First Years, Lesson One

“Good morning, everyone,” Gabrielle greeted as the first years finally settled into their seats after a couple of minutes of rabble at the start of the lesson. She looked around the room, taking in the faces of the students. Gabrielle was determined to keep a sharp eye out, wanting to make sure the law was laid down early enough. Some of the other teachers were perhaps a little bit too lenient, although no doubt warmer and easier to get along with for the students. “Welcome to History of Magic. I'm Professor Moncrieffe, I was born in Bermuda, and I’ll be your teacher until fifth year. So, I’m going to go through the roll. When I call your name, if you could please just raise your hand, tell me if you have something you’d prefer me to call you, like a nickname or if you go by your middle name or something like that, and tell me where you’re from." She paused for a second. "Yes, I know you all hate these exercises, I do too, but it’ll help me put faces to names.”

She went through the list, making a couple of notes as she went before finally reaching the end. “Thank heavens that won’t take nearly as long next time. Alright, so this year we’ll go over some beginner topics - Merlin, witch trials, and so on. For some of you, this will all be completely new, for others, don’t discount it, you may actually still learn something if you bother to listen.” She gave a wry smirk, knowing some students from wizarding families would probably think they knew everything already. “Sure, we may not be doing any spells, but you won’t be doing yourself any favours if you tune out just because of that. If you come into any of your classes expecting to be bored from the outset, you're setting yourself up for failure. Besides, there’s more to magic than just wand waving and incantations, or huddling over cauldrons. You may find that understanding where we come from and knowing more about the world around you is far more useful than being able to turn a beetle into a button, just quietly.”

"But for now, since we've got a bit of time left...why don't you take the opportunity to chat amongst yourselves for a bit? Talk to people not in your house, make friends if you've just been hiding out in your own house all year so far, reintroduce yourselves, talk about your holidays. You know, socialize and what not."
With that, she left the students to it, wandering around the classroom to keep an eye on things and talk to any students who had any questions or asking them a little more about themselves, before they were eventually dismissed.

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RP the lesson. Feel free to tag me if you want me to interact being nosy about your character! You are also welcome to godmod Gabrielle asking more about where you’re from. Don't forget to read over the Classroom Policy!
 
Isla really didn't want to learn about history. Why should she care what happened to a bunch of stuffy old wizards a hundred years ago? She didn't, she wouldn't, and no professor could make her. Even more annoying was Professor Moncrieffe asking the students to introduce themselves, Isla rolled her eyes as students started to follow her instruction, eventually falling to her. "Isla Warrick, can't really shorten Isla to anything, and I'm technically from New Zealand but I lived in England for a while," Isla spent the rest of the lesson listening to the others, talking to Astrid and pretending to take notes. Once the lesson was over she packed up her things and left the classroom.
 
Nadia didn't yet know if she liked History of magic, or even the idea of it. But what she did know was that she wanted to be good at it. It was important to her that she was good at everything she tried. She took a seat near the front in the classroom and listened to Professor Moncrieffe while she introduced herself, then turned the tables and had them introduce themselves too. She sat and waited, listening to the other students introduce themselves and paying attention to the ones she didn't know, until it was her turn. "Hi I'm Nadia, I don't have a nickname, no ones ever given me one but I suppose Nadia is short enough, and I live in New Zealand," She listened to the others and then took notes on some of the subjects they were expected to learn about during the semester. Once the lesson was over she packed up and left the classroom.
 
Rose's mind had been all over the place since the holidays, although maybe things would be easier once they were back at school, back in the rhythm and routine of classes. Taking a seat on her own in her frist History lesson of the year, Rose was looking forward to a more academic lesson, something she could really sink her teeth into and use a good indicator of how to be a good witch.

When her name was called, she raised her hand. "I'm Rosé," she smiled at the professor. "Rosé is fine, but if you call me Ro, that's my sister," she added with a glance to another Gryffindor in the room. Rouge was the one that went by Ro or Roo, not her. She didn't have a nickname. "We're from New Zealand," perhaps it wasn't as interesting as someone of the others in the room, but they were from right here. Born and bred. Not wanting to speak more for her siblings, Rose lowered her hand, taking a few notes for the remainder of the class. Once they were free to engage with others around the room, Rose looked across in Freddie's direction, but he seemed much too busy to be worrying about her.


