Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 17, 2009 2:14:41 GMT -5
Talon stepped into his classroom before taking a seat at his desk and summoning words to the blackboard with his wand. The Headmaster wore uncharacteristically different clothes today - instead of his usual purple robes, he wore red ones reminiscent of his earlier student days. He decided not to have any kind of sign-up roster or any kind of door guardians - though he did think that was a cool idea on Forgoil's part. The Headmaster figured he could just ask the students their names if he didn't know them already.
And considering most people who asked questions in his class were people he'd already had some encounters with in the past, he figured it wouldn't be too difficult an endeavor.
'Welcome to History of Magic! This exciting class is an adventure through the ancient past of sorcery to our own modern day! Get ready for lots of questions and note-taking - remember, your enemies along the way shall be mysteries and your questions your sword!'
ooc note: I am not describing this again - the room is large, Hogwarts-esque, with a fireplace in the back, several books, ancient tapestries, old rotted wands and shields in glass cases, and lots of big green and old couches with the stuffing popping out instead of desks. There is plenty of parchment and quills.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 17, 2009 6:46:14 GMT -5
Considering Phugsius wasn't already busy enough attacking vampires, getting in fights with other student, trying to become an elementalist, hanging out with Chika, practicing spells and such, avoiding dragons, dealing with the lovable fools he had for house mates, (and etc....) He decided adding another class to his list of things to do might make his life less stressful.
Quickly striding down the hall, books by his side (as was his fashion) he stumbled upon where there was rumored to be a class taught by the headmaster himself.
"History of Magic"
Phugsius entered the classroom. "Good morning, Headmaster" The boy gave a quick nod to say hello and made sure to grab the middle seat in the class (this too was part of his style).
The Slytherins green robe was neatly ironed and pressed and the boy looked altogether more collected and composed than usual. This was his chance to not only learn the history of magic, but to get to know his headmaster a bit better.
The cheesy message on the chalkboard made Phugsius chuckle a little. It was school though.
Phugsius Charadus stood at the ready, quill and parchment in hand, to take on the evil mysteries of old.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Jul 17, 2009 21:10:38 GMT -5
[this post is pink for no reason. <3]
History was a thing of the past. It didn’t exist. It was scientifically possible to prove an event that already happened. Moving on to historical proof, evidence could be forged in a second with magic, everyone knew witnesses were the farthest thing from truth around here, and good old reason was so skewed these days it would be more reliable determining fact based on won the lottery.
And yet still Felix loved history.
So many things he didn’t know that he wished he did. So many things that if someone just finally told the Gryffindor he wouldn’t be so far messed up in his thinking. Although having the person that actually lived through it teaching it was a miracle, the sad fact that class didn’t happen so often was near pure torture. Talon was a guy that Felix aspired too. A guy who recently saved him from a fate worse then death involving another dimension and a sadist shade. A guy who managed, despite all attempts otherwise, to keep Firefox University standing. A guy… that taught a history class.
Waltzing into class, the fifteen-year-old was as anxious as a five-year-old about to get ice cream, yet did attempted not to show it. His efforts worked, yet he couldn’t keep his feet from feeling happy. Quite the nescience. Felix had made an effort to not be the first one into class this entire next semester, so far he had succeeded, yet because of his excitement he had almost failed. Thankfully Phugs was already there. The Slytherin boy was quite interesting… always walking into trouble or getting into it, yet was Felix one to talk?
“Good morning Tal—uh… Headmaster.” Feeling slightly embarrassed he had almost called Talon by his first name, Felix gave a quick nod to Phugs and took his seat in a large overstuffed maroon arm chair with atrocious pink trim. It was not the chair, but where it was. First row on the far end. He always sat there… it seemed just be the best. Closest to the professor, not to close to the door, and if anything went on behind you, it wasn’t awkward turning around.
Skimming the message written on the board, Felix was extremely tempted to attempt to see if he could figure out what Talon was going to teach, yet for all he knew the Headmaster knew when someone was probing his thoughts and thus avoided it. Would you trust someone who read your memories and emotions like a book without you asking? DERP!
