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Topic Started: Sep 14 2015, 06:18 PM (759 Views)
Jonathan Spenser
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Amy Rosemary
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Twinning • former puff • class of 2046 • flourish and blott's assistant

Name: Amy Katherine Rosemary
Year & House: First Year Hufflepuff
Lesson Missed: Lesson 1
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Archie Villiers
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Stickler for the rules | Wallflower | Quiet | Loyal |

Name: Archie Villiers
Year & House: First Year Slytherin
Lesson Missed: Lesson two
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Graeme Fergusson
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Former Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain | Pride of Portree & Scottish National Team Chaser

[justify]Name: Graeme Fergusson
Year & House: Hufflepuff, 6th
Lesson Missed: 3

Graeme was on cloud nine, that was no other way of putting it. After what felt like a rocky beginning they'd managed to win the quidditch game, and not just win it, but win it well. He felt cheated by the fact there was no head of house for them to be able to impress, nothing besides themselves to win the game, to win it for the pride of their house, and the hufflepuff was honestly feeling so happy with how it had gone. He'd worked the team hard, and knowing it had paid off in the manner that it had was just good, he liked being in the knowledge that he was doing well in the first way. The teen had won a game in the last year, but this felt like a great victory. He knew he was likely placing too much into this one game and he didn't want to end up becoming disappointed when things then didn't go his way, but for now, the teen really felt like he was just on top of the world, so much so, that classes felt better, easier, and he was just so happy with it all. Not one thing could dampen his mood.

Taking a set in the room, the teen glanced up at the professor, really looking forward to the lesson he knew they'd be having, for some reason he was almost certain that Hufflepuff would be left to last, but he was keen to learn about the other houses as well as eventually his own, and so when he had sat down in the room, and the professor had begun his lesson, telling them they'd be studying Gryffindor, which the teen was pretty keen to learn about, because really all the houses were incredibly interesting and there was nothing he really liked doing more than just being able to learn about these people who had built a school in his home country, in the place he called home, and was eager to return to as soon as he could, which the teen was hoping would be when he graduated. He followed along easily with the lesson, though it proved to be quite short which he was almost a little pleased about, the teen then nodded with understanding before the lesson was wrapped up, homework was given out and the teen was able to leave, so he gathered up his things and left the room.
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Matt Greene
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Gryffindor Graduate | In Love Chudley Cannons Chaser
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[justify]Name: Matt Greene
Year & House: Gryffindor Sixth Year
Lesson Missed: 2-5

Lesson 2:
The second week came and went, knowing that Matt Greene would have to study at some point. He needed to get to work on the NEWTs, but he didn’t really feel like opening a book and trying. Since the Quidditch match was coming up and fast, he would have to prepare for it now that he was the seeker. Or a seeker rather. He managed to finally get on the team after how many years? He was an alternate a long time ago, and since then, he avoided the team. Now, he was on the team with his ex, which was surprising. It did not bother him too much, but he would have to learn not to have things awkward. They were still best friends, but he had a feeling that they were both giving each other the affections that they felt for someone else. He sighed as he entered the classroom once more, and settled down. He had to focus for now.

Today was the house of Slytherin, which he did not know too much about, but probably should since that was his brother's girlfriend's house. He took notes over the man, and was awed by how strong he was, but also repulsed that he put a damn snake to get back at the other founders. Talk about a grudge that was going to stay for years to come. He shook his head, and finished his notes. He packed his things and left the classroom, for the time being.
Lesson 3:
After the win for Hufflepuff, all Matt heard was how Mason managed to only score once. He had to remind his brother that other opportunities would come. Matt was just happy about the third week of lessons coming and going, while he is studying for the NEWTs and working with Accio!. Things were working well for him right now. He was pretty happy with his life and he would love to be able to help others with it. He had a few younger students on the yearbook right now, and he and Serenity were the oldest in the group. The others were above first years though. Matt smiled as he entered the classroom and prepared for the lesson ahead. He wanted to be able to learn something interesting today.

This was going to be over his own house, which Matt made sure to pay special attention to. He bowed his head slightly, and took his notes over Godric Gryffindor, who had a helping hand in some very offsetting way to help end the war because of his sword. He wrote down all the notes he could muster about his founder, and wondered if he and Slytherin ever made up or something. Maybe not. However, he shook his head when he thought about the rivalry. It went back ages. Matt sighed before he exited the classroom for now. He didn't like the whole rivalry, and likely never would.
Lesson 4:
Matt Greene had a lot to think about right now. His current crush, and moreover, the NEWTs that he had to endure right now. So far, he was doing rather well with Accio! and he hoped that he would do the former editor proud one day. He knew that this might happen one of these days. He was taught by the deaf Ravenclaw. Matt let out a subtle sigh and he entered the classroom once more. He found his seat, and briefly wondered what his brother was up to. He wished that his brother was around right now. Days like today would make things easier. He was still not adjusted to the fact that he had a freaking baby sister. Well, not baby, but she was a Hufflepuff, much like Mason. Matt was the odd one out. But the one that Madison apparently liked was a former Gryffindor. Well, Matt was not sure on that situation.

