History of Magic ((Everyone))

[Professor Binns]

Binns had entered his classroom he always did by floating in through the blackboard. It was the most direct route here from the teachers lounge after all and Binns was a firm believer of not doing anything that was not required. Everything else was just a waste of time and time was too precious on this earth to waste it on casual chit-chat that held no philosophical value. Binns was here for a purpose and what a noble purpose it was! What could be more rewarding than filling the heads of the young with miraculous images of times already passed as they absorbed your every word into themselves with their eyes wide tyring to imagine the battled fights and their ears strained to hear every little detail. They were so eager to learn and so ready to gain more insight in the workings of this world by studying history that it cheered up Binns’s heart. The youth was a bit untamed at times but they were still young with rash hearts so who could blame them. Professor Binns was quite young in his own heart as well and would not mind a bit of fun in his classroom either as it livened the studying procedure.

Some students in his previous class seemed to enjoy a bit less light in the classroom so they oculd concentrate better but they still needed light so their eyes would stay unharmed while they were making notes. So with a wave of his wand Binns let the covers from before the windows roll up as the morning sunshine wasn't shining into students eyes anymore. Opening the door to the classroom door with one more smooth wave of his wand Binns prepared to begin the lesson sorting charts and maps and big schemes to either stay in cupboard or to floate over to his table-top from where he could easily display them to the whole class when the time for it came. Some information here was simply fascinating and Binns couldn't wait to share it all with his students.

[Sophia Hallington H7]

Sophia put down her book, as she looked at her watch, and found that it was almost time for the first lesson of the afternoon, which happened to be History of Magic. She picked up her bag, stuffed her book on the top, and made her way up the stairs to the entrance hall, and then up further to the first floor, where the classroom was.

She arrived to find the door open, and the window covers rolled up, to let light in, but there was no sign of any other students-only Professor Binns floating near the back of the room.

"Hello professor", she said, cheerfully, "How are you today". She always tried to be polite to teachers, even those she didn't like too much, trying to keep on their good side, hoping that they would give her more house points, or better marks in return.

[dana]

Dana flipped through the pages of the book the Old Man had given to him. Oh, she had gotten far more acquaintanced with him, knowing that his name was Gareth Byrne. Yet their bickering had been pleasant and in a way comforting. She didn’t even know exactly what had drawn her to the swords other than a dream of an adventure she had had as a child… yet the random decision had proven to be much more meaningful. She had met Gareth, had picked up fencing and in a ways Gareth had helped her accept the death of her grand-parents even though she still mourned them. But Gareth snapped at her when she did something wrong, correct her and listened to her opinions, giving her credit if he thought it might work or make sense. Not only was Dana learning the basics of fencing, she had found someone she felt secure. He had much harsher manners than Julien had had, but Gareth reminded Dana a little a mixture of her own grandfather and of Kris. And in a matter of days the man had grown oddly dear to her.

Taking the book along with a small notebook from the cubby and a couple of pencils – also coming form the Cubby – along Dana didn’t have that many things that she would have wanted to bring along her bag. She added a small quidditch-figurine as well, stuffing the small doll into the pocket of her jeans. History of Magic would be her last class for today and as Binns wouldn’t notice anyway Dna had already changed out of her Hogwarts uniform, preferring a pair of pants and a button-up blue blouse. Balancing the things on her arms Dana left the common room and with a couple of nods or quick ‘heya’s thrown over her shoulder went directly towards the History classroom. Luckily the door was already open with Binns floating near the blackboard as Dana entered. A quick glance around the room showed Dana only some younger Hufflepuff student to how she briefly nodded before choosing a seat in the middle of the class next to a window.

Dropping her things on the table Dana transfigured one of the pencils into a make-shift sword and placed it into the hand of the quidditch figurine. The small enchanted doll would work as a model so Dana could observe how some positions or attacks would look like. Snapping open the guidebook she had borrowed from Gareth Dana started reading waving her wand towards the figurine from time to time, making it copy the movement of the sword the book described while Dana herself observed the movements with a keen eye, keeping a mental list of things that she would have to watch out for when she would be practicing the moves herself later on.

