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HoM: Lesson 1 - Wizarding Tournaments For a fun change to celebrate the commence of a new term, Professor Holden had been trying to change up each of his lesson’s locations while the weather was still pleasant. He thought it was important to take advantage of the good weather before the greyer, colder days rolled through.
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Ahhh! History of Magic! This meant she was in the company of the esteemed Professor Eye Candy! Not that anyone but Caes knew she referred to the man in such a manner. But who could deny the fact? He was pleasing to the eye! Such facial structure! Aria was in awe of it. “Hi hi, professor! You’re looking great! And this setting is absolutely divine!” It reminded her of a certain aspect in history, mhmmm! Reading the information provided, the Slytherin gave a little gasp of excitement. She had only just turned of age, the day they came back to Hogwarts! This meant that she could slip her name into the gorgeous goblet! Aria neatly printed her name on a piece of parchment then added it to the the object. Wasn’t this EXCITING?! |
Evan followed his peers down to the grounds for history of magic, his hands in the pockets of his robes as he walked. The hedge maze looked slightly reminiscent of the one created for animagus training the term prior. But the closer he got, it was really the other relic that drew his attention as an eyebrow raised slightly and a small smile settled on his face. Historically speaking, putting his name into that Goblet was a mistake. But he was putting his new found trust in his favorite Professor, and stepped up to scrawl his name on a slip of paper before dropping it. "Hello, Professor Holden." He offered a greeting, before moving out of the way of the Goblet and over towards the rest of the class. |
Ash loved the outdoors, but she didn't love mazes. So she wasn't particularly eager to do activities involving mazes and being of age, but she wasn't grumpy either. She appreciated getting to do hands on learning."Good morning, Professor." She wrote down her name, Ashley Calder Fox, and dropped it it the goblet(of fire, right?). "I'll only live once," she commented to nobody in particular, though she was standing next to Evan. She wasn't afraid of getting hurt in an HoM class, although the maze still made her uncomfortable. |
Luther wandered around for a while on the Grounds thinking to himself 'I really have to learn what is where.' and then he saw Professor Holden and a couple of students. As he got closer to them he saw a golden goblet next to Professor and then the sign. Reading the sign, he cursed inside 'Damn that sounds fun.' and he wondered if this maze and the goblet were parts of a game. As he got closer to the students (Caes, Evan, Ash) he greeted them "Hello, I am Luther, Luther Starriver. How are you?" Looking at the goblet and its fire, he remembered a story about a Goblet of Fire from the beginning of the last century, to Professor Holden he said "Good day Professor, I am Luther Starriver. How are you?" as an afterthought, he added "Is that the Goblet of Fire? Isn't that thing more than 200 years old?" |
Daniel made his way across the grounds to the History of Magic lesson, making sure to crush some of the brown leaves under his shoes. One hand was in his robe pocket, fiddling with a special danger-detecting coin, while the other gripped the bag strap. It didn't take him long to discover the location because a big maze stood out even at Hogwarts. His dark brown eyes looked up at the Professor first, giving the man a quick "Hello, Professor Holden" before he turned to look at the marble goblet with sapphire flames flickering within. It reminded him of reading about one of the dangerous tasks that Harry Potter had to go through many years ago. Next, he read the message, and as his curiosity peaked, it instantly subsided when he noticed the words 'of age.' "Well, that's rubbish" he muttered. Despite his disapproval, he obeyed and didn't write his name. Instead, the Hufflepuff began to walk away to stand alone, watching the others and hoping that someone young would enter their name into the goblet so that he could observe if anything would happen to them. |
Kins wasn't a fan of sitting still in classrooms, especially for classes as boring as history (no offense). So she appreciated the change of scenery, even if she didn't look all too excited about it. She was trying though, okay? It was just hard to muster up the energy. Still she plastered a smile on her face, one that didn't entirely reach her eyes, as she noticed people in the distance. Show time. "Hi, Professor H," she called out in greeting, her voice soft as she joined the crowd and made her way over to the other seventh years that had gathered. She offered both Evan and Ash a smile too. See? She was so good at this. And even though she was of age, she decided against putting her name in the goblet. She didn't want to be chosen for anything, ok? She'd rather just sit quiet the whole lesson if that were allowed. |
Remy hated classes that were in the grounds, despite the weather not being truly freezing as of yet. She much preferred the comfort of a toasty classroom, it’s where she did her best learning. Still, the goblet with the striking blue flames caught her attention, although it dwindled slightly to discover that only students of age could enter their name. She stood around nobody in particular and smiled politely at the Professor. “Good morning, Professor Holden,” she greeted, crossing her arms across her chest to retain her heat. She really felt the cold, okay? |
