First Years, Lesson Three

"Good morning, everyone," Gabrielle greeted. "No time to waste, get ready to write because this is going to be a big one. Behave yourselves, and we'll go on a field trip after we get through this topic." She turned around and put a header on the board saying 'The Salem Witch Trials', and cleared her throat.

"1692, Salem Village, Massachusetts. Salem is a port town, so you have all sorts of trade coming into the harbour, and a thriving economy. You'd think this would be a great thing, right?" she asked, somewhat rhetorically. "However, as you may well know, there are always those who are resistant to change. So you have on one side the people who are tied to the port economy, making their money in trade and growing the town, and on the other side, you have the Puritans. The Puritans were primarily farmers, very religious - Christianity, naturally, although highly opposed to the Catholic church, even more so than the Church of England was - and set in their ways. They did not approve of the individualism the sea trade was creating. You know, individual wealth through capitalism and all of that." She paused to take a drink, giving the students a chance to rest their hands.

"The Puritans, meanwhile, were very communal. This was centred around the church, naturally. So in order to solidify the divide between the central business distract and the farmlands, the Puritans established their own parish in the year 1689. This congregation was led by, importantly, the Reverend Samuel Parris, and they began their worship in the Salem Village meeting house. The Reverend Parris is of note especially here because he had a nine year old daughter, Betty, and an orphaned twelve year old niece, Abigail Williams. The Puritans believed that idleness and play were things that could lead to the corrupting influence of Satan," Gabrielle paused, briefly, to let that sink in, "and that the devil could grant the power of witchcraft, which was a great evil, and against the word of the Lord. Feels bad, doesn't it, my hellspawn?"

It was a pretty heavy lesson, but Gabrielle soldiered on. "These two girls, along with a few others, began to have fits, and the doctor could not find a sign of any ailment. It was therefore believed that the girls had been cursed by witches. Behind the Reverend's back, his slave Tituba and her husband John Indian were ordered to bake a 'witch cake', which would supposedly allow the girls to name their tormentors." Gabrielle cleared her throat. "Now, this is pretty disgusting, but the witch cake was made from rye mixed with the urine of the afflicted, which is then fed to a dog to see if the dog displays symptoms. I'm no healer, but it sounds...pretty dubious. Nevertheless, the girls spoke, and named Tituba, Sarah Osborne, and Sarah Good of the grievous sin of witchcraft." There was a gentle sarcasm in her tone, despite the heavy nature of the lecture. She at least wanted to deliver it in good humour.

"So these three women, why would they be accused of witchcraft? Well, they were all outsiders. Sarah Osborne was elderly and did not attend church, which was considered sinful. Sarah Good was homeless, and a beggar. She would mutter under her breath if people did not give her alms, possibly cursing. People would attribute her visits to the death of their livestock. And Tituba, of course, was known to the girls. She was a slave from the West Indies,"
Gabrielle explained, unable to hide a look of distaste at that, despite her better judgement. "The low social standing and different race made her a prime target for accusation."

"These women, along with others, were interrogated and branded as witches. They were executed for their alleged crimes, being hanged. Previous witch hunts had burned witches at the stake. Of course, real witches would simply use the flame-freezing charm. Wendelin the Weird was said to have allowed herself to be caught for witchcraft up to forty-seven times just because she liked the sensation of the flames after the use of the charm."
Gabrielle hoped that tidbit lightened the mood a little bit. "But of course, regardless of whether the original accused were witches or not, this dealt a huge blow to relations between the magical and non-magical communities, relations which were already strained. And so, later in 1692, the International Statute of Secrecy was established, and has remained in force ever since." Witch-hunts were still practiced in parts of the world, but Gabrielle didn't need to bog the students down with a depressing fact right now.

Gabrielle stopped to take a drink of water, looking around at the tired faces of the students and giving them a smile. "Sorry, that was pretty long. Don't worry, that's the longest lecture you'll have for a while. For homework, I'd like you to have a bit more of a look in to the witch trials, and write a short essay on the trials or anyone associated with them, if you want to look back to the previous witch hunts please be my guest. Let me know if you're having any trouble." She dismissed the class with a smile, glad that she wouldn't have to give such a lengthy lecture to those poor first years again this year. Unless they started acting up even more. Then she was sure she could come up with something.

Homework
RP the lesson. Extra credit for the assigned essay, please list sources.
 
