with Professor Recard had the poor Slytherin scared that the Hoods would come in and suddenly take control of the class. Possibly attack Nemesis, or the Professor, or maybe even him just because of his blood status.
He grabbed some Yellow construction paper and hastily just cut two circles and one triangle out He drew just a few quick things on them then quickly in red wrote out a single word on the hat.
He rushed over to Professor Recard's desk. Didn't even speak to her because he didn't want to incur her wrath. Scared William was scared and didn't want to be in History of Magic any longer. Just about anything could set off the sorry excuse of a Hogwarts pupil now. He put his Hat drawing on her desk then moved back to his desk and put his head down.
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Kinsay knew they were supposed to be coloring their hats. She knew they were. But there was so much happening around her and it was way more interesting than the history lesson. So instead of working on her hat, her eyes went back and forth between Professor Recard and Nemesis Upstead. Mouth agape and eyes WIDE.
"What can we expect from a teacher who can't protect her students, or her colleagues."
Kinsay GASPED!
... AUDIBLY!!!!
You can't say those things to a Professor! Didn't Nem KNOW? She looked over in their direction for a few more seconds before turning back to face the front of the room again, just in time to hear Professor Recard ask if anyone had anything else to contribute to the conversation. Feeling a little bad for her (and hoping that it'd make her a liiiiittle less angry) (angry was scary) (Kizzy did not like angry), Kinsay raised her hand. "I don't think you're doing a bad job, Professor. I think you're just trying your best." Because hearing these words from a thirteen year old would obviously fix everything.
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Not in the general sense at least; they were always ready to come back for more. Even when the dull roar of the world was muted right down, they were still ready. Right now though, they'd said they were done, and meant it. Nem took the detention pronouncement - first ever - in silence, didn't even look around this time, at Recard nor at anyone else. They took note of that mutter, though, the one just loud enough for her voice to be more on the familiar side of vague. Nem couldn't be sure of exactly what she'd said, but the tone itself was sufficient.
This had all worked out decently enough. Not bad, they supposed, given the situation. Maybe eventually something they'd be able to appreciate, but it seemed stupid to expect so much at this point.
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Claudine was blanking now. Artist’s block, maybe? Was that even a thing? Anyway. The fact was that she couldn’t decide what to do for the last bit of the hat. She sat there, lost in thought, with the eraser bit of her pencil poking at her cheek. What lastly defined her was the fact that she was an artist. Hmmm. She had an idea.
With her pencil, the Snakette began drawing a series of artist related items: an easel, pencils, a paintbrush. Perfect. Once all her drawings were coloured, a black pencil was used to colour the background of the hat. As for that star? It was filled in with shiny red and orange glitter. Half of the star was red, half was orange. That represented fire. Fire = Blaze.
Claudine couldn’t help but admire her work. Creating the hat had really eased her mind to the point where the anger at the School’s situation and annoyance with Reccard had faded.
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Merlin, it was exhausting watching and listening to Nem and the professor get into an argument. Honestly, did they really have the energy for that? Apparently. It baffled her. Though Nem didn't have to deal with the dreary, exhausting and gross life in the tiny, dank room that she and the others were locked in, so they probably got plenty of sleep at night because they apparently were on Rosier's side and was EVIL or just a ROBOT.
Whatever.
Louise realized after a while that she had just been listening to the argument and zoning out afterwards and hadn't actually done anything with her hat. A hat? Really? That was the assignment? It felt childish and pointless and she didn't want to do it. So... she didn't.
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Heath had never been more glad to return to his seat! This conversation hit way too close to home for him, and he knew he wouldn’t have been able to keep his emotions in check long enough to offer a rebuttal, had it continued long enough for the professor or a student to pick apart his reasoning. He listened to Recard’s explanation without reaction, though something about it made him uncomfortable. He didn’t understand what was so gray about it. It seemed pretty black and white to him that sacrificing a child was wrong, no matter how noble the cause! He did think she made valid points about the purpose of historical debate, but he wondered if the same could’ve been accomplished through an essay or a class presentation, something that didn’t involve the bantering back and forth. Never mind, it was already done. No point in questioning it now…
He paid little mind to the argument between Recard and Upstead. Nope, nothing to add here. He didn’t care enough about the issue at hand or either of the two people involved to take a side, and besides, he needed to focus on the assignment. Design a hat? Not where he thought this was going, but he wasn’t complaining. At least he could do this part without talking. This was fine.
Blinking a few times, Heath stared at the drawing in front of him, trying to come up with a design. If he’d had this assignment last term or even earlier this one, it would’ve been easy. He would’ve given it a midnight blue background with lots of stars to represent his favorite color and his interest in astronomy, and he would’ve had an outline of the drama masks hidden among the stars to look like a constellation. If including muggle things wasn’t frowned upon, he might’ve also included a Rebel Alliance symbol for his love of all things Star Wars and some gears to represent his fascination with machinery, but now everything about that design seemed wrong!