The fact that History of Magic was going to be out in the grounds had elicited all sorts of possibilities in Cailyn’s head as she had made her way outside after breakfast. Possibilities that had dwindled to one as she’d seen the setup behind her head of house. Possibilities that honestly concerned her, given what had happened during that time in history, because of course it could only mean one thing. The Triwizard Tournament, the Goblet of Fire… she sincerely doubted the marble goblet was the actual goblet from that time in history, but anything was really possible. After all, who would have expected there to have been an adolescent sphinx roaming the castle last term. It was Hogwarts after all. “Good morning, Professor Holden”, she greeted the man, pulling her curly hair up into a ponytail before selecting a slip of paper to scribble her name on. Slipping it into the goblet, she went over to join Evan, Ash and Kinsay. Strength in numbers, maybe? |
Caes may not be much of a history buff, especially with the new information on the British side last term. But he was here in the outdoors with his element when they were approaching the maze. He didn't say a word just yet, observing the not so subtle change in Aria's tone of voice as she addressed Professor Easy-On-The-Eyes, which took an effort in him not laughing through his small smile. "Hello, Professor." He managed. Nodding before seeing the sign. Aha. Just as Caes wrote in his name, he was approached by a younger student. "Oh hello Luther, I'm Caes," So the others could introduce themselves too. As for the object. Caes eyed it, but didn't say to confirm since he wasn't absolutely positive, since his last school didn't touch on it. Maybe his sis or someone else who was more sure could answer. So instead Caes gave a small smile, to acknowledge that he heard and wasn't ignoring him. Dropping his name into the cup after Aria, he waited to see what was going to come about this. |
History of Magic wasn't necessarily Adam's best subject, BUT he did like Professor Holden. Plus History of Magic was one of the classes he sort of HAD to do well in to get into the program he wanted at university. He was excited, however, the second he laid eyes on the maze behind Holden that they were apparently holding class in - that, coupled with the fact that he knew EXACTLY what that flaming goblet was, meant this class was gonna be FUNNNNN! At least he hoped it would be, and it wouldn't end like...well, that ONE time. Ya know? Also was he gonna enter the Triwizard Tournament? Uh, HECK YESSSSS. Grinning, he scribbled his name on a piece of paper and dropped it into the goblet before joining the rest of the class. |
[color=#27690e"][size=#3]Jacoby walked with a purpose toward the history of magic gathering on the lawn, a nice place for the first few classes of the year. He absolutely couldn't complain. Wait was that the goblet? Were they going to cover this in the lesson. He wondered glancing around for his brother. He was fairly certain they'd both put their name in. Glancing side to side he wondered if he should put his name in. But he knew what would happen, he could be tagged incorrectly, thrown from the area, nope not worth it. Moving off to the side he smiled nodded, [b]"Professor." He wasn't exactly sure what was in store but he didn't want to be in the hospital wing the first week of school.[/size][/color] |
First History of Magic Lesson. Okay so he hadn’t really thought to need this class, but it could always be fun and interest so here he was. Raj was happy at least it was outside so they could enjoy the nice weather rather than being up in the castle when they didn’t have to. “Good morning Professor,” he greeted the man standing before a maze. That caught his curiosity for sure. As did the bluish flamed goblet beside him. The Goblet of Fire as some firstie mentioned which he definitely remembered reading something about. Speaking of reading, his eyes caught sight of the notice on the table. Nope…at 16 he was not OF AGE and thus not presented with the trouble deciding what to choose. Instead the sixth year moved off to one side to settle in for the start of the lesson. |
Mercer was delighted to be on the grounds, rather than stuck in a stuffy old classroom staring at the board while some geezer droned on. Not that the professor was a geezer, but you had to be proper old to teach, didn't you? But he was slightly outraged at the absolute unfairness of the universe. A goblet. For putting names in. And Mercer wasn't allowed??!? "Kiz. Put my name in the goblet thing. Do it and I'll do your homework and you might get like... 15% right. But probably not. But pleaaaaaaase?" |
Well wasn't this just the best flippin' morning she'd ever had? NO. She was some sort of...HYBRID CHICKEN. LITERALLY. THERE WERE FEATHERS SPROUTING OUT OF RANDOM SPOTS ALL OVER HER BODY. She was lucky she didn't have a BEAK! The random squawks she was releasing were enough to embarrass her into the next decade. Was it stupid to hope no one would notice? Yes. SHE. HAD. FEATHERS. COMING OUT HER HEAD. HER FACE. HER BLOODY EAR. And Arden was convinced she had been poisoned. And AND AND should she have gone to the hospital wing? She wasn't sick? Nothing hurt? She was just a very mismatched looking CHICKEN PERSON. "G'day -" Ugh. Arden covered her mouth IMMEDIATELY. And unfortunately for Mercer, she had elbowed him during the squawk....you know, chicken-like and all. |