This house, Ravenclaw, was one that he was interested in. More so than his own. It was his girlfriend's house. Katrina. Matt heard the information, which was not as much as he had hoped. He wrote down every bit that he could though. Rowena and Hufflepuff were the best of friends, so he wondered how Katrina and Matt ever got together instead of Katrina and Mason. Shrugging, he packed his things and left the classroom. This was turning into one interesting year and he liked it.
Lesson 5:
The fifth week felt surreal. Matt Greene counted the days until he could finally take the OWLs and get on with some of the classes he wanted to continue taking. He did not know what he wanted to be right now, but he wanted something that could make plenty of money. He did not want to have to repeat his former life and having to steal. He knew that Hogwarts would have never tolerated such behavior, but he had to do what he had to. Matt arrived to his classroom on time, and found his seat. His eyes looked up toward the professor, and hoped that this lesson would be much better than the last. He was a little exhausted of thinking right now. The studying alone was rather irritating. After all, he did not think that he would have to deal with the exams after he graduated. They truly did not matter.

Now was finally the last founder, Hufflepuff. Mason's house. He was highly interested in why Mason turned out to be a Hufflepuff and not a Gryffindor. However, the information was there, and he wrote it down. And yet he was still wondering. Shaking his head, he managed to take notes over all the founders, and then was still left wondering... Why? Matt sighed before he packed his things and left.
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Vladimir Zhefarovich
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Supremacist • Cold • Prideful

[justify]Name: Vladimir Zhefarovich
Year & House: Slytherin Sixth Year
Lesson Missed: 2-5

Lesson 2:
Week two arrived all but too soon. Vladimir Zhefarovich assembled his Quidditch team together and despite the loss in Quidditch, Vladimir had a winning streak that was unreal, which only made him even more proud. The pride was not even chipped with the loss. They could make a roaring comeback if they tried enough. Vladimir walked into the classroom, with a sense of arrogance reflected across his face. He wanted nothing more than the week to be over so that he could get back to his dorm and think of new plays for his team. He also wanted to practice some charms to prepare him for the year ahead. Charms would be one of those classes that would end up challenging. He needed to be on board with that, and probably with dueling too. Vladimir looked up at the professor, and waited for the lesson to begin. It should not be too long.

He knew that some treated that name with great honor, one of them being his own Head of House. The colors were green and silver, which was not news to the Slytherin. The name of the man was Salazar, and he grew up in the fen, which was in England. He was also a Parselmouth and a Legilimens. Now that was eerie to think about. However he only wanted the pure-bloods have the ability to go to school like Hogwarts, which caused him and Gryffindor to become enemies. Slytherin also built the Chamber of secrets as well. He also placed a basilisk into the chamber too. However, Harry Potter managed to slay the snake with some luck so it never had to terrorize again. Then they were dismissed. Vladimir gathered his notes and he left the classroom, not knowing what he thought over the founder of his house.

Lesson 3:
It was none other than the middle of the year, with the third week of lessons. Vladimir Zhefarovich, with his prefect badge pinned nicely to his chest, made his way through the corridors from the dungeons to the classroom he was due to be in. He barely looked at anyone as he passed. He was about a foot taller than people nowadays because of his growth spurt over the break. He inherited the tall gene of the Zhefarovich family, so he could stand a chance against some of them when they were training him. Sadly, he did not inherit his father’s bulk. Vladimir entered the classroom and he found his seat next to Blaine. Vladimir had no idea that Blaine and Zinaida had a thing, but he was a little suspicious. He would not voice anything unless his suspicions were even more obvious. Vladimir sighed and shoved that thought out of his head.

Getting out his parchment, ink and a quill, he was ready to learn about a new founder. Professor Spenser informed them that they were going to be covering Gryffindor, whose first name was Godric. That was a nice name anyway. He came from Godric’s Hollow which did not seem that hard to remember. He was also an excellent dueler too! He also fought against muggle discrimination and he did not mind that too much. His beliefs did not match Vladimir’s but honestly, Vladimir did not care who attended school and who didn’t. The sorting hat also belonged to Gryffindor and the Gryffindor sword too. They were also told the symbols of the Gryffindor House. Then they were told that the lecture was over and that they were dismissed. Vladimir finished his notes up and he packed his things. He left the History of Magic classroom in a hurry to get things done.