[Sapphire Phoenix R7]

Sapphire had gone back to the common room over the lunch break after eating quickly right after her Potions lesson and had spent the time reading over her half of a letter her grandmother had sent her and Zara in the fifth year girls' dormitory. She would have to compose her reply to put with Zara's soon, but it must be carefully done. Sapphire sighed and folded the two thin pieces of paper together carefully, placing it on her bedside table, using her hairbrush to weight them down so they wouldn't fly off anywhere. Her bag was already packed for the afternoon's lessons. It was History of Magic next, and the bell ought to go shortly. Sapphire had no inclination to be late. Being late to History of Magic might not be the most serious thing to do, but she didn't actually want to miss the class - it wasn't just that she wanted a seat where she wouldn't be noticed if she took a little snooze. That wasn't something she tended to do. History of Magic was actually something she was interested in.

How odd was that? How far would you have to go to find another person in this school who would be prepared to admit that they enjoyed History of Magic? History of Magic lessons at that? Sapphire didn't actually find the teaching particularly inspiring. But the subject matter was there. She had already made herself aware of it in a lot of cases, and if you listened carefully you might just catch the ghost's opinions on things. History did have a lot of argument involved in it. But considering all the viewpoints was a necessary thing. Even if Sapphire enjoyed demolishing some of them. She had rather often been made aware of another avenue she needed to explore. Binns' teaching was very sound, she was sure. People didn't ask him questions very often so he tended to cover all of the material that was needed. He just didn't succeed in making it stick for a lot of people. Then again, a lot of people didn't try very hard. The lesson wasn't really supposed to be a chance to catch up on lost sleep.

As Sapphire pushed open the door she stepped into a room that was still almost empty save for a couple of students and Professor Binns. The bell hadn't actually gone yet; Sapphire must have left some time to spare. Sapphire nodded to Professor Binns with an "Afternoon, Professor," and her eyes lingered briefly on the Hufflepuff student who looked at least a couple of years younger than herself before she gave the girl a smile and made her way over to the other girl in the room, who she sat down beside. She looked at the miniature sword the figurine on the Ravenclaw prefect's desk was holding carefully, finally working out that it looked perhaps a little pencil-shaped. With a grin she pulled out one of her own pencils which wasn't much good for sketching recently since she'd used it too much. Its small size and sharpened point made it relatively easy to transfigure, and soon she held between two fingers a miniature sword of her own with a red and black hilt and a shiny long blade. She tested it with a finger; a tiny pinprick of blood appeared and she looked at it with amused satisfaction before placing it in front of the sword-weilding figurine before subjecting it to a couple of charms, one relatively simple and the other rather more complex. The sword rose up into the air and proceeded to parry the moves of the figurine. Sapphire smiled at her friend before greeting her genially. "Dana."

[ariel]

Ariel pondered over whether her hair looked better down or back in a Barret as she stood before the doorway, hastily putting books into her bag with the other hand. It wasn't that she had slept in late, or that she was just a slow minded girl. In fact, that was far from it. She had been so busy going over her things such as homework that was due tomorrow or today even, making sure she had all the text books needed for the classes this morning, yadda, yadda, yadda. She was a Raven, what else was there to say on the subject? She was also the owner of a very mischievous kitten that was still making discoveries in the world, and this perhaps was the most tiresome chore of all. As she managed to put the books successfully in the bag, a muffled meow could be heard near the four poster.

"Oreo!" She scolded, untangling her kitten with the Barret half-way pinned up in her hair. "You'll strangle yourself next, and then you won't get a second or fifth chance." He was always fascinated with the covers. Loving to roll around, scratch and tear them up a bit, and apparently he liked to get all rolled up like ham in a sandwich. It made sense. He was named after a cookie. Sighing, she put the disastrous kitten in his bed that lurked in the shadows under her own bed. He never used it. In fact, Ariel's bed was more of his then her own. Oreo chattered reproachfully as Ariel turned back to the mirror to touch up the job. "Quite you." She snapped at Oreo when he just wouldn't stop letting out that lonesome yowl. She gave him a smile that made up for her harsh tone when she was satisfied. His response was the loudest yowl of all.

Ariel had decidedly put a ribbon in her hair at the last moment. You could tell she had house pride the moment she had it entwined in her red hair. It was blue with gold stripes running through it. Oreo had found it under the bed as if by some miracle, and that had certainly lightened Ariel's reaction to his nonsense. With a smile, she pulled her book bag higher on her shoulder as she strolled down the busy hall full of bodies. Trying to avoid all unwanted collisions, Ariel swerved around a crowd gathered at the landing and finally made it in front of the open door that led to the History of Magic classroom. Binn wasn't Ariel's favorite teacher. Actually, if they had a livelier teacher, the subject may have proved interesting. Instead it was just normal, medium, average, and somehow managing to tilt toward the boring side of the scale. Ariel always thought of it as a very delicate balance. She adored learning all together, and having boring classes was really appalling. Yet with Binn's teaching a class about a history full of bloodshed in his droning ghost of a voice, Ariel found it to be tiring all together.

