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| First Years: Lesson Two; *Archived* Slytherins and Gryffindors | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 6 2018, 05:37 AM (226 Views) | |
| Professor Kalif Styx | Jan 6 2018, 05:37 AM Post #1 |
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Patriarch of the Zhefarovich Family, Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Slytherin Head of House, Former Death Eater, Legilimens, Occlumens
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Professor Styx glanced up at the time and he realized that it was, once again, time for the first years to return to their lessons, and this time, he had to teach them. This lesson was about a certain someone that he knew all about - even met once or twice. Professor Styx was in fact a Death Eater a long time ago, but has left since the Dark Lord's fall. He was doing his job though, as a professor for the time being. And it suited him. He took role mentally, and he stood up to begin the lesson once more. His onyx eyes washed over the expressions the first years had. They were not going to enjoy this lesson, however it was full of information that they would need. He began, "The Dark Arts are not to be meddled with, and most of you have thought, well why not? The question will be answered this class period. We will learn the consequences of the Dark Arts, and also of someone who had meddled with them a little too much." The emotions on his face were stone-like, and unreadable. He continued, "Notes will be required as well for this lesson, and I will not slow down on this lecture. You all should know that the punishment for performing Dark Arts is Azkaban, which is the wizarding prison guarded by Dementors in cause some of you are unfamiliar with the wizarding world." Professor Styx paused for a moment, to ensure that everyone was taking in the information that he was giving them. "If some of you think that you would not get caught, then it is untrue as the signs are inevitable." Professor Styx flourished his wand and he tapped the blackboard behind him and an image appeared. ![]() Professor Styx saw that some if not all of the students were confused on who this Slytherin student was. He continued on, "This is a former Hogwarts student named Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr.. He is a mass murderer, torturer and also an abuser of the Dark Arts. He is seventeen here, and he had been practicing the Dark Arts for a while during this time. As you can see, he looked somewhat normal. He had little to no friends at all, and distanced everyone from him." Professor Styx watched as the other students seemed to be taking notes. "You should remember this as what your parents and grandparents would describe him as." He tapped the board again and another image appeared. ![]() Several students gasped as the picture went through their little minds. "This would be Lord Voldemort, a self given name, and he had once tried to take over the wizarding world and purge it of all the muggles, muggle-borns and blood traitors alike. He had gone further than anyone of using the Dark Arts, even of some of which that we would not dare name. Using the Dark Arts like this will take a huge toll on your appearance, your personality and your soul. The Dark Arts will tear you away from your loved ones and those that love you." Professor Styx tapped the board again and the picture melted off of the board, and replaced with the homework assignment. Though he went over the words that he thought and shook his head. He instead wrapped up the lesson and continued, "The assignment is an essay on the Dark Arts and the effects on the caster. You are to have it ready by the next time you set foot in here. Class is dismissed." Professor Styx crossed over and sat behind the desk, the doors opening to allow the students to leave the classroom. Assignment: Roleplay the lesson and do the assignment. This is the header you use for the assignment. Defence Against the Dark Arts,1,2 |
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| Alkander Avaskadiras | Jan 6 2018, 11:43 AM Post #2 |
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Thrill Seeker | Spontaneous | Nemophilist
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Defense against the dark arts was another class that the gryffindor really looked forward too. He arrived early at the dark classroom to secure a front row seat. He had listened to what the professor had highlighted last class and he had brought both note-taking equipment and his wand. He didn't know whether it was going to be a lecture or a spell casting session so he was ready for both. As soon as the room was filled with first years, the professor stood up expressionless to begin the lesson. Alkander took a piece of parchment and his quill ready to write down notes as they were instructed and pocketed his wand. We wasn't going to use it for this class. He started scribbling down swiftly as the professor went on. He raised his head from his notes to see the young man whose image appeared on the blackboard. He reminded it him someone but he wasn't sure who was that, until the second image of a repulsive man. "That's Voldemort!" He gasped, instantly recognizing the repellent figure who was one of the most notorious dark wizards of modern wizarding history. Alkander pondered upon the effects that dark arts had on the practitioners. The change between the first image and the second was dramatic. Surprisingly enough, Alkander wanted to start this assignment as soon as possible. The usually not so studious gryffindor had found intriguing the subject and wanted to learn more. When the class was dismissed, he went straight to the library in search of a relevant book to begin with his assignment and progress a bit before lunch.