Lesson 4:
The fourth week of lessons came and only made the weeks go by even slower than before. As if that were possible. Vladimir Zhefarovich ran his pale fingers through locks of black hair as he entered the classroom he had to be in for the day. He looked around with his onyx eyes before they caught the brunette hair of Blaine. He could recognize his friend from a mile away. His hair was always unkept and shaggy, almost in every direction. If he grew a beard, he would almost look more like a homeless bum than anything else. Vladimir was always uptight and clean about things like that. Vladimir took his seat and got out the materials needed for the class ahead. He assumed what the lesson would be about, since he looked into it. Vladimir did not often look ahead, but sometimes, he did so that surprises would not surprise him.

The lesson soon began. He knew that he would need to pay attention to which of the houses that they were going to be learning. Slytherin and Gryffindor were already learned, but now he knew that he would be learning a house that he did not care too much about. Apparently, it was over Ravenclaw. The professor’s favorite house. He wrote down the little details he could over the founder named Rowena. She might have grown up where the Loch Ness Monster resided. The colors and symbols were nothing new, and neither was the reason of death. Then they were dismissed after the statement of the Grey Lady. He left he classroom for the time being.

Lesson 5:
Purely over the fact that Vladimir Zhefarovich was still moderately steaming over the loss in Quidditch, he purposely avoided all source of friendly contact, and that even meant Blaine. He was positive that Blaine had his hands full with whatever girl he was stringing along today. Vladimir found some sort of evidence that Blaine was seeing someone, but he did not know who. And, Vladimir did not care. This was the fifth week of lessons, and he could not wait until he could just go home and finish his training up. He had a few more years of it, and then he would lead the family, side by side with Damianos. That would not be too bad since they were first cousins. Vladimir found his seat within the classroom once more, and his dark, stormy eyes looked toward the front. He purposely avoided certain heads since he could not stand them. It was not worth the stress.

The founder they were going over was the Hufflepuff one, and they started off with the obvious information. The symbols and the animal. He wrote down the notes needed for it. Now, it was the founder. Helga Hufflepuff was someone who was caring, and she worked really hard. Her recipes were still used. He wondered if she was overweight since she was famous for the ability to charm food. It sure made sense. She believed in equality for the house elves too. And she was good friends with Ravenclaw. That was not surprising. He finished up his notes before he left the classroom once the professor dismissed the students.
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Bothizar Styx
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Year & House: Slytherin Fourth Year
Lesson Missed: 1-5

Lesson 1:
If it was one thing that made Bothizar Styx a little antsy, it was being around people. He thought about skipping class, but after the failure of a student he was last semester, Bothizar was not about to listen to another one of his father’s lectures. Those were the most horrifying and boring things he could ever sit through. For now, he would just watch others, and also practice his slingshot. He loved his slingshot. He also loved hurting people with said weapon. It was taken from him countless times, but he made more. It was not hard to find sticks and a rubber band, after all. Bothizar continued with his streak of mischief, before he decided to make a sharp turn into the classroom, shoving his slingshot into his bag as if he were trying to sneak something illegal. It might as well be. Bothizar found himself a seat in the back, and waited for the class to begin. Once all of the fourth years entered the classroom, it was time to begin the lesson. Bothizar looked up at the Ravenclaw Head of House as he introduced himself, and then chose to dismiss them with a small essay. Rolling his eyes, Bothizar left the classroom with a roll of his eyes.

Lesson 2:
The second week of lessons coursed through the fourth year Slytherin, Bothizar Styx. He was not really learning what he wanted, but he could live with it. Bothizar was more or less feeling up to no good, which he normally felt either way. He wanted to shoot his slingshot at people, and birds. But for now, he could wait until after lessons to do that. He walked into the classroom and took his seat in the back of class. The back of the class made him feel more at ease and more welcome to not having any attention placed upon him. He hated any sort of attention on him. He did not like having eyes that he did not find worthy on his being. No, no one was worthy except those that would otherwise be his allies and not just his friends. Bothizar did not consider others as friends, but allies. It was odd how he placed people, but that was him.

The lecture was going to be the death of him. Rolling those silvery eyes, Bothizar did as he was told, albeit reluctantly. Holding the quill in his hand, Bothizar got to work with the notes on the lecture about the Labyrinth of Crete. This was a story that he knew a little bit about, but he would endure the lecture since he did not know as much about it as he could. He continued to write some more, and what entertained him was the Minotaur. It was a man-eating monster and whatnot. That much was so interesting, and he would love to have one. He continued to write down the notes, and then heard that the future king was not grateful to the woman that helped him, like an idiot. Bothizar shook his head and he finished the notes as they were dismissed without any sort of homework. He left the classroom rather relieved.