Peeking inside the room, Ariel was surprised to find that only three people were sitting in the classroom. Honestly, the bell was going to ring soon, wasn't it? Pulling off a friendly smile, Ariel made her way through the rows of seats to where the Raven's were sitting. One was a fellow fifth year, another a sixth year. Ariel only conversed with the fifth year briefly but she thought she knew Sapphire well enough to guess that she wouldn't mind some company besides Dana Coran, the other girl who was not wearing her school attire. Ariel thought it amusing to see this, yet very original. Another factor was that Dana was a prefect, someone Ariel looked to with respect and maybe as a roll model. As good as this could have been, a little disturbing was that the girl had a figurine on her desk, one that looked something like the one's Quidditch fanatics use, only this one was holding a tiny sword and doing tricks. Good thing Oreo wasn't here. Ariel slid into the seat beside Sapphire.

"Hello." Putting her bag on a clean patch of floor, Ariel directed her single word to both girls in the surrounds. She only gave a nod and smile at the Professor that was floating near the black board. She was used to him being a ghost by now. Leaning back in her seat, Ariel got comfortable before letting a few more words fly off her tongue. "I hope it's okay if I land here for class. At your preference, I can always move. Although I'm rather comfortable here..." She smiled, but her eyes were once again drawn to the figurine on the prefect's desk. Ariel didn't like violence, historical, realistic, or even fictional. It all was rather disturbing to her, and seeing the figurine was no different. Holding a sword? Honestly, Ariel couldn't be the only one who thought it strange. Right? Putting a fuzzy strand of hair that had undoubtedly escaped from the ribbon behind her ear, Ariel observed the girl's expressions with a smile and a small uplift of her eyebrow.

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

Rosaliz lay in bed. She didn’t sleep much last night. She had been prevented from her terrible cold she had got from the school’s grounds. Her skin was a lot paler, and her nose was a bright pink than usual. Every part of her body had been sore, and weak, from lack of rest. She got out of bed and put on her school robes. She didn’t want to go to class and but go straight to the hospital wing instead. She knew that the professor would understand but she didn’t want to miss the first class after lunch break. A tear rolled down her check from the terrible headache. She made it out of her dorm, and out of the common room. Walking down the stairs she gripped her bag from not letting it slip from her shoulders. She made it to the Great hall, but she barely ate anything. She yawned halfway threw her Lunch. Which was only half of an apple with out a sip of her juice. Dragging her sore body to class she was amazed that she had made it on time!!! Sneezing once again, she walked in taking a seat. She had noticed she was the younger one there!!! Pretty soon the class will get full with more students she waited patiently hoping that the class wouldn’t take as long as she would expect it to be, long. After all she was sick.

[sammy]

Cathy pulled her shoulder bag farther up her shoulder as she made a bee-line to her next classroom. Her class schedule was a routine by now, and she knew it by heart. At least her feet did. Half the time she forgot where she was going, but all the time her feet carried her to the right space. It was the end of the day for classes, and many people looked excited that the prospect was so near. Cathy was no different. Her hair was coming out of her pony tail and going over her eyes, and her eyeliner was a little smeared, but she was still very happy that the end of classes was near. Hallelujah! As if to put a damper on her mood, she found herself in front of the History of Magic classroom. Ah, yes. Binns was next. She sighed, and it wasn't one of relief either. History of Magic was the most boring class of the day. Even Potions was better, and that's saying something.

So far only a few people were in the class. Cathy didn't find that surprising, since there was still some time before the bell rang. None of them did she know or were acquaintances with. One girl was a Gryffie, and two other girls were Raven fifth years, but that was all Cathy could identify. The other girl seemed to be younger and in an entirely different House. Cathy made a point to learn who her fellow Gryffies were. The other girl was a prefect, but Cathy couldn't quite recall her name. She was older too, so that probably solved a few questions. With a smile at the Professor that was floating near the black board, Catherine sat down in one of the seats a row from the back, setting her carry-all bag carefully at her side. She hoped someone she knew came to sit by her; it was always a drag to sit alone and pretend to listen. With a sigh, Cathy settled back and began to chew her lip, a terrible habit she had when waiting.