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Freddie walked in. His heart plummeted. It was her. The teacher he'd sworn at. She was his History professor.

Keep walking, keep walking. He picked a chair in the back row, sliding down in it 'til he could barely see her behind the head of the boy in front. Maybe she forgot. Yeah, right. Teachers never forgot. They wrote stuff down in records. There were probably loads of other bad things written in there already, like, 'Freddie fights a lot', and 'Freddie kicks chairs'.

Where was Ares, anyway? There was an empty chair here. It was Declan's chair. Freddie bounced his leg as he waited, looking around. Actually, he didn't care who sat in it. As long as it wasn't Ares.
 
Ares didn't know how he was going to feel about History of all subjects, but he was willing to give it a shot. He entered the room and immediately realised they'd be sharing a class with Ravenclaw for this subject, which mean Ares knew on the spot what he wanted to do. Despite their differences, Ares was very keen to make sure that Freddie knew exactly what he thought of him, so wasting no time and not allowing any other student to get there first, Ares slipped into the seat beside the first year, storing his backpack under the table before he could be told otherwise.
 
No way. Freddie stared at the back of the student in front. Maybe he should say something, yell at Ares, push him off his chair. That'd just get him in even more trouble. What if he changed chairs? No - Professor Moncrieffe already started talking. He forced his leg to stop bouncing. It was making him look scared, and he wasn't scared. What could he say, so he didn't look scared? "Don't touch my side," he whispered, drawing a line across the arm with his desk. "This is mine. Stay in your side."

He was suddenly called on. Startled, he stood up, even though he hadn't been told to. If the professor didn't recognise him before, she probably did now. "I'm Freddie. I'm from New York," he said. Feeling hot in the face, he carefully sat back down.
 
Ares didn't even glance in Freddie's direction when he whispered to him. It was cute, it was like sharing secret notes between friends, an intimate secret only they knew about. Ares's arms were crossed over his chest so he had no intention of touching Freddie's side. He didn't say a word as Freddie was called upon to answer, although a light chuckle appeared on his face when the boy shot out of his seat, all while everyone else in the room had managed to stay put. Ares was starting to believe he had quite the effect on the Ravenclaw.

When it was his turn, he leant forward in his chair, resting his forearms on their desk. "I'm Ares Zephyr," he'd be impressed if anyone could come up with a nickname for him. "Technically, I was born in Spain." Having a Spanish mother meant that his parents had been travelling and visiting family when he was born. "But we weren't there for very long. We've moved all over the place, now we just live in New Zealand," another grin appeared on his face, larger this time than the last. "It's good because it means I get to meet people like Freddie," without warning, Ares reached across and ruffled the Ravenclaw's hair for a few seconds, "you know, from all over the world, I'm grateful we all get to meet under one roof."
 
Freddie ducked, knocking Ares' hand away with his arm. He was such a jerk. Freddie wasn't gonna lose it, though - he wasn't gonna get mad. That was what Ares wanted. Anyway, it would just end up in another fight. Freddie told himself he'd win the next one, but he wouldn't. He knew he wouldn't.

As soon as everyone started talking, he stood up, grabbed his bag from under the desk, and moved to another empty chair. He didn't really feel like chatting, but after a few minutes, he started to forget about Ares, and suddenly he was telling the person next to him about the animals on his farm.
 
Ares didn't mind when Freddie pushed away his hand, or when he got up and left. There was plenty of time to hang out with his friend outside of the lesson. As they were told to socialise with the others in the class, Ares peered around for someone he hadn't really spoken to before, until he landed on the girl from the library. Of course, Ares was well acquainted with her brother having shared a dorm with him for the last eighteen months, so maybe it was time to meet her properly. The Gryffindor got up from his own chair before sliding into the one next to Rose, hoping to find out more about her.
 
Gabrielle forced back a groaned at the carry on. Freddie hadn't exactly made a great impression on her, but she was determined not to let that impact her view of him academically. She was going to watch him carefully to make sure he kept in line, however. But it wasn't Freddie drawing her ire so much as his Gryffindor neighbour. "Wonderful sentiment, Ares, however part of cultivating these new global friendships is respecting boundaries and not touching your neighbours without their consent." She gestured to the noticeboard. "Read the rules carefully before you go, and I reserve the right to assign your seating for this class."

@Ares Zephyr @Freddie Lagowski
 

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