Lesson 3:
By the time that it was the third week of lessons, Bothizar managed to not only make another friend, if one could call him that, but he also had a collection of slingshots that his father did not know about yet. Bothizar was clever to have multiple items at his disposal, in case his father decided to be a real killjoy. His dad could be like that from time to time, which was understandable considering how much he put up with on a daily basis. Nicolette, his mother, alone required so much work. She was a handful and Bothizar knew it. He walked into the classroom and took his usual seat in the back of the class, while wondering what his allies were up to. Avie seemed pretty cute. And easy to manipulate. Although, the boy was as dense as a rock. No wonder he liked rocks. Avie likely found a lot in common with him.

Professor Spenser started up the lesson saying that it would be very short. Well that was a blessing. The lesson was going to be over the Easter Islands, something he knew jack on. Then again he did not want to know anything about it either. The professor went on about the whole thing of statues which he seemed to be loving it, and wondered why he was bothering with teaching when he could be snuggled next to the statues or something. Rolling those silvery eyes, Bothizar gathered his notes together and made sure that they were complete before he heard that the class was dismissed. Bothizar heard the homework but like hell he was going to do the homework. He rarely did that. Bothizar sighed and he left the classroom once he had the stuff packed and whatnot. He had better things to do than to do the homework.

Lesson 4:
The week of Halloween was perfect for Bothizar Styx. It was entering the fourth week of lessons, and everyone was talking about costumes. Bothizar saw it as an opportunity to head out after dark. Bothizar did not see the big deal about Halloween or even holidays. None in the Zhefarovich family really celebrated holidays. Some celebrated Halloween but rarely did they celebrate Christmas. Halloween was also a time for birthdays. Birthdays were something that the Zhefarovich family celebrated a lot of. Bothizar smirked as he entered the classroom, recalling his last birthday and all the gifts he received. He had a huge family and those that associated with his part all gave him something that he was into. Mostly violent things and things that went boom. Stuff he could not take to class. But now was the time to get into the lesson ahead. He had to focus, and make good grades for his father.

Professor Spenser started up the lesson saying that it would be very short. Well that was a blessing. The lesson was going to be over the Easter Islands, something he knew jack on. Then again he did not want to know anything about it either. The professor went on about the whole thing of statues which he seemed to be loving it, and wondered why he was bothering with teaching when he could be snuggled next to the statues or something. Rolling those silvery eyes, Bothizar gathered his notes together and made sure that they were complete before he heard that the class was dismissed. Bothizar heard the homework but like hell he was going to do the homework. He rarely did that. Bothizar sighed and he left the classroom once he had the stuff packed and whatnot. He had better things to do than to do the homework.

Lesson 5:
One would definitely see a change in Bothizar Styx. It was the fifth week of lessons, and he just received news when his father came back to the school that his sister was dead. Bothizar’s expression was cold, empty, but one could see confusion and sadness within his eyes. Why did this have to happen to his family? He was so angry over it, he often broke anything that came within his hands. Everything did not make sense, and he wanted the new family members gone. He could not take the pressure anymore. He needed some relief. He needed to make someone else hurt. However, now was not the time. He walked into the classroom, and took his seat. The last thing he needed to do was to make a fool of himself and to lose points to his house, and face his father’s wrath. If there was someone suffering more than he, it was Professor Styx.

The extremely happy Professor Spenser greeted the class, which made the Slytherin roll those silvery eyes. Something would happen, and Bothizar doubted that he would bother with trying to do anything good. The Slytherin heard that the professor treated the students to a day out to Easter Island. Looking at the students, everyone seemed excited about this. He swallowed hard as he walked out of the classroom to get dressed. Bothizar returned to the History of Magic classroom and then touched the portkey. Bothizar felt that horrible sensation of pulling through the bellybutton. Bothizar decided to walk around aimlessly while the time ticked. Eventually, what seemed like forever, it was time to go back to the classroom. At least the students did not have any homework. He sighed and left upon dismissal.
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[justify]Name: Asa Romanes
Year & House: Slytherin Fourth Year
Lesson Missed: 1-5

Lesson 1:
The first week of lessons appeared to be the most useless ones. All they were would be the introduction, and the syllabus. Asa Romanes made his way into the classroom and found where he would be for the remainder of the semester. It would be easy to remember too. Asa wondered if his siblings would work as hard in classes as he had. Perhaps not Sergios, but maybe like, Isaia or Isabella. Both worked pretty hard with the classes, and he was determined to do what he needed to. Asa let out a sigh as he took out a book from his bag and started to read while he waited for the other students to come in and the lesson would begin soon. He hoped that it would one of these moments as they ticked away slower and slower. Asa was starting to get bored, but he figured that he would listen in for the professor. The professor soon welcomed them back, and then introduced himself to those that might be new, which he did not see any. They were going to have to do a quick essay. Sighing, he did as he was told and then left as soon as they were dismissed.