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| Zoe Harkness | Jan 6 2018, 02:01 PM Post #3 |
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Youngest | Carrier of the family legacy | Rule-bender
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Zoe reentered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom and shivered slightly under the Professor^s gaze. He was serious, and she could not tell what the lesson would bring. The Professor then proceeded to introduce the concept of the Dark Arts, and when he made an image appear on the board she gasped. She knew the image was the young Voldemort - the very He Who Shall Not Be Named. She remembered Mariah telling her all about him, and all he had done. Zoe feared him even though she knew that he could not hurt her. She knew he had been defeated, but she still got a foreboding feeling at the thought of him. She glanced at the students around her and saw that many of them did not share in her realisation. The number of students who recognised him increased as the Professor then changed the image into the more common appearance of Tom Riddle. Zoe kept her mouth tightly shut for the rest of the lesson, the image of...He Who Shall Not Be Named scarred into her mind. The assignment they received at the end of the lesson did not seem daunting, and she wanted to get it done as soon as possible so she could focus on something else.
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| Sapphire Michaels | Jan 7 2018, 12:17 PM Post #4 |
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Snarky - Overly Protective - Clever - Sweet Tooth
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Sapphire slipped into the classroom with the other students, thankful for once that Alkander was in this class with her. She spotted him, already seated, and sat down smoothly next to him. He would never let her live it down if he knew she was intimidated by Professor Styx. She had her pen and parchment ready, and she took careful note of everything her head of house told them. She was actually interested in this class, curious to see what the difference between wizard good and evil was. She watched the board with interest. That first one was actually sorta cute, with that charming grin and- ugh! She winced and leaned back a touch without thinking about it when the second image popped up. No, never mind. What happened to him? She was sure it was in the History of Hogwarts book that was in her bag. She would read into it later. As soon as class was dismissed she slipped quietly out the door and back to the common room. She would hand in her assignment to Professor Styx's office before she went to bed that night.
Edited by Sapphire Michaels, Jan 7 2018, 12:26 PM.
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| Anora Walsh | Jan 7 2018, 04:59 PM Post #5 |
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What is life but one grand adventure?
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At this point in time, Defense Against the Dark Arts was probably Anora's favorite class. She had really enjoyed the first lesson and was looking forward to the second. Anora skipped into the classroom with a large smile stretched across her face and sat in a seat near the front of the classroom so that she could get a good view of the lesson. When Professor Styx entered the classroom, Anora noticed a few of the students slumping down into their seats in fear. She let out a small laugh — Anora still thought that Professor Styx was like a puppy on the inside. As Professor Styx began the lesson, Anora took out her quill and parchment and began to take notes on everything he was saying. She was excited that they would actually be learning about the Dark Arts today, as it was a topic that she found quite interesting. A part of her wanted to try them out just to see what it would be like, but upon hearing that the punishment for performing Dark Arts was Azkaban, the idea quickly left Anora's head. When Professor Styx waved his wand and an image of a teenage boy appeared on the board, Anora's first thought was dang, he's kinda hot... Upon learning that he was a mass murderer, Anora quickly stopped dreaming about him and instead wondered why all of the hot guys had to be evil. She felt bad when Professor Styx mentioned that he had little to no friends and wondered if he wouldn't be evil if he actually had good friends. When Professor Styx waved his wand again and changed the image, Anora gasped. She didn't gasp like the other students did upon seeing Voldemort, she gasped because she couldn't fathom why someone would want to look like a bald vampire! Anora leaned forward and noticed that Tom/Voldemort had slits for a nose and she wondered why on earth someone would want to chop their nose off.. Scratch that, the mental images in her head were too disturbing to keep thinking about it! The class was dismissed and Anora looked forward to the homework assignment. She hoped that in completing the assignment, she would gain some insight on why Tom Riddle decided to turn into a creepy bald wizard who took delight in murdering people.