That design represented him as he once had been, not as he was now. Now, it seemed more appropriate to paint the entire thing black like the darkness of The Room he was confined to and the darkness that consumed his heart. As fitting as that felt, he worried that it might come across as lazy, and he really did not want to be on Recard’s bad side today. Maybe he could combine elements from both of his design ideas instead.
Envisioning his concept, Heath got up to retrieve some supplies from the boxes at the front and set to work. He covered the top of the hat and the brim in midnight blue construction paper, leaving the band and the little star at the top white for now. Then he drew a comedy and a tragedy mask near the middle of the hat and outlined them in silver glitter glue to make them stand out. He placed several stars along the outline of the drama masks to make it look like a constellation, filled in the rest of the background with stars. Picking up a paintbrush, he painted the band black, and when that was done, he covered half of the hat with a thin layer of black paint, just enough to obscure the comedy mask and some of the stars but not completely hide what was underneath.
He scrutinized his work so far, but somehow it seemed lacking. He added a bit more black so it would look like the darkness was slowly creeping in to the other side of the hat. Finally done painting, he fashioned chains and a padlock out of the pipe cleaners, then glued them to the band to represent his life as a prisoner. Now only the star at the top was left pure white, representing the one part of himself that the darkness couldn’t touch. He picked up a white pipe cleaner, bending it into the shape of a snake, and covered it with glitter glue to make it look like it was made of light. Then he attached the snake to the star, coiled around it as if to protect it from the darkness.
Finally satisfied with his work, he wrote a few sentences at the bottom of the page before handing it in. What if Recard didn’t like his work? What if she thought he was giving an attitude or sarcasm? If she doubted him, she need only look at the pain reflected in his eyes to know he honestly meant every word he had written, but just in case, he didn’t want to stick around long enough to draw her ire. He slipped the page onto her desk, quickly retreating back to his seat.
SPOILER!!: Heath’s hat
The starry sky background represents my favorite color (midnight blue) and my interest in astronomy, and the drama masks constellation represents my acting ambitions. The black covering the hat represents my halfblood status and my inner darkness, both of which taint me and make me unworthy to pursue my interests. The lock and chains represent my life as a prisoner. The snake at the top protects the star, representing the good in my life that the darkness can’t touch.
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“Thank you, Miss James,” Gabi smiled at Kinsay when she attempted to diffuse the situation, no matter how futile it might be. Even professors liked hearing they were appreciated. AND Nem had remained quiet, which was all she wanted right now. Thank merlin.
”You’re all doing great work everyone! About ten more minutes to wrap up,” she reminded them.
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Valencia... started at the hat. Unsure what described her anymore. There were some things she did know though. She liked to read. She liked to learn. She valued history. She valued people. She enjoyed looking at art.
Those were things nothing could take away.
Just like nobody could take away her seemingly random obsession with Winston Churchill. She'd read every biography and book of speeches she could get her hands on. Now, it seemed almost poetic that she'd spent so much time in that age of history.
This, she decided, represented who she was in the moment. She didn't grab any of the construction paper or glitter. Instead, she just took a quill and wrote:
PIGS TREAT US AS EQUALS.
It was a historical argument whether or not that was an exact quote. But, even then, it felt appropriate in the moment and she'd turn it in just like that. The one line written on it.
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Um. Anyway.
Kinsay ducked her head sheepishly, returning to her work... which she hadn't yet touched. Oops. Only ten more minutes!? That was hardly any time at all! She had been so properly distracted by everything going on around her that she hadn't even come up with an idea for her hat. This was terrible (not compared to all the other terrible things, of course, but maybe a close second). She sighed, rapping her knucks against her desk as she thought about what she could do. Maybe she'd start with a light blue. Blue was her favorite color and it could represent the ocean AND the sky. Two things which Kinsay liked loads.
Maybe next she'd try to draw constellations.
Did Professor Recard have glitter?
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Now that Recard and Nemsis Upstead had calmed down, Mamie was able to focus more on her hat decorating. Given they had limited time...and limited supplies...and the all-seeing eyes of the Hooded Squad, she did not go all out with her decorating. But she still managed to get something that she could turn in, and neither Recard or the Hooded Squad could get mad about it. She hoped. Angry Recard was scary.
She set down the crayons, then scribbled a little explanation about her hat.
SPOILER!!: Mamie's hat
The hat represents my personality because the brown is mud, like my dirty blood, but the broomstick and the sparks show that I do magic and fly despite my filthy Muggle family.
She thought her explanation had just the right combination of groveling and pride, and she didn't think it would make those Squad people angry if they read it. They could hate her heritage but they hadn't stopped them from learning magic yet! She stood up, trying to adjust her robes so them being an inch short by now was less obvious, and carried her drawing up to Recard's desk.
Without a word, she handed it in and hurried to sit back down.