Lesson 2:
Asa Romanes clutched his book to his chest as he wondered over the classes that he attended last week. The previous lessons were pretty boring, but he still learned a little bit as well. He would have to learn to handle that one step at a time. He did not want to waste his time though. Some of his classes were a waste of time, which was why he slept or read. Asa walked into his next class, which was not too bad. Asa found his place once more, and he looked toward the professor that was teaching the class. He waited for the lesson to begin. He looked around to see the other students, and noticed that the places were feeling up really fast. The lesson was about to begin, and Asa did not have time to open his book this time. He made sure to continue to wait, his attention not wavering.

It was time for the lesson to begin, and Professor Spenser started the class with telling them that they needed to take out their quills, ink and a parchment to start taking notes. This should be promising, if one was a history buff. Asa was definitely not one of those people. The subject was over none other than the Labyrinth of Crete. He had never heard of that so the lecture would be entirely new to him. This would be kind of interesting, and as the lecture went on and the story was blossoming, Asa actually found himself entranced in the storyline. Oh that would be embarrassing if anyone found out about that. He really hoped that they would not but finally the lesson was over and they were dismissed. Asa packed his things and left the classroom.

Lesson 3:
It was toward the middle of the semester, and Asa Romanes heard that he was an uncle. He had a nephew. Asa could not remember the name of him, but he knew that Isabella and Demeter were doing well. Isabella really made a home for herself, and Ostensia was happy with her husband. It was the same with Isaia and his wife. Sergios even had twins and was married. That was somewhat strange to some form. Though, twins did run in his family. Asa pushed his thoughts of his family out of his head as he entered the classroom and found his place once more. He looked around at those in his house and those not in his house. He could barely tell the difference anymore, except the different colored ties. That was it. Everyone else looked the same. Asa had absolutely no prejudice toward other houses at all. After all, his siblings were in every single house. Today the fourth years were going to be watching a movie, called the Labyrinth. He went to his dorm and found some old muggle clothing, came back to the classroom. They were whisked away to the movies, where he managed to watch the whole thing. He hated it for the most part. Oh well. At least the lesson was not too bad.

Lesson 4:
The youngest Romanes of his generation walked toward the classroom that he needed to be in. Asa Romanes thought about his family, and how much he missed them. They were all separated now, and he was still at his uncle’s estate. Collineus seemed more attentive to his daughter than his nephew and nieces, otherwise he would have noticed that Ostensia shacked up with a part-veela, as did Asa. Both of them would no longer have their bloodline pure, but Isabella lucked out with her man. She got a pure-blood male. And she had a pure-blood son. Asa did not have much opinion on blood status, but he often thought that some bloods just should not be mixed. That was his opinion, and he might grow out of it eventually. However, he felt like it was just the way everything needed to be. Asa was just a little on the strict side with his beliefs.

The fourth years were informed that the class was going to be short since the professor was tired from last week. Asa would definitely not mind that since he did not like lectures to begin with. They mostly bored him senseless. He looked around to see some other students probably thinking the same thing he was. They were going to be discussing the Easter Island today, and how historical it was. The statues there seemed to be the object of the lecture, which Asa had to wonder, why in the world was the professor so excited over bloody statues? The professor was a little crazy to find that amazing. He rolled his amber eyes but the lecture was soon over thankfully. The Slytherin gathered his things and he left the classroom in a hurry to do something a bit more fun.

Lesson 5:
Going into the fifth week of lessons, Asa Romanes was ready for the holidays. He needed a break. He really needed some time to rest and read. He felt like he could stay at the school this holiday, but he was not entirely sure. He just needed to really think about this. It was a big decision that his uncle was leaving him with. To stay here, or go home. Asa had to think over it, since either one, he could be alone at last and just read. Here, he did not know if any of his dormmates were going to stay, but at home, he could be in his room, isolated from the world. He did not know yet. He walked into the classroom to shove these thoughts aside for now. It was a little early to be thinking about them when he had the exams coming up, and coming up fast.