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Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jul 18, 2009 13:32:04 GMT -5
Morgan was third into class. Being the only prefect was stressful business. She plodded slowly along her way. Before long, she reached the History of Magic classroom. "Hello, Professor Windwaltz. I am so glad to see you teaching again, no one else could ever teach this subject like you." Having exhausted even a Ravenclaws capacity for flattering teachers, she took her seat. Front row, all the way across the room from Felix. Her usual squashy, indigo arm chair was waiting. She unpacked quill, parchment and ink from her bag.
Post by Sam Nanten on Jul 18, 2009 14:23:19 GMT -5
Staring blankly into the chamber, Sam seemed to be at a loss for what he saw. In place of the block tables and clunky wooden desks, this chamber was lined with cushions and sofas, all of which seemed to be thoroughly broken in. This was a history class, and yet the teacher seemed to cater comfort to his listeners. Well, that's all fine and good, as his rear was starting to get stiff from the seats he suffered through the whole day. Didn't this present a problem of students getting -too- comfortable, though? Like, curling-up-and-fall-asleep-till-next-period kind of comfortable?
Sam couldn't let his guard down with this.
He strode into the room, seeing a few faces that were fairly familiar to him by now. He smiled and waved to Morgan, whom chose her own little armchair. Its just as well, he pretty much got the hint what her relationship with Lucius, so Sam figured it best to give the girl her space. Instead, he figured this a good chance to acquaint himself with the witty Head Boy. The guy sounded like a valuable friend to have, as he seemed to be an authority on all the material of his classes. There was another armchair, plush and leather, just next to Felix's maroon chair.
"Afternoon, Genero." he said with a smile as he took his seat next to him. It seemed the Head Boy even had an eye for good spots to sit.
Last Edit: Jul 18, 2009 14:23:48 GMT -5 by Sam Nanten
Post by Felix I. Genero on Jul 18, 2009 15:16:18 GMT -5
Sitting. Waiting. There were a few issues that went with arriving to class early, getting called a teacher’s pet and boredom. He avoided the first one this morning, yet the second one was inescapable. Initially staring into the fireplace, Felix was tempted to get up and talk to Phugs but… before he could Morgan had arrived. The Ravenclaw she was, she lionized the Headmaster with adulation about he was the only one that could teach this subject so well. About to roll his eyes, Felix refrained himself silently telling himself that he didn’t need pretty words and that his actions were enough, secretly he was impressed and even forgot to ever tell Talon himself. The Ravenclaw Prefect took her seat all the way on the other side of the room, on purpose or perhaps not, and waited silently as well.
Still sitting. Still waiting. There were a few issues that went with arriving to class early, getting called a teacher’s pet and boredom. Boredom. In Latin it was ‘taedium’… a word also used to convey tedium, disgust and weariness. ‘Uberdrub’ in German. ‘Verveling’ in Dutch. ‘Aburrimiento’ in Spanish and… ‘leioindi’ in Icelandic. He didn’t know what the Japanese word for boredom was. Going through the rest of the languages he had cataloged in his head, Felix realized that he needed to learn what boredom sounded like in some more languages. No matter what language, it was the same for every culture: being bored out of your wits.
As someone entered the door, Felix happily looked up from his daydream to see Mr. Nanten, the Ravenclaw student who successfully brought order in an impressive fashion when Forgoil’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class started to become quite chaotic. The Ravenclaw scanned the near empty room then decided to sit next to Felix. The Head Boy had wanted to officially meet, as a matter of fact, he didn’t even know his first name.
“Afternoon Nanten. I don’t think we ever formally meet, I’m Felix.” Extending a hand to shake politely with a smile.
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Post by Sam Nanten on Jul 18, 2009 15:26:26 GMT -5
"Sam. Its nice to meet you, formally." Sam said, reaching over to shake the youth's hand firmly. His glasses slipped a bit upon his nose, but he didn't feel the need to push them back just yet.
