Second Years, Lesson One

"Hello, everyone," Gabrielle greeted, giving the class a small smile and nod as they took their seats. She didn't really mind where they sat too much, as long as they didn't start chattering and disturbing the class. "For those of you who do not know me for some reason or have developed convenient amnesia over the holidays, I'm Professor Moncrieffe, and I am your professor for first through fourth year History of Magic. We don't need to stand on formality, but please do address me respectfully and not rudely." It was important to set ground rules for the class, and maintain them. "Makes it easier for me to do the same back." She hoped that would lighten the mood a little. There were plenty of teachers she'd come across in her time who didn't respect their students. They were usually the worst kind.

"This year we'll be looking at a couple of major figures in history, and we'll be writing a few essays as well. I'll go over essay writing in class if you would like. I'm not looking for perfect structure at this stage, but we'll work up towards improving your writing over time." She gave a sympathetic smile to the class. It wasn't the most thrilling subject to talk about, but it was important for all their subjects, not just History of Magic. "You'll thank me when you get to your OWLs and NEWTs."

"Just a short lesson today. I won't keep you too long, as I'm sure you have plenty of gossiping about your holidays to do," Gabrielle joked, raising an eyebrow at the class. "If you are struggling with History, or with any of your classes, especially in the theoretical side of things, please come see me. I can promise you a cup of tea and no judgement. Unless you're coming to tell me how much you hate history. I might judge you then. But I can't help you if you don't say anything. We're here to help, but I'm not a mind reader and I can't necessarily help you unless you tell me what you need." Gabrielle gave a pointed look, smoothing down her robes again. "And if you're finding it easy, and want to learn some more unique and interesting things, I can help you out. I'm sure there's plenty of more exciting research projects out there that are so fascinating you might not even think of them as work." That might at least work for the Ravenclaws. Especially since she wasn't really offering house points for it. Knowledge was a greater reward, at least so Gabrielle thought. "Anyway, that's all for today. Go on and get fresh air and make the most of not getting hand cramps."

Homework
RP the lesson. Please make sure to read over the Classroom Policy!
 
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Mania marched into her History of Magic lesson still in her plain boring uniform, she hadn't yet finished the tie skirt but it was halfway done! Giving a grin to her new favourite Professor the Gryffindor went by her desk. "Here Professor, I brought you a flower to brighten the first week of lessons!" She said with her usual excited tone, dropping the rose she'd picked from the grounds herself. Nobody had ever told them not to so she'd taken just one rose, surely that wouldn't be too bad? There was plenty more where that came from. Mania then skipped to take a seat at the front of the room and listened carefully, though there wasn't much to the lesson today. The Professor did not have to tell the second year twice to go enjoy the day outside, as soon as they were dismissed she skipped out.
 
Theo was excited to be back at school, he didn't mind classes and sure they were boring from time to time but he was still quite keen to learn. The Ravenclaw quickly made his way towards his history of magic classroom and then took a seat near the front of the classroom. Not very close to the front, but a few rows down so he could at least hear the professor a little better. He then took out the things he needed for the lesson before putting them out on the desk in front of him.

Theo then moved his attention towards the professor as the professor got started with the lesson. The Ravenclaw contained is slight sigh of annoyance when they were told that they would be doing essays. Essays were always boring to do, and they were quite time-consuming if he was being honest. Theo was glad they hadn't gotten straight into something new, considering it was in fact the first week back.

It wasn't long before the lesson had come to an end and they were dismissed. Theo quickly packed up his things, said a quick thanks and goodbye to the professor before heading out the door with his friends and the rest of his classmates.
 
Miles couldn't really say that he enjoyed History of Magic much last year. The field trip had been fun, he supposed, but most of the lessons had just been boring lectures he couldn't say he cared much about. So, he wasn't holding out much hope that this year was going to be any different. Still, he took his seat in the classroom, pulling out his things as he listened to what the Professor had to say. It sounded as though it was just going to be another year full of lectures, so nothing really to get all too excited about. At least the lesson was a short one, Miles happily gathering together his things and leaving the classroom once they had all been dismissed.
 
Finley smiled and waved at both Finley and Mania when he walked past them in the classroom, to sit over in the corner at the front. Mania, of course, was being her normal self when she took a flower to the professor and pouted. She’d not thought to get him one, now he was just offended. He shook his head and rolled his eyes at her before poking his tongue out at his friend and then paying attention to the Professor. He liked Professor Moncrieffe, he liked it when she told funny stories about history and she always made them sound so interesting, which made him want to learn more about them than anything else she could have said. History should be fun in his opinion. He was pleased this wasn’t a long lecture lesson, because he didn’t like those much, and when the class ended, he quickly caught up to Mania to follow her out.​
 
Aaron somehow managed to drag himself out of bed this morning, he really hated the September weather because it really wasn’t warm enough for him and he always felt cold when he wasn’t home. It didn’t help that the Philippines just didn’t have weather like other countries, it was hot and rainy or warm and not rainy, that was basically it - they were quite tropical. He slipped into his seat with a yawn, having not wanted to get out of bed at all - he’d missed breakfast and everything - he didn’t think he would get used to being back at school again, not like this. He sighed at the mention of essays, but supposed he wasn’t that surprised - and then sighed again, but in relief, when he realised there would be no lecture this week. Good, less writing for him then, he still was not used to quills. He did make notes about the classroom policies though, because he was used to those changing every year with a new teacher so it was just a habit he’d picked up from school. He didn’t think he would take up her offer for help, but kept a note just in case and when the class ended he was one of the first to leave.​
 
Christa sat in the History of Magic classroom with her chin propped up in her hand waiting for the class to begin, she’d accidentally been a little too early because she’d misread the time on her watch, and showed up half an hour before the class was due to start, so she’d waited outside until she could get in, mostly staring at the walls. She knew if she left she wouldn’t have come back, probably having misread the time again. It was hard on this watch, because the numbers were weird. Her parents had tried to be fancy and the numbers were sort of all over the place, and there was a special trick to reading the watch that she constantly forgot - she was probably going to have to ask them to get a normal one, but she felt awful enough at not liking the gift very much - she didn’t want to make it worse by telling them she didn’t like it - she was trying to be greatful. The class itself was always interesting, but she wasn’t surprised this was only a sort of short lesson - they were being eased back in after the break and honestly she kind of appreciated it. Once the class ended, she nodded to Professor Moncrieffe and headed on out.​
 
Peregrine didn't have any real problems with History of Magic, writing was never an issue for her what with all the practice she'd done with Uncle Gaius. Not to mention the writing she'd been doing for the paper. It may not have always been the most interesting topics to write about, but it wasn't terribly boring by any means. She did need to get better at structuring her writing, her uncle had vaguely mentioned it but hadn't pushed too hard because he didn't want to push her away from writing entirely. Casting spells was a little bit more fun but at least it wasn't maths. The complicated things she'd had to start learning confused her greatly. Words were much easier to deal with. She was always that bit slower to leave the class once they were dismissed than everyone else, but she had to take particular care of her quills and ink. She couldn't imagine the heart attack she'd give her uncle if she just threw the quill in her bag without thinking.
 
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