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| Mazikeen Roe | Jan 8 2018, 10:47 AM Post #6 |
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roaring fun | chaotic cub
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[justify]Being from a magical family had meant that Maze’s education was a little lacking. She had been excited about the prospect of going to magical school and knew that there would be elements of it that she wouldn’t enjoy, but so far school had been surprisingly fun. She hadn’t done much admittedly, but she had enjoyed herself and that was her favourite part about anything, if she could find a way to enjoy herself then of course she would do that. The young gryffindor was getting herself ready for the day, was putting her books and the few, small notes she had taken over the first week into her bag. It wasn’t much, they really hadn’t done a lot, but she wanted to be sure she had everything, Mazikeen was still trying to make a good impression upon her professors. The girl finished grabbing what she would need and then grabbed her wand, and made sure that her hair wasn’t too all over the place. At it’s current length it was often quite hard to keep it up, but Mazikeen had it done properly. With that Maze left for the class, excited about what this week might bring. Mazikeen had enjoyed her first week, but she was even happier when she was able start learning more in each of her classes. The gryffindor walked happily into the defence against the dark arts classroom and took the same seat as in the last week, hoping that eventually they'd be able to change up the seats since she couldn't help but think it would be nice to sit with different people occasionally. She took out her notes and placed them in front of her as the professor got started on what he was teaching. Today it seemed to be about the effects of dark magic, which she felt went without saying but clearly it needed saying. The girl wrote down what he was saying, lightly following along with what was being said. She then was surprised as he showed them two pictures the before and after, and she couldn't help but be surprised by the state of how the person looked by the end. How different they were, what level of dark magic did that. Mazikeen made sure to write down all that the man was saying and then took a note of the homework before leaving the classroom. [/justify] |
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| Zennon Baros | Jan 9 2018, 03:59 PM Post #7 |
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Secrets run deeper than scars
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[justify] Zennon wasn't a huge fan of lectures. He liked studying alright, but he preferred it to be on his own terms and not the terms set by everyone else. As a pureblood, Zennon knew that he was probably privy to things that muggleborns and some halfbloods, who'd no early education, wouldn't have been, but in saying that, he didn't know all that much about Dark Arts or how to defend himself against it. Truth be told, he'd never thought about possibly needing it given his parents didn't use it for anything. They were just your average run of the mill family, mostly. Stepping into the classroom of his head of house, Zennon made sure to sit near the front, he didn't want to be accused of not listening. Though Zennon wasn't a fan of authority or the way schools worked in general, he certainly wasn't going to start anything with his head of house present. That would surely be a disaster mission, he didn't want to be put in detention either, he liked his free time thanks. As soon as the lesson started, Zennon had a horrible sense of foreboding that this class was not going to be forgotten quickly. Zennon may have had a decent understanding of those that meddled with the dark arts, learning about them somewhat as a child, but a lot of other people did not, namely those of muggle heritage. This would be a class they would remember for years to come.