It seemed he came just in time, the room was rather quiet for the most part, and boredom seemed to fill in all the space inbetween. Well, nothing like fending it off in the company of others. Sam saw that the Slytherin named Phugsius was again seated in the middle of the room, it seemed his staple. Recieving just as much lecture with much less attention from the prof, it seemed that Phugsius was about as Slytherin as they got. His attention returned to the Head Boy, and decided to discuss the matter of classes themselves.
"Well, its nice that more classes are popping up here and there. Its a shame there's not a greater turnout during this time of year, hm?
Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Jul 18, 2009 15:55:35 GMT -5
Ryo was running a bit late. So many things going on around the lake and his other class that he forgot the time. It didn't help that he wasn't fond of watches. He darted through hallways until he reached the class. With a small shrug he decided to stop hiding his fox features and step into the classroom. He took one of the very cushy seats near the middle of the room and looked around. There were five students including himself and he had chosen to sit roughly in the middle of them.
"Hello Headmaster, or is it Professor? Oh, and I once heard about this Shad something, umm, Shady Battle or something. Will we learn about that?"
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 18, 2009 15:55:40 GMT -5
Talon strummed his fingers upon the wood of his desk, flipping through a book in front of him as the clock rolled on. After Sam stepped through the door and initiated conversation with Felix, the Headmaster and Professor of History of Magic waited just a little bit longer before deciding that class was ready to begin. “Alright,” Talon said, clapping his hands together and getting up from his seat. He stood in front of the class with a serene smile on his face. “Let’s get started with the new term, shall we? Now I know you all signed up for History of Magic, and all, but since we unfortunately don’t have a Literature of Magic class, and literature is about eighty five percent of all history, today’s class is going to be on a short story written in the eleventh century by an unknown wizard who went merely by the name of “Julianus” and probably lived somewhere in the Byzantine Empire.”
He lifted up a book in front of his class. The title was in the Greek alphabet, but it had a mention of a foreword in English. "Demetria and the White Prince is the name of the story, and I’d be surprised if any of you have heard it before. I won't tell you any of the plot, but it was written during the heart of a time where Constantinople was under a seemingly invisible siege by what wizard historians call the Lamia. It was meant to be a warning tale to protect children - especially young girls about your age - from falling prey to the Lamia's penchant for seduction.
"Your assignment for today will be to read the short story and write an essay on the themes - especially those about the Lamia - in the book. I will pass out copies in a moment, but before we begin - for points, can anyone here actually tell me what a Lamia is?"
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Jul 18, 2009 16:14:02 GMT -5
Phugsius' hand shot straight up into the air. "Lamia is a Vampire"
The boy often heard the vampires refer to themselves as lamia when he gathered intelligence on what the vampires were doing and where they were moving.
"Score!" Phugsius thought Suddenly he noticed that Ryo had fox ears........ A transfiguration spell gone wrong he assumed. There weren't any teachers for it after all.... Plus, Phugsius knew all too well what happened when a transfiguration went wrong...
Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jul 18, 2009 16:25:42 GMT -5
"Actually, Phugsius, although vampires might call themselves Lamia, they are not. A Lamia is a type of creature that is a humanoid female from the waist up, and serpentine from the waist down. Their faces are slightly disfigured with prominent cheekbones, and sharp, shark-like teeth. Lamia are said to eat children. Lamia are sometimes confused with Naga." The Ravenclaw's answer was as concise as she could make it, while still including the pertinent information. Oh dear, she was starting to sound like Felix.
Post by Felix I. Genero on Jul 18, 2009 16:31:48 GMT -5
Sam. His name was Sam. Nice… simple name. As the true studious Ravenclaw he was, his glasses started to slide down his nose. Felix was about to offer a prank spell he knew that would ‘kept them put’ yet he decided against it, in fear that Sam might actually believe him and try it only to find his glasses permanently glued to his face. Felix thought up cruel pranks like this, it was a shame he never had the chance to try them.
“Yeah, I love it when classes start too. It is a shame; half the school is probably dozing off under the hot sun. Pity… they don’t know what they are missing—” Felix was slightly cut short by the arrival of a Slytherin boy named Ryo. Soon there after, the class began.