[Jack Rendel S5]

"Great." Jack put his head back and took a deep breath. He had to sit with that crowd for what... three minutes until someone he actually knew and liked came into the room? It appeared that a Huffle was there, two bloody Gryffindors, and three know-it-all, annoying Ravenclaws. Frustration was more of a reaction then an emotion, and Jack closed his eyes to fight it off. It wasn't the class he minded, but the people in it. After all, History of Magic was always good for a sleep. Jack smirked and looked up and down the corridor he was in - hoping that perhaps someone would come down to save him of eternal suffering - before he entered the classroom.

Binns was floating toward the black board and appeared to be thinking over something, but Jack couldn't really tell. Being transparent didn't really help either, or pearly white, whatever. Jack just hated ghosts for when they went through you; so cold it feels like someone poured a bucket of freezing water over your head. And Jack never did that. Always hot water. Seating was another problem that he confronted often; seating was what made a class interesting or utterly a bore. Sitting near the Ravenclaws would be cause for an extreme head-ache, no doubt, and the Hufflepuff might just start talking to him. Gryffindors were just unbearable to even be near, so that left him to avoid all companies. Jack half wanted to put his head back and let out one of his frustrated growls, but restrained from doing so and confidently took a seat all the way in the back of the classroom, three seats away from the corner of the right half. There. This wasn't too bad though. I mean - if he couldn't find someone good to converse with, he could always have a good nap, or maybe draw a picture or two?

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

Cass looked down at her red shoes with an utter look of disgust on her face. " I can't wear these. They look terrible with this outfit." Kicking them off into her wardrobe, she put on her familiar, comfy, black shoes with the stacked heel over her knee high socks. " Okay, that's better," she said, talking to her reflection. Waving goodbye to her dorm mates, she opened the door and flounced through the common room. It was a gorgeous day outside; definetly too nice to be stuck inside listening to Professor Binns groan on and on about Troll Wars and the like. Still, she took the class, so she would suffer through it yet again. Cass was honestly more excited about the fact that she could drop the class after next year than actually going to it.

After a quick bite to eat in the Great Hall, she continued her journey down to the classroom that was Professor Binns'. She was pretty sure that the last time the place had been cleaned was when he was alive. No matter, she only had to suffer for a few hours a day in it. Cass' heels made clicking sounds across the floor as she tried to find a seat. Not finding alot of pleasant company, she decided on a compromise. Cass placed her things in the desk in front of Jack Rendel know he was always good for a conversation. Lucky for her, Rosaliz and Catherine did not sit too far away. That way, she could always feign that she didn't know the boy and continue conversing with the Gryffindors. Smiling warmly, she greeted Jack. " Hey, Jack. Having a good day so far? Of course, History of Magic was not really how I wanted to start my morning."

[Professor Binns]

((I would really-really-REALLY like to point out that the class is taking place in the afternoon! In the firsts posts some people even siad it was their last class of the day, so it is after lunch-time so you have had classes already before it. Please keep this in mind when you start writing your posts or modify the ones you alreayd have to be truthful and so that the posts would actually fit together and make sense.

Also, Cassandra, Hogwarts has house-elves and I personally am a firm believer in their labour. So the classroom is cleaned every evening just like every other classroom in the castle so please cut down on the dirt and dust level, will you? I’m not trying to give my students asthma here.))

[Melody Bang-Bala G6]

One step! Two step! Melody bounded down each in time to the music she had in her head. Right, left, quick march now! Really, she needed pockets here; it was all very well marching as though with a military band but her attire was not correct. At the moment the second year was marching along the corridor showing exemplary discipline and timing (though most people wouldn't realise the music she had in her head). But it was school hours (and she had History of Magic next) so she still had her school skirt on. Pleated, this one was. Melody regarded it in momentary dislike. Silly thing it was, but that was what happened when your grandmother insisted on coming on the shopping trip for your secondary school years. Ah! There were pockets in her cloak though. The bag on her back carrying all that she needed and her hands were free (up till now they'd been swinging beside her in time to the music that nobody else could hear). Melody stuffed her hands in her cloak pockets and then continued to march along in time to the music which now she whistled out loud. It was the theme tune to the Great Escape.

