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Ivy Ashworth

💄Headstrong | Changed | Stylish | 1/4 Veela💅
 
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Daphne
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Curly 14 1/2 Inch Unyielding Cypress Wand with Veela Hair Core
Age
12/2039 (14)
Name: Ivy Ashworth
House and Year: Gryffindor Second Year
Professor: Professor Drage
Lesson(s) Missed: Lesson Six

Ivy headed into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom for the new lesson, curious what they would be doing. She took her seat in the front and smiled at the professor. Professor Drage told them they would get some time to study or practice their wandwork. Ivy was eager to practice what they had learned and was also glad for the opportunity to study, and waited for the professor to finish talking to grab her book. She copied the exam review on the board, just to make sure that she had everything covered. Then she practiced a few spells and spent some of her time studying as well. When the hour was up, Ivy thanked the professor and left the classroom. She felt confident about the exams for this subject, at least.

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Lysander Summers

Captain • Hippogryff Scout King of Flowers
 
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Jesse
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Professor Styx, 4th Year