Literature. As the muggle scientist Newton said, “When I pick up a book, it’s like I’m picking up a shell at the shore of the ocean of truth.” For a muggle, he was brilliant. On the average day, Felix spent more time with books then with people. This particular book was… one that Felix had never even heard of. The name didn’t ring any bells, which disappointed Felix, yet he at least now knew of the Greek author. As Talon lifted up the book, Felix translating Δημήτριος και άσπρο πρίγκιπας back into English, Felix was even more disappointed in himself that he didn’t even recognize the name.
At the context, Felix brightened up, for knew all about the siege of Constantinople in 1454 by the turks, yet once again he failed, for what was a Greek tale doing in 1454? It was already a dead language? When Talon finally mentioned the word ‘Lamia’ Felix considerably lit up. He had completely immersed himself in the past in Greek mythology and loved it greatly. At the question, the words were already in Felix’s mouth, pausing, Phugs already had an answer, which Felix seriously hoped Talon wouldn’t accept, Morgan had her try at it, giving almost word for word the answer that Felix was going to give. Impressed, Felix even had something to tie the answered together, serious hoping Talon wouldn’t mind.
“…but because she fed on the blood of the children, it later turning into another word for vampires or succubi.”
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Post by Ryoko Kanagawa on Jul 18, 2009 23:19:27 GMT -5
Ryo was a little disappointed. His question went unanswered. Moving on, he made sure to listen to the Professor. The boy groaned after hearing that there would be essays. He hated writing assignments. Lamia, lamia, he heard that somewhere before. It was from an old muggle game he played once. Unfortunately, he had nothing of use to add to the lesson.
Post by Talon Windwaltz on Jul 19, 2009 0:22:20 GMT -5
"Very good, Phugsius!" Talon said, smiling at the Slytherin. The student had so far proved both knowledgeable in many subjects and brave as well, two things that would come in handy for someone in the house that favored ambition. But it looked like Morgan, the Ravenclaw Prefect, had a more precise answer. Before Talon could respond to her, however, Felix had already said what he meant to say.
"That's right, Felix. Though Morgan you are correct in that the original Lamia was, as you say, a serpentine creature that fed on the blood of children, there was only one of them, if any at all. Sometimes muggle mythology and magical history can get a bit mixed up to the point where you honestly don't know what's true or not. As Felix said, the Lamia as we mostly know them was the Greek word for vampire."
Talon whipped his wand around and names began to write themselves on the board: Bruja Nosferatu Vampire Lamia Dhampir Incubus Succubus
"10 points to Slytherin and 5 points to both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor for your statements on the matter. Now as you can see," he pointed to the board with his wand, "the Vampire has many names. The reason for this is simple. The Vampire has been around as long as mankind has, and more frighteningly than that, there are some individual vampires that have been around as long as mankind has! Unless they are destroyed, the vampire lives forever."
The Headmaster pointed his wand towards the stack of books on his desk and they were sent flying individually to each student's location. "Now as you've no doubt heard all about these wretched creatures and their weaknesses in Professor Halifirien's class, I will be brief. The Nosferatu and the Vampire are two different types of creature, though it is in my opinion that they have a connection somewhere in history, perhaps even at their two origin points. We can get into deeper analysis on the origins of Vampires and Nosferatu after you're all finished your assignments, if we still have time and you're interested, though it's all speculation amongst the wizarding community. Regardless, I believe that the Lamia, based on this story, that afflicted Constantinople in the eleventh century was a type of Vampire, not Nosferatu, and if you've paid attention in Defense Against the Dark Arts class you will know why."
He took his seat at his desk, and waved his wand again, sending some parchment and quill to the sides of each of the students. He pointed at the board with his wand.
If you've come in late, please take a book off my desk and some parchment and quill from the back table. The assignment is to read "Demetria and the White Prince" by Julianus and write an essay on the themes therein, especially having to do with Lamia. (Vampires) If you need help, see me at my desk.
The young Ravenclaw enters the classroom with a small apologetic look for being late and glanced at the board to catch the assignment before taking the book from Talon's desk and telekinetically took the parchment and quill from the back table. She quietly sat down on a nearby desk near Morgan who Sel was most comfortable with due the the sister like bond between them and started to read the assigned story.
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