Apparently, the students received a treat to go to Easter Island! Asa Matthias looked over to Rosie and wondered if she would hang out with him, or with Bryce and his girlfriend. Not knowing the answer, Asa walked up to the Slytherin dungeons to get changed into his Muggle clothing. Once he finished that, the fourth year walked down to the classroom once more and found his seat again. The little mummy looked freaky as ever. Once everyone arrived, Asa walked up and touched that portkey. The sensation was horrible. He explored the area, as bored as ever. No one could hate this class as much as he did (or so he thought). Asa was glad when they could go back to the classroom. He had so many other things to do, except not really.
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Year & House: Slytherin First Year
Lesson Missed: 1-5

Lesson 1:
It was well into the first week of lessons, and Astarte Snow did not really know where she should go. Class or elsewhere? Rather than face the wrath of her parents, she decided to go to the class. She sighed wearily as she made her way through the halls, her petite form not getting lost among the crowd because of her hair at least. She was beautiful, because of her Veela blood. She had to thank her father for that. She let out a breath as she entered the classroom, and found a seat near the back. She placed her head upon her hand, that was resting on her elbow. Astarte looked down at the wooden desk, and wondered if today was going to be a waste of time or not. She was pretty sure that it would be. Things were just so boring here at the school. She missed her brother.

Now that the room was filled with other first years, the professor introduced himself as Professor Spenser. They were going over some rules, and she looked up to see that the rules were common sense. She would not have to do anything really. She did not bother writing them down. Apparently the time went by too quickly in the class, and then they were assigned seats. And then some student passed around some sheets of paper. Once she received her copy, it was just a sheet to fill out about himself. She sighed and she filled it out before she left the classroom. They were dismissed early, which was a good thing. Even then.

Lesson 2:
Well into week two, and Astarte Snow had yet to really make friends. She did not know where that was coming from, since she had no sense of socializing. She did not find anyone that she found could be interesting, and she was wondering why that was. Her mom had a lot of friends in school. But the only one that stayed was her now husband, and Astarte’s father. Oh well. Astarte filed into the classroom behind the other first years, and she settled into the seat that she sat in last time. She figured that this week would be a little more exciting, since she would have actual lesson material to go over. It was better than nothing at all. Astarte stared ahead with her green eyes, as she narrowed them upon the professor. Astarte combed her fingers through her hair, and waited for the lesson to begin.

They were welcomed back, and told that the professor had read over all the assignments. Now it was time for a brief lecture. Astarte got out her things so that she could take the notes. Apparently this lecture was going back to the Medieval times, and the student that answered the question said Merlin, so she knew what the subject was over. Astarte no longer looked at the professor anymore, and she started to take notes. She knew that Merlin had a hand in helping raise King Arthur. However as soon as she heard something about Morgan La Fey, she stopped writing. That name sounded familiar but she brushed it off. And apparently the Sword in the Stone was true. That was not really something that she knew of anyway. And now they were dismissed. Astarte put her notes away, gathered her things and left the classroom without so much as an emotion on her face.

Lesson 3:
Running through the corridors, the Slytherin first year was late to class. Astarte Snow overslept and even missed breakfast. There was nothing she could do to prevent that from happening again. She slept through all the alarms, and would hit someone if they tried to wake her up from her sleep. With her bag bouncing off of her back, she skid to a stop in the middle of the classroom, and found her seat. She tried to catch her breath as she found her writing utensils. She needed t learn on how to get things done, and sleep at the same time. How can she bother with school when she had so many things, other things, to do? Astarte was frustrated. She could not find the time for all her naps, homework and attending classes. Life as a first year was so frustrating. She could not wait until the break.

Astarte got out her quill, a bottle of green ink and then her parchment so that she could take notes over whatever they were talking about, and apparently it was the Salem Witch Trials with the burnings of those that were accused by muggles of being witches. Like they were know. They were placed back in the seventeenth century. Then again she wondered if any muggles were led by fear, and had something else against them other than just suspicions. They were told a lot about the Salem Town, and she doubted that she was going to have to listen to this for too long, but she knew that there was a Salem in the United States, and they celebrated holidays religiously. But that was all she knew, until now. She made sure to get the facts, and then she heard about the witch cake, which did not make much sense at all. She wrinkled her nose. The lecture was very long, but she got everything down. She packed her things, and she left the classroom.

Lesson 4:
The fourth week arrived not a moment too soon, and the weeks were passing by pretty quickly. Astarte Snow arrived to the classroom, but she sighed. She did not want to be here. She wanted to be curled up on her bed, sleeping. But no. Classes had to start in the morning after breakfast. After she ate so much, she needed a nap but the professors did not seem to understand that. They just wanted their students in there, suffering and listening to lectures. Astarte hated this school, and she could not blame her mother for being expelled. Sometimes, she wondered if she did that on purpose. Did she want an escape? Should Astarte do the same thing? Not since her cousin was expelled. That was pretty brutal. She shifted her thoughts to the lesson ahead.