Never mind that people gave her odd looks! It was their own loss. Melody quietened down a little as she entered the History of Magic classroom, her whistling turning into humming. There was something oppressive about the atmosphere in there. Probably the fact that everyone was still trying to decide what to do with their time. Still marching in time with the music (the bell had not yet gone!) Melody gave Dana a bright smile before plopping herself down next to a Gryffindor girl she shared a dormitory with, who was looking just a little under the weather.
"Ee, thoo not 'earty today?" she asked sympathetically. "Well, we've all to get through our little trifles, eh? Including 'eadcolds." Melody smiled at Rosaliz, her own cheery mood not dissipating even now she was inside the History of Magic classroom. And the RAF still deserved a little more glory. Melody took out a piece of parchment and folded it into a paper (paper? parchment) aeroplane which, having turned round in her seat to face the back of the classroom, she aimed and threw at the nose of some infamous and certainly very ugly troll there was a papier-maché statue of at the back of the classroom. The aeroplane took very swift flight to start with, but then curved upwards and came straight back at her. Melody ducked and it came to a halt on an unoccupied desk a couple of rows in front. Melody regarded it for a moment before standing up to go and retrieve it with half a sheepish grin, the rest of her still open for adventure. She shook her head as she sat back down, commenting to Rosaliz, "Ai! Me Spitfire didn't do what it were supposed to, thoo see. Ah didn't intend a boomerang, really Ah didn't."

[Thomas Lightfellow G7]

Thomas got up this morning and it felt like it was going to be a great day. But as the day past that wasn't true it just got worse. More work then he could imagine and the day wasn't over yet. He sat down and had lunch trying to finish some class work during lunch trying to save him the pain of doing it all tonight. He didn't eat much because of how he was working. A few friends came by and helped him out, but they had to get to class also they did stay long. He soon picked up all his stuff and ran out of the great hall but stopped just outside it. "Where do I do next?" He said to himself thinking.

The answer hit him when he looked in his bag and he saw his history. He started walking to the class room he wasn't very good at history but he like it he got average grade in it. Thomas walked and made in just before class started. He looked around and saw Rosaliz in a seat and decided to seat next to her. He sat down next to her and smiled. "You just have to keep in telling yourself, at lest I'm not in potions." He said looking over at Rosaliz.

[cleo]

History of Magic. It was one of Cleo’s favourite classes. For a very simple reason. She oculd work on her nails or whatever she felt like doing in peace at that class. It was the only class where the teacher didn’t demand your complete attention all the time. While the clas sin itslef was easy enough for Cleo to pass it with flying colours as she liked history outside this class. She liked history inside this class too, she just didn’t like Binns. So checking to make sure she had all her required things – nail-polish tones, pencils and small brushes Cleo saunter off towards the direction of the classroom not wearing her uniform as usually. At most cases Cleo just preferred a black skirt htat looked close enough to the Hogwarts uniform and she kept her cloak on to hide her blouse or top. But as she hadn’t had neither Snape nor McGoangall today – and both were quite nitpickers – she hadn’t btoehred even that much. So she was wearing a short black mini-skirt that reached her mid-thighs, knee-length black velvety boots, a deep-red button-up blouse where she had left 2 upper buttons undone and a black waist-coat made form the smae material as her skirt. Flashy, contrasty and most certainly completely Cleo.

Stepping into the classroom with her boots clicking on the fllor Cleo glanced at Binns who was floating at the blackboard like he alwyas did. No surprise from that teacher. One sweeping glance late Cleo smirked and made her way over to the seats Ravenclaw seemed to have decided to occupy. Dropping her bag onto the groun next tot he table Cleo took the last seat of the 4 seats at the bench where Dana, Sapphire and Ariel were already sitting. Placing her nail-care things onto the table before her Cleo turned her head and grinned at the other girls while smoothing her skirt as she sat carefully.
„That taken by fencing that you are willing to try it out even in class? And what happened to be a proper role-model to us, your junior house-mates? Shamefully, Dana, really shameful. Oh how the mighty have fallen,“ Cleo said with slight amusement glancing at the quidditch figurine Dana had made to fence with a... was it just Cleo’s eyes or did that sword look like a pencil? With the quidditch equipment it looked rahter funny, „And Sapph, you have already let yourslef be influenced by it and are fencing with her? Peer pressure must be tough.“

Grinning Cleo greeted Ariel as well. She knew Ariel a bit less than the other two girls, but after having hsared a dormitory with her for 5 years and playing poker iwth her not so long ago – Cleo still knew her relatively well. „Morning Ariel. Was it Oreo who I saw battling a barret oday when I dropped by the dormitory at lunch-break? He looked rahter comfortable while carrying out whatever his mind had came up with.“ Grinning at Ariel who sat next to her between Cleo herself and Sapphire on her other sideCleo opened the first small nail-polish bottle starting to cover her nails with the smooth and colourless under-polish while trying to get comfortable in her seat. A task that was hardened just a little by her short skirt.
Snickering as she watched a Gryffindor 2nd year throw an airplane Cleo waved to her gaining her attention. She wasn’t exactly friends iwth the girl, but she had seen her with Dana and had been introduced. „Hey, Melody, get the plane to go through the name of our friendly neighbourhood ghost rather than bombing innocent trolls,“ Cleo tilted her head making it clear that she meant Binns by the friendly ghost in her dare and smirked happily at Melody.