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The only bit that remained for Claudine to complete was the description. That was easy enough so she got right down to the task:
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The artists’ supplies at the bottom most part of the hat represents me as a self-taught artist. The silver and green represents me being a Slytherin, a fact that I’m rather proud of. The top-most part of the hat shows a few magical creatures which depicts my fondness for them. Finally, the star, filled in with red and orange glitter represents a bright fire: a blaze.
And now she was done. Claudine sincerely wished a few more lessons in general would be more art based. Those were the best. Except for CoMC, of course, where they got to deal with rela creatures.
Ash was rather attached to her hat poster. She could turn it into a provocative art piece. "Professor, do I have to give you my hat? I'm kinda attached to it. I was thinking of hanging it on my trunk in the room." She showed Recard her drawing. Why a sad muggleborn would ever want a blue hat drawing that said 'Mudblood' in what was obviously supposed to be blood was unclear, but it was cathartic. Even better thing she had realized? If she wrote 'mudblood' in red, then that meant... her blood was made of blood. Because it was red, not brown.
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The exchange between Professor Recard and Nemesis was...a thing that happened. Ivy was uncertain how she felt about it. On the one hand, she definitely wished the professors would - could? - do more about the Alliance, but on the other hand...well, there was only so much they could do too. And she hadn't forgotten how Recard had saved a bunch of them, Ivy included, from Rosier's wrath earlier in the term. And there was something in the professors actually still being around at all. They could've been replaced at any point with the hooded squad or one of the other creepy followers around the castle, and that would make everything ten times worse.
So...she wasn't sure there was any good situation here.
All these thoughts she kept in her head though, and she turned her focus on the hat they were supposed to design. It wasn't where she would've thought the lesson would go next, but she didn't mind at all. Since being locked in the Room, she didn't have the same access to the art room that she'd once had, and the Ravenclaw was craving a chance for artistic expression.
Ivy gathered her supplies quickly then took a couple moments to figure out what she wanted to do. She didn't think too hard on it though. Mostly she just wanted to have fun; it didn't have to be perfectly nice and elegant.
Text Cut: Ivy's a better artist than her RPer so please pretend this looks good lol
(Link to Ivy's hat because it's too big to display on SS)
Art is really important to me, so I drew a paintbrush to represent that. The colors spreading out from the brush and into the sky each represent someone or something: red for my mum, green for my dad, yellow for my brother, the magenta/pink for my friends, and the purple is just because it's my favorite color. When life gets hard (the brown at the bottom), they make my life better and brighter, no matter what. I also included my family pets with the kitty face at the top and the horseshoes for Mum's miniature horses. And the sash in the middle is in the Ravenclaw colors because I also love my house.
Okay. That was done. And the most fun she'd had in awhile. For a little bit, she'd almost forgotten about the Alliance entirely.
Meh.
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Apollo didn't know what to make of his classmates decisions for not picking a side and the whole right or wrong. He had inclinations to believe as Cecelia had said that he should have told Harry when he was old enough, but it was more complicated than that. But also, Nemesis speaking out against Professor Recard for not protecting her students or colleagues?!?
Gasp
Who was Nemesis who speak out against that when the older boy hadn't exactly shown an example in looking out for the younger kids on the creatures trip? Granted Nemesis wasn't in any position of authority but he was the oldest (other than Flynn) in the group and surely Williamson had expected it of him? Hadn't he? Apollo remained silent though through the exchange, gritting his teeth. It was a new norm for him, to keep things bottled up inside. He'd seen throughout this year what happened to the outspoken kids. He should have been one of those outspoken kids, and yet here he was.... not. Keeping things inside. It hurt to think about all that though, so Apollo went and picked up some crafting supplies to set to work in decorating his hat.
SPOILER!!: Apollo's Hat
I decorated it in hogwarts colours because for as long as I can remember I couldn't wait to attend Hogwarts. The base of the hat in Gryffindor Colours since I'm a Gryffindor. Slytherin is where my best friend is sorted, plus I also was a hatstall with slytherin. We're all trying to learn more as the Ravenclaws. Inside the main part I put a broomstick cause my family has an unhealthy obsession with Quidditch and Flying. Along with a wand to showcase that I'm a wizard. The star has a meh face because I think we can all agree it's an overwhelming mood this year.
He probably shouldn't have put that last part and yet, he didn't care to cross it out. Without a second thought, he signed his name and went to turn his work into the Professor. Done and for the ten minutes he'd taken to draw and colour, he amazingly hadn't thought about the hoods or the disagreement between Recard and Nemesis or anything else other than colouring.
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"Ok everyone! Lesson time is up!" Gabi called out as soon as the clock struck the top of the hour. "Please come up and place your finished projects on my desk, and then promptly gather your things and head out to be escorted to lunch," she explained quickly. No time to waste - didn't want to stir any bad feelings by making those goons wait.
She waited until all the students had brought their projects to the front and once the last student had left, she safely closed the door behind them, sealing it magically shut so she could have a few moments of peace, free of any hooded croonies, before she headed back to the hospital wing
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