Winnie walked into the history of magic classroom and got out her books and notes and placed them down in front of her. She nodded as the professor told them what they'd be doing, and informing them of a field trip the following week. she didn't think they had really earned a field trip, but she wasn't about to say no to such a thing either. The slytherin took out her notes and books and began writing down what the professor was telling them about the witch trials, making sure to get down all of the different things that the professor was saying about them. She was taking notes, making sure to get down the important parts of it, taking as good notes as she could. It was a lot and the professor was clearly looking to get through a really large amount of information. She didn't really mind it, enjoying the very normal note taking that this was. Mkaing sure that she didn't miss any of the important parts. Her notes were very thorough and she knew when the lesson came to an end she'd probably take the time to re-writing them and refine them. Eventually the lecture came t an end and she packed up her things and then headed out of the room, heading to the library to work on the essay the professor had set them.
 
Nox sat through Professor Moncrieffe's lecture with growing intrigue. The Salem Witch Trials were a dark chapter in history, but he found it fascinating how fear and ignorance could lead to such terrible actions. As Professor Moncrieffe spoke, Nox tried to imagine what it must have been like for the people involved, both the accused witches and the townsfolk swept up in hysteria.

When Professor Moncrieffe mentioned the witch cake, Nox grimaced. That part seemed more like a superstitious horror story than something that actually happened. Still, the notion that these women, including Tituba, were targeted simply for being different stuck with him. He made a mental note to focus his essay on Tituba and how her status as an outsider made her an easy target. Nox also liked the idea of tying it into how such events affected the wizarding world, especially leading to the creation of the International Statute of Secrecy.

After class, he packed up his things with a thoughtful expression. This was definitely one of those topics that left a lot to think about. He decided he'd start his research right away and maybe even get ahead on his essay.
 
History of Magic was arguably one of Amorys favoured classes so far. Not only was it allowing him a peek to the history and base of his new world, but it was helping him better understand why everything was set the way it was. Why magical's and muggles did not mingle too much. This lesson was the one to set that one in stone for him. With each word from Professor Moncrieffe, Amory felt a disdain and feeling of disgust take over his entire body. It was seriously mental what humans could do to each other, under the excuse of religion no less. He made sure to take notes, though he was sure he wouldn't forget most of the stuff even if he wanted to. By the end of the lesson Amory's wrist was sore and he was ready for a nap and perhaps something called obliviation? He had read something about that and it sounded good right about now. A nice factory reset on the brain could help with the mental images now engraved to his brain.
 
Jonah slid into his chair, already feeling exhausted just by the sight of the chalkboard. A long lecture usually meant a lot of note-taking, something he wasn't particularly good at, but he was honestly scared of the History professor so he vowed to stay alert and take notes studiously. As the professor began speaking about the Salem Witch Trials, Jonah scribbled down a few words, but his mind wandered almost immediately. Thankfully, he only missed hearing a few words before he went back to writing words he would occasionally encounter. It probably also helped that some of his classmates looked just as lost as he felt. As the lesson progressed, Jonah found it harder and harder to keep from zoning out. His quill moved sluggishly across the parchment, catching only the occasional word. He did found Wendelin the Weird funny though. He was at least interesting. By the time Gabrielle started talking about the International Statute of Secrecy, Jonah was so done. He felt like his brain was fried and he had no idea what he was writing at this point. Was he even still writing? He checked. Yep. He was writing. It took forever before they were finally dismissed and he decided that he would just ask Eurydice or Sayuri and maybe they had an idea on what was important in today's lesson. It was just too long.
 
Eurydice sat in her seat, ready to take notes as Professor Montcrieffe launched into what promised to be a long lecture. It started off great. She diligently wrote down key points as the professor spoke about the Salem Witch Trials. The story of the Puritans and the accusations of witchcraft were interesting enough but sad. She did however find the fate of Tituba, Sarah Osborne, and Sarah Good to be unfair and annoying. The way these women were targeted was just awful. The mention of Wendelin the Weird was quite amusing though and she couldn't help but smile at the thought of a witch deliberately getting caught so many times just to experience the flames. As the lesson progressed however, Eury found herself getting more and more tired. She was writing down less and less and zoning out more and more that by the time class was coming to an end, she had already stopped writing. She did see Jonah writing however so she filed that thought away for later. For now, she was just glad that class was over and she could now have the rest of the day to rest.
 
Sayuri listened intently to the lecture, her quill dancing swiftly across the parchment as she took concise notes. History had always fascinated her - the religious fervor of the Puritans and the eventual tragic consequences of the Salem Witch Trials were no different. Despite the weight of the topic, she appreciated more lighthearted details like Wendelin the Weird's fascination with fire. As the lecture drew on, Sayuri continued to focus, particularly when they delved into the darker side of the witch trials—how accusations were often based on societal prejudice rather than fact. When the professor finally wrapped up the lecture and assigned homework, Sayuri packed her things. The essay seemed manageable, she just had to figure out what she wanted to focus on, but she was probably going to focus on accused women for her essay.
 

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