[Flo Murvac H4]

Flo sat on her bed, staring at the wall in front of her. Well, more bouncing then sitting. She was staring at the wall, imagining it covered with butterflies. So many colors. The walls looked so boring. They had no brightness, no as Flo would describe it, Wow! Flo would even get some paint, and paint the wall herself. And Even if they had sparkle paint, she would cover the wall in that. But Flo knew that if she even tried to paint the walls, she would get into deep trouble. Not just with the teachers, but Flo didn't think most of the Hufflepuff girls would like the huge butterflies almost staring at them while they were sleeping. Maybe if Flo asked someone if it was OK if she painted the wall. No, Flo couldn't do that. She would be to shy to ask. Still....

Flo let herself fall back wards, lying on the bed. Sighing she stared at the ceiling. Maybe if she painted the roof, no one would notice. No...people would notice. People are smart. A thought started ringing in her head. Why did she come up tot he dormitory anyway? It was after lunch and Flo knew that Squibbles was probably lying around somewhere. She wasn't up there to draw, her whole book was full of drawings, which reminded Flo that she needed to get another book on the next Hogsmeade visit. Flo foot tapped the air as she tried to think. Frowning, Flo turned around onto her stomach, reaching to her butterfly bag. She thought that maybe there was something she needed to get from inside it. Hmmm She saw a quill and parchment and a quick slap to the forehead came, as Flo realized she had a class to go to. But what class?

It was really starting to annoy Flo. She had even checked her timetable during lunch, to remind her if she had a class. A whole lot of help that was. Flo had forgotten the minute she had reached the room. She kept looking in her bag and spotted her wand. "Ooh!!" Flo cried, and jumped up off the bed, quickly grabbing her bag and stuffing everything back in. she had History of Magic class, and Flo had completely forgotten about it. Although, it probably wasn't the first time.

Flo bounced her way to the classroom, and Spotted her friend Rosaliz. Giggling to herself, she walked over and sat down next to A girl she had never spoken to. Seemed like a good way to start. "Hello!" She said to Melody. "Rosaliz! Your sick!!" Flo giggled again as she saw how pale her friend's face was.

[Rosaliz Hernandez G6]

Rosaliz sat in class and sneezed once more. Melody, took a seat to her right. This girl was in her same hose and year. Rosaliz admired her since she was always cheerful and funny. "Ee, thoo not 'earty today?” She had said, "Well, we've all to get through our little trifles, eh? Including 'eadcolds." Rosaliz smiled at that. What a hilarious way to put it. Smiling she examined Melody in her plane making. Rosaliz knew that it was something that a muggle would usually do. But she always found interest in muggle things. Considering how much she knew about them. She watched the plane get thrown in the air and make it way back towards them, while Melody ducked. Giggling she sat there waiting for some more amusement. She jumped when she heard a voice coming out of nowhere. Her heartbeat was racing quickly. She then noticed it was Thomas. How he gave her a scare. He mentioned how they were not in potions. Yes this was a relief for Rosaliz for he felt more welcoming in this class than no other. Watching Thomas sit on the vacant chair to her left. At least she was next to Melody and Thomas, but worried that they would catch her cold. “Please forgive me, as you can see I’m sick. Don’t get mad at me if I spread the cold to you” she finished taking another sneeze. Two chairs down her right, she saw Flo sit down. Yes one of her other friend, she watched her friend giggle in amusement at her when she noticed she was sick. Yes she was. She just wanted this class to be over since she truly wasn’t feeling well at all. The worse part was that it hadn’t even started!!!! Sighing she sat there hoping it would be finished in no time.

[will]

Will entered his dorm with his feet shuffling along at a tiresome pace. His whole bag made his shoulder sag and if he went one more class like this, he would surely be stuck this way. Pulling off the bag, he began to take out its contents. Lots of textbooks, and parchment, leaving just the History of Magic one and three sheets of parchment in case he should need it for later use. When he had considerably lightened his load, Will decided he should get on the move once again least he be late. And that was not a good foot to be on for the last class of the day. Of course, since it was Binns, he doubted that the ghost would really turn him away from being late like, per say, Flitwick would. But still, a Raven mustn't be late, just in case. It was kind of like a duty.