Finn was thrilled to hear that History of Magic was outside. While the class was way more exciting than History Without Magic, anything was made better by being outside. "Hello Professor Holden!" he said energetically as he admired the maze and the flaming goblet. Pretty cool, he thought, to have a cup that was on fire. He wondered what they'd put in it to make it flame like that. It could just be bluebell flames, he supposed. When he read the sign, he stuck his hands in his pockets. Being only fourteen, he didn't bother filling out any parchment with his name. He'd leave that for the older kids. As for his squawking, feathering housemate who'd arrived just before him...Finn edged his way to stand as far away from the girl as possible. Just in case the feathers were contagious |
Tasha walked across the grounds to the hedge maze. Had that always been there? She wasn't sure as she had only just started reading up on the history of the school. As she walked closer, she could see where everyone was gathered. "Good morning, Professor." She politely greeted as she walked past the professor to read the notice. She looked at the goblet in awe, but saw that only of age students were allowed to place their names, so she stepped away and found a place to stand. |
Easily his least favorite class, Atlas had put zero effort into studying for his OWL on the subject and it showed. With zero aspirations to follow through to NEWT level, dad and mum (mostly dad) had insisted that he not drop the subject entirely and give into ignorance. The whole ignorance was bliss argument fell on deaf ears with the man, naturally, thus the Gryffindor counting down the days until he was of-age and argue that as a certified adult wizard...he was entitled to make his own choices. All that being said...today Atlas was uncharacteristically very VERY very much looking forward to this morning's lesson - though it had nothing to do with the subject itself and even less to do with the professor. It did, however, have everything to do with the loud SQUAKING he heard as he approached the gathered group. He didn't even have time to recognized his petty disappointment in (apparently) this lesson being exclusive in some sort of activity with there being an age line and a (the?) Goblet of Fire right in front. Nor did he really spend much time dwelling on the correlation with their young sphinx friend and the maze before them. No, Atlas was instead casting a casual gaze over towards one of two third years he was on the look out for. His eyes drifted in search of Remy, who he had seen leaving the common room before him, and tried to relay a message with his subtle wiggle of the brow that, yes, he had taken care of things. For one reason or another, he did not go to stand beside her and instead came to a stop beside Finn and rocked forwards on to his toes and then back on to his heels while his hands were shoved into his pockets and fidgeted with his sets of metallic matchsticks. "So...today's lesson is only for of age students who volunteer to put their name in the Goblet and are selected by it?" he asked of Professor Holden somewhat rhetorically. Apparently not going to just let the salty disappointment slide. "The rest of us...just watch hedges the whole time?" Something he often thought about Triwizard Tournament tasks in general. Watch the surface of the lake...watch hedges...watch the mouth of a cave... real riveting stuff right there. |
Karleigh always loved to have an outside class, especially when the weather was nice. It definitely beat sitting in a stuffy classroom. So she was just a little more eager for History of Magic class than she'd normally be when she heard it was going to be outside. But the hedge maze was curious, she thought to herself as she neared. Certainly it hadn't always been there? It would have been weird if it was and she hadn't noticed it the past six years. And there was a goblet... The seventh year read the sign, almost immediately clicking in her head that this was like the Triwizard tournaments she had read about in her history books. But before she could make a decision, a loud SQUAWK drew her attention. Uh..? Karleigh looked at the third year carefully. Were the feathers a fashion choice? Interesting. But the seventh year wasn't sure she got it. And then she heard Atlas mention the goblet and her attention was refocused. Heck yeah she was going to put her name in! "Are we going to have our own Triwizard Tournament, Professor?" she asked as she quickly scribbled her name on a piece of parchment and tossed it into the goblet. Or at least as an activity during class... maybe not the huge ordeal that spans the school term... though that might be cool too. Surely, this would not be quite as dangerous for class purposes? Well. Seventh year was all about taking risks, right? ....maybe she should have gotten more information before being so impulsive. |
Bella slipped into the gathered group on the grounds in front of a glorious hedge maze near Aria and Caes. It was hard not to miss the goblet with its flames, and the attached notice. She was of course going to put her name in the goblet. Who wouldn't? It'd be so exciting if they got to have their own Triwiz tournament in the school. Taking a piece of parchment from her backpack Bella quickly scribbled down her name, year and house. Tossing her parchment into the flames her attention then landed on Arden that looked and sounded like a chicken. Had she been cursed? Turning to Professor Holden she smiled from ear to ear as Bella greeted him "Hello Professor Holden! Will the hedge maze have historical obstacles? I'd love to meet someone famous like the former headmaster Dumbledore." |