Zennon looked over his notes and tried to remove the horrifying image of Voldemort from his mind. Though he was not afraid to say it, like some were, he was aware that he had been an incredibly terrifying wizard in his day and that if it were not for Harry Potter, the entire wizarding world might have suffered greatly for all he'd done. [/justify] |
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| Anastasie Vernier | Jan 12 2018, 12:22 AM Post #8 |
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french | prejudice | musical | trying to fit in
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[justify]The first week of being at school had gone well for Anastasie. However, she was a bit disappointed with the lack of content she had been learning in each class. They were mostly just introductions and she hoped that this week would be different and when they would actually be learning something useful. The girl was getting ready for her day and packed everything she needed. She had several classes she had to go to and hoped that each of them would provide her with new learning material. After all, learning and making friends was what school was all about. Anastasie entered the Defence Against The Dark Arts classroom and took her usual seat in the room. She was glad that the professor for the subject was strict as it meant that the students felt it was their obligation to stay quiet and out of trouble which meant less distraction for the Slytherin. Ana listened as the professor began talking about Tom Riddle. He seemed like such an ordinary student at school but little did his classmates know that he would come to be one of the most powerful and well-known wizards in the world. This slightly frightened the first year as it meant that anyone in the room could go on and do the exact same thing. When the lesson ended, Ana left the classroom and headed straight to her next class, intending to do the homework in the library later.[/justify] |
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| Gwen Owens-Lee | Jan 14 2018, 04:49 AM Post #9 |
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adopted | firey | adventurous
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Gwen wrinkled her face in disgust as she entered the cold atmosphere of the Defence Against The Dark Arts classroom. She didn't mind the subject but hated the fact it was taught in such a boring atmosphere with such a strict professor and took her seat quietly as she eyed the professor at the front of the classroom. They were of course going to be lectured and Gwen sighed frustratingly as she took out her writing equipment, attempting to write notes on what was being said. She had heard about Volemort before from her parents and grandparents and was glad that he no longer existed. It made Gwen feel safer that there was no longer anyone without a nose attempting to take over the wizarding world. When the lesson ended the Gryffindor left the classroom, happy that the lesson was finally over. |
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| Jacob Kingsley | Jan 15 2018, 09:48 AM Post #10 |
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Jacob's mother considered Professor Styx a friend, and when he'd heard her use those words, his eyes had nearly bugged out of his head. That was impossible. Professor Styx didn't look like he knew anything about being friends or fun which was why he was in his seat, notebook open and quill at the ready. He waved at Zennon across the room. Having chosen seats in week one before he'd known Zennon, Jacob had ended up well away from his friend which was probably for the best. It would certainly save them getting in trouble in front of their peers. As the professor began his lecture, Jacob listened. He knew some of the story of Lord Voldemort not only because it was an important part of wizarding history but also because it related to his cousins. Still, as he listened, he learned a few things. He never knew that performing dark magic could actually alter your appearance. He'd been down to the Wizengamot chambers once, and the people he'd seen there had looked pretty normal, a little messy maybe. But this was something else. Jacob had always assumed a spell had backfired on Voldemort, but no, it was his dark side escaping his body. That was creepy. Packing up as the lesson ended, Jacob was happy to leave the room. |
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| Sam Mackintosh | Jan 15 2018, 05:21 PM Post #11 |
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Overachiever | Tomboy | Hates stereotypes and cliches | Hogwarts Monthly Intern
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[justify]The first week at the castle had almost been a breeze for the first year Slytherin, and she had enjoyed her first couple of days. She had befriended one or two people, she was on the way to making a few more and she wasn't stressing too much yet about homework and getting everything right. Although she wasn't too stressed, however, Sam did feel this much more pressure on her shoulders in particular from her father to do well so that he knew he made the right choice with sending his youngest children to Hogwarts in New Zealand, as opposed to the one in Scotland. Having only one parent made it slightly harder to keep up with everything and she couldn't imagine how Alex must have felt. Though now she had Ryder. Sam felt bad for him, to have been dragged into this situation with them, but as long as Alex was more relaxed with him around the blonde could focus on herself more. She watched as Professor Styx, not to be confused with the History of Magic Styx, began the lesson. Despite many of her classmates thinking the man was intimidating, Sam decided that wouldn't bother her as she sat in the front. He was her head of house too, so she would have to get used to him and his ways anyway, and to her it was better sooner than later. The girl tried not to freak out, not even on the inside, as they were taught about Voldemort - not because of what they were learning but because of how different he looked. What on earth was that man thinking? It was one unattractive look. No doubt. She was more than relieved when the image vanished from the board. Sam blinked, finished up her notes for this lesson and when they were allowed to leave, she packed up and left, the content of this lesson on her mind. [/justify] |
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