The History of Magic classroom was already starting to fill with students of all different age groups. Only one Slyth sat there, looking quite antagonized over the turn of events. Will didn't really have eyes for him; Slytherins were just too pouty and really annoying. I mean, how many times did they have to repeat a certain phrase that always told everyone that they were better then you? Will didn't have time to mess around with them. Instead, a group of Ravens toward the middle of the class looked much more interesting to go to. Sapphire was among them, and so was Dana. The others Will didn't really know, but that was fine. Classes were always a good way to make acquaintances.

Strolling to the row behind the line of Ravenclaws, Will sat down directly behind Sapphire and looked over them. Two had red hair and two had dark hair. Hmm. He grinned and leaned forward. "Psst, Dana. Sapphire." He turned his head to get a better look on what was going on with Dana. He knew that she had lately been having a rough year, so he was hoping things were going better for her. Now she had a figurine on her desk that looked really quite interesting. Quidditch attire but holding a sword. This reminded Will of Kris Graas and the knife he kept near his ankle. "I hope you aren't planning to send that poor Quidditch player after someone? He looks very dangerous. I mean, all he's missing is a Beater bat. But I suppose the sword makes up for that, eh?" Will looked up and gave the ghost floating around the front of the room a smile. Binns was one of his more uninteresting teachers, let's say. And that's the understatement of the year. Will propped his elbow on the desk and put his head in his hand, preparing himself for a sleepy class.

[lacey]

History of Magic was not as interesting class as one could guess. Lacey had been exited about the lesson at first. Being raised a muggle she had a thirst for all knowledge about the past of the magical world as it wasn’t really taught in the history lessons of elementary school. The very first classes in the subject had already been a disappointment however and by now Lacey didn’t hope for any new or interesting information for her to learn here. None the less it was a class that she had to attend so Lacey at least dried to give her very best at it. Even if she usually just ended up sketching something in order to not fall asleep in class. Especially so because the hard tables and chairs were not the most comfortable things you could sleep in.

Finding the classroom Lacey pulled the door open and peeked in carefully chewing on her lower lip a little. The class seemed to be half-way full already but she didn’t see any of her friends here. In reality there were only 3 other Hufflepuffs here and they all seemed to be younger than Lacey herself was. As two of them were already sitting with their friends Lacey made her way over to the remaining girl. Stopping to chew her lower lip as it was a nasty habit anyway Lacey placed her things on the table and smiled shyly at the girl. (Sophia)
“Hello.” Lacey smiled and took a seat trying to curl up comfortably on the hard bench as she waited for the lesson to begin.

[ryan]

Ryan bounded happily down from the Ravenclaw common room her book-bag bouncing along with his steps on his shoulder. Sure, he only had History of Magic next, which in itself was a wholly boring subject... But with Binns droning on and on and on about trollop war or whatever it actually was that took place long before Ryan’s ancestors time, students weren’t expected to pay much attention. Some people used this time for naps. Some did... well, some did something else during that time to amuse themselves. Ryan had long ago worked out a system that worked for him. Which more precisely was catching up with homework in the class. So ina ddition to History book there were potion books in his bag. He had tons of trouble in that subject anyway and in Binn’s sclass it was peaceful enough so he could concentrate easily. Or at the case of real trouble he could beg some of his housemates to help him. Not that he did it often. Ravenclaw pride and all that might be a lot of talk... but in reality no Ravenclaw would willingly admit that he had trouble in some subject or that he needed help. Even Ryan rather spent his night sitting up behind his books doing homework rather than asking someone to tutor him.

The class was filled as usual. Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, Gryffindors and even one Slytherin. History of Magic was also one of the few classes when everyone gathered together to listen to the professor, no matter the house or year. At first and 2nd year Binns had talked in a very complex way Ryan remembered. Now he just spoke and easily enough so that you didn’t even fulyl concentrate. Even though his voice would have put the dead to sleep with it’s monotone and dull way of speaking. Bounding over to the corner where Ravenclaws seemed to have gathered Ryan greeted the 5th years and Dana sitting in one row before plopping down next an other 6th year Ravenclaw boy. „Heya,“ Ryan greeted him rather cheerily as well as he whistled a merry tune quietly while letting his bag fall onto his lap. „I find Binns’s classes shockingly useful you know. Not becuase I will need to know more about the eating habits of the Urg-Urg something troll he always tells us about, but because it will give me plenty of time to save my skin from Snape’s evil clutches and making sure my homework is done as near perfectness as possible,“ Ryan told the boy next to him happily as he let his potions book and the book he had borrowed about potions from the library to fall onto his table as well as bringing out his half-finished essay and a couple of quills. Grinning happily Rayn flipped his books open trying to find the place where he had cut his train of thought the last time he had worked on this particular piece of homework.