They were told that today was wonderful, but Astarte could beg a differ. She looked up at the mummy that the professor was holding up, and she raised an eyebrow. Well, she heard that they were going on a field trip. So the mummy must be a portkey. And she was right. She had never heard of the Museum that they were going to, but it was in the capital of the United States that she did not ever want to visit, but it appeared that they would have to. Astarte stood up, and she turned from the others as she removed the robes. She then walked forward, and placed her hand on the mummy when they were told to. While the trip was not horrible, they would have to deal with the rough trip. Astarte shook her head, and it woke her up. She accepted the pass, and heard that they had four hours. Astarte wondered around, not really looking at anything before the class soon went back to the school. Good, being around muggles made him need to shower immediately.

Lesson 5:
It was heading into the fifth week, which meant that it was super close to the holidays, and even the Yule Ball, which Astarte Snow had no interest in attending. She was going to sleep while all the couples snogged. She knew a few would be snogging, and none of them would be her. That was nasty. Astarte shuddered when she thought about couples at the Yule Ball, as she walked into the classroom. It was time again for another lesson of suffering, and not even the good kind. She wondered if her parents would teach her anything that would not be considered appropriate in the schools. Maybe Durmstrang. She was not sure. She walked into the classroom and took a seat, before she prepared for the lesson, which should be rather short.

Astarte could really tell that the professor was tired today because of the sound of her voice. She spent all night grading papers? Well, that was not her idea of a good time but she was not going to complain either. She was going to be enduring a short lesson which was good enough for the Slytherin. Short lessons meant that she would not have to stay in here that long, and that was definitely ideal for the first year. The moment that the man spoke about the boy who lived, Astarte looked confused. However she barely raised her hand since she had heard of him almost never. Another student answered the question, but she didn't think that she could. To her relief, the class was dismissed. Astarte gathered her things and he left the classroom.
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Year & House: Slytherin Seventh Year
Lesson Missed: 1

One thing that Erik Metzger looked forward to was history. Professor Spenser was still teaching, which was relieving to the seventh year’s ears. He was glad to still have the same. It was about time that someone stuck around for all of his years of schooling. It was weird to think that someone would be around for as long as his head of house. Professor Spenser might be like that, but he had not heard much when it came down to guessing how long that someone was going to be here for. He had been here for as long as he could remember. Erik waited in his seat, once he arrived, for the lesson to begin. It would be any moment now.

They were going to be here for the last time. He looked down at his hands because he was both happy and sad that he was leaving. His future was ahead of him, and he did not know what he wanted to do. Dietrich was a Quidditch star. Erik thought that he might just go into keeping magical creatures. They were not going to be learning much, but they were going to be revising from the previous years. Good, because Erik did not remember any of it! Professor Spenser dismissed them. He picked his things up and left the classroom for the week.
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Victoire Fontaine
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It had not exactly been the best of weeks for Victoire in attempting to keep her head down and out of trouble and out of the way of the boys with whom she was just trying to figure out, the magazine had thrown an unwanted spanner in the works, she didn't like being referred to as a mudblood, and much less in front of the entire school who now knew about what she was. It had never been a secret, she had never hidden what she was but it seemed a little crazy that now everyone knew and most specifically everyone knew her by that one word which she had really grown to hate. But, in all that she was still trying to figure out her issues with Alex, and perhaps even talk to Jean about what had been said about them. Victoire was trying to do all this, while focusing all of her attention on the OWLs which were fast approaching and given that she had a very serious desire to prove herself she was studying in every other moment. That being said, she did have to go to class so the teen had all her belongings for the class in her bag and headed to the room.

Victoire sat down in the classroom and looked to the professor at the front who was easily one of her favourites in the entire school and then focused her attention on her notes, this class seemed to vary between long and short lectures and honestly the girl was really hoping for a long lecture. She knew that most wouldn't but to her a long lecture was a great thing, she looked at him as he began explain what they'd be doing and she began to take notes over what was being said, having no trouble in following along with the professor and finding it oddly interesting what they were learning about, in all her time enjoying history greek mythology had to be one of the topics she had barely given a second thought to, but with the classes she did at this school she thought more of it and thought of just how highly interesting it was. She took a note of the story which the professor suggested, thinking the name familiar but not placing it, she thought that perhaps in her own language it would be far more. However with that done the girl headed straight out the room and to the library.
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Lydia Warrick
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Lydia Archer was preparing a lot for the up coming games in quidditch and also to figure out if the classes she had picked were right with her, unlike with her brother who had just taken all of the classes that he could, the girl had been more reasonable, choosing only to do what she found interesting and then opting to decide from that if what she was doing was in fact reasonable or to her liking, and this semester had been the point where she could decide such things, as much as Lydia enjoyed her classes she just wasn't as studious as her brother, and she didn't take as much enjoyment from learning as he clearly did, but this wasn't to the detriment of anything, just a general fact about her life. She liked sports, she liked quidditch and she liked being active rather than just sitting around doing nothing being lectured at. She knew that lectures were important but she was so much more about the active learning, doing the spells and things like that. However, this didn't meant that she didn't go to classes, in fact it was still something that she actively did.