Pfft...History of Magic was never his favorite subject ever. Holden most certainly didn't even make his Top 5 professors. If he even had any ranked professor system. The Only thing that this lesson had going for it so far was that it was outside and the Autumn weather was showing. And despite his lack of knowledge in the History of Magic. He's heard about this tournament enough now to know what was going on, and what this class would likely be about. Moose marched toward the Professor then veered to his left. Sure he'd humor the man. It would be a thank you for holding the lesson outside. "Good Morning Professor Holden." the Of-Age-Slytherin spoke up as he scribbled his name onto a piece of paper and carefully placed it into the Goblet. Without even tossing a glance at the Professor. Then walked toward the back of the group of Students. If Moose was a betting man, there is no way the Goblet would choose him. |
Little had changed regarding one Angelo Milano Evans over the summer break, excepting the fact that he was taller now, at the mid-point between five and six feet, and his face bore the a hunt of sharpening angles. Nothing striking, only a suggestion of what time might soon chisel away from him. Also, haircut. But he continued to traverse the school in no shoes, he continued to wear his uniform in such a way that suited him, rather than the expectations of others, and he still had a tendency to appear wherever he appeared as though entirely by accident. Also, he still neglected to say hello. Today, his outer robes were somewhere only he knew, doodled-upon school trousers altered so as to become shorts, and he wore his school tie around his head (to keep the thoughts together and safely inside). To avoid getting his socks covered in mud and the despairing souls of dead bugs and humans (they never came out in the wash), he instead arrived at the lesson with nothing on his feet at all. Milo walked silently past the pleading Mercer, and the squawking Arden, and Mr Holden, and approached the goblet. Ignoring the dire warnings stated by the sign, he took a piece of parchment and scribbled a name upon it. He took several steps away for safety reasons, and tossed the balled up parchment in to the goblet's flames. Just to see. |
Henry very much approved the change of scenery for today's History of Magic class. It wasn't his favourite class, but he supposed things would be looking up today since it'll be held outside. He was a Hogwarts Grounds enthusiast. And even from far away, the Hufflepuff could already make out some sort of goblet in their class area by the hedge maze. He even saw people moving close to it, one of them being his own cousin Karleigh and fellow classmate Moose. More curious than ever, Henry picked up his pace and realised that is A WHOLE GOBLET OF FIRE-ish in class. "Hey, professor!" Henry greeted his head of house. He also then realised what the Goblet of Fire was for after reading the note by the table with the parchments and quills. ....Well, it was his last year. Henry hastily scribbled on the parchment, with 'HenHem' and a smaller 'Henry Hembree' at the bottom. The note did say to enter at your own risk, but it's not like Professor Holden was going to put them in so much danger or something. Maybe that was putting too much faith in the Hogwarts staff? Eh. Whatever! After tossing his name into the goblet, Henry went to join Karleigh. "Hi!" The Hufflepuff grinned at his cousin before whispering. "Saw you dropped your name and I did the same. Wonder what's out there?" Wherever the (familiar) crowd went, Henry followed. And that's what's exactly happening here today. |
SPOILER!!: mercer Kins wasn't really paying attention. So when the chicken-girl started squawking, she didn't so much as blink. Which was probably for the best because Kinsay knew how to look reaaaally judgmental, even though she usually tried her best not to. She was, however, pulled back into the moment when her baby cousin made his way over with a request. Kins considered it for a moment before agreeing. "Okay, but only because I love you and I'm your favorite." Which seemed fair seeing as she was doing this favor for him now. And and and. Technically this wasn't cheating because Professor H just said you have to be of age to enter and she was of age and entering. So it wasn't really cheating, it was just a loophole. And if Professor H didn't want them to find loopholes, he should have been more clear. So really it was his fault. Stepping up to the goblet, Kinsay unknowingly entered Mercer Branxton's name a second time. |
History of Magic wasn't not her best class but it most certainly wasn't one of her worst either. It was one of those middle classes where she did the very best that she could and simply hoped for the very best all of the time. So far it seemed to be working because she was getting good grades that she couldn't complain about. Lessons outside were always a major plus in her blue eyes. So as it was when Keighley reached where the lesson was being held, there was a bright smile on her face. "Good morning, Professor Holden!" What was up with the ma- Oooooohhhhhh!!! Was that the goblet of fire! It was stunning! The flames were absolutely mesmerizing and she almost had trouble pulling her gaze away from it long enough to read the sign near the table. SIGH! Well... that didn't have anything to do with her. She still had a few more years until she was Of Age. |
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