[crane]

Gary found himself wishing that Hogwarts didn’t have a school uniform. He didn’t usually mind it, but today he just felt lazy and would have preferred a pair of well worn-in jeans and a T-shirt. Something simply and laid back that would help him relax as well. The Hogwarts uniform was nice in it’s own way actually, but it didn’t do much to help one relax while wearing it. Or maybe Gary was just in a picky mood today. Whic might very well be the case becuase his classes in the morning of the day had been rather difficult. Or maybe he was just dreading the boredom Binns’s class was bound to bring on as it always did.

In such a sort-of mood which wasn’t exactly bad but most certainly not good either Gary entered the History classroom only to stop for a moment in a bit of a surprise. He hadn’t expected so many people to be here to suffer through some lecture Binns was sure to offer them today. With a bit of inner hope shining from his eyes Gary quickly scanned the classroom with his eyes in hope of finding Noko here too, only to sigh a moment later as she didn’t appear to have reached the class just yet. Maybe she would still come but Gary wasn’t counting on it too much. Yet he made his way over to where two Hufflepuff girls were sitting together as if Nokomis did come she was more likely to sit nearer to her housemates. Saying hi to the two girls he didn’t know Gary took a seat and tried to mentally prepare himself for the class yet to begin. He just hoped the class would get over before he was too old to enjoy his life fully anymore.

[kris]

History was an easy subject. Actually it should be an easy subject to most purebloods, becuase if htey were worth anything in the wizarding world or were anyone, then they were taught the history of bloodlines and through that the whole history of the magical world. With acquintances and some of his servants muggles as well, Kris had had plenty of chances to discuss about the history of the muggle world and compare the events in both worlds. Usually there was something similar going on at both times. But History of Magic was still a class and while Kris had aced the OWL with a perfect score he didn’t have anywhere better to be anyway. Besides he wanted to talk to Dana. Pushing the door open Kris stepped into the classroom not caring the least bit that the door slammed closed behind him. „Dana,“ Kris said barely loud enough for anyone else but Morrigan on his shoudler hear as the black kitten obediently hopped onto his right shoulder guiding Kris to where Dana was sitting. Hearing her voice Kris knew the precise chair she was sitting in. With a swift kick of his leg Kris pushed Dana’s chair out of balance, catching the chair by it’s back-rest so that Dana was half-way laying backwards and looking up at him her arms instinctively having already grabbed hold of Kris’s arms.

Keeping Dana’s chair steady with one arm, Kris reached into the pocket of his tight black jeans and fished out 3 envelopes dropping them onto Dana’s lap: „Your mail from this morning. Dorian should be back tomorrow morning as well.“ Hearing a simple „merci“ in reply for delivering her letters, as Kris had sent Dana’s own owl away on business the previous day, Kris lowered Dana’s chair back onto it’s 4 legs his face staying impassive the whole time.
Turning Kris walked away from Dana, his fingers gliding through Cleo’s hair for a moment as he passed from behind the red-head, Cleo’s head tilting back into the caress for a moment. A wordless acknowledgement of her presence in the class that was replied to just as quietly and instinctively.
„You look as good as black as ever,“ Cleo said with an appreciating tone of voice even though Kris could practically hear a slight smirk in it as well. Then again with Kris’s rather expensive taste you didn’t see him in black jeans and a black T-shirt that was lacking it’s sleeves very often.
„And as ever you can’t help but admire me. Really, pharaoh, I will soon start to suspect you are stalking me,“ Kris replied in the same tone of voice as he made his way back to the end of the classroom his cane making sure that he didn’t run into any tables on the way.

His hand dropping on the book of the person who had chosen to sit by themselves in curiousty Kris could read out the name Rendel from the brief touch. He wasn’t exactly friends with the younger boy, but they were acquintances to some extent. And he was a Slytherin and not an overly bad one at that. „Rendel,“ Kris said dryly in greeting as he passed his desk and took a seat just behind Jack, leaning himself comfortably on the backrest of his chair and reaching his legs out.