Lydia found the history of magic lessons to really be a massive drag, there was little about them that she really found interesting, especially when all it was were long, somewhat interesting but ultimately too long lectures about things she knew next to nothing about. No matter what Lydia tried she just couldn't keep interested in the class, so more often than not she didn't even bother listening too much, just taking what notes she could and figuring the rest out from the reading and the homework. Which was no different from when the professor began talking about stonehenge, while having heard of the place, Lydia had never been and she thought of it as pretty interesting but following what the professor was saying was not the easiest of tasks, and she usually had to work hard to be able keep up and eventually the class was brought to an end, she took a note of the homework and then headed to the library where she knew Stefan would be able to help her with her work.
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Rudolf Lagowski
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Year & House: 1st Year Gryffindor
Lesson Missed: 4

Rudolf stepped into the History of Magic classroom fully anticipating another lecture. Though he quite enjoyed learning about ancient times and powerful witches and wizards, the young Gryffindor could have used a break. Exams were nearing, and even the usually level headed boy was struggling to keep up.

Rudolf slid into his seat and looked up. A field trip! The thought alone brightened him considerably, and he sat up attentively. Even if he didn't plan on following every single one of Professor Spenser's rules, he supposed it looked good to pretend he was paying attention. Soon enough the students gathered around the small mummy portkey, and after a mildly uncomfortable journey, they arrived outside the Smithsonian Museum. Rudolf's feet itched to hurry away before they'd even been told how long they had. It was great that they could wander off without supervision - Rudolf doubted any other Professor would have had the guts to do that with Hemi Te Rua around.

Soon enough, Rudolf galloped off and descended the brilliant marble steps into the museum. The gallery was alive with exhibits and information, all of which Rudolf wished he could soak up for hours. Poor Reuben must have hated coming here last semester, though Rudolf surmised he'd probably livened things up by jumping out at people from behind the exhibits. The Gryffindor took notes as he went, and when he checked the clock on the wall, there were only ten minutes left of the trip. Sighing sadly, he headed back to the Professor and awaited everyone to join them. This had been the best lesson ever.
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Year & House: Ravenclaw Fifth Years
Lesson Missed: 1, 3, 4
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Year & House: Slytherin Seventh Year
Lesson Missed: 3-4

Lesson 3:
The third week slowly crawled by, not that Erik Metzger was complaining. He was just glad to be back in classes, especially now that he and his girlfriend went on their first official date not long ago. That was definitely a relief. He thought that he acted like a fool, but that was not the case. He walked toward the classroom, sure that the class would be there waiting, mainly due to him running slightly, ever so slightly, late. He walked into the classroom once he arrived, and found his seat in a hurry. He was not surprised that the class was just about to begin, but more so that he even made it in time. Erik was at least familiar with this castle. The one at Durmstrang, he was lost for many weeks before he figured out where in the world he needed to go. It was miserable. Now, it was time for the quizzes, and Erik got right to work. This over first and second year material, which was harder for him to remember than anything else. He filled out the sheet and turned it in, after he was sure that he was getting the right answers. Merlin was certainly a popular person, so that was easier for him to remember that. He left the classroom for the time being.
Lesson 4:
It was well into the fourth week of lessons, and Erik Metzger was actually settled back into classes, which was odd since he was still somewhat used to Hogwarts, rather than the school he attended for a semester. Durmstrang was okay, but it did manage to strike his interest into Quidditch. Not that he wanted to play it professionally, but for fun. He would never join the house team. He had long since decided against it. Plus, he was sure that he and the captain would get into fights due to the fact that the boy had something against his little sister. He loved Belladonna with a passion, and would always love her. She was a fireball, and she, like he, loved the fact that their little family was reunited. Complete. Soon, to have more siblings. That was exciting. He would be older but it was still very cool. He looked up and brushed his thoughts aside. This was another quiz, which was definitely hard to work with, because of the amount of field trips that they went on a long time ago. Erik had to use the sheets that Professor Spenser handed out to help him. He eventually finished, so he walked out of the classroom, hoping he remembered everything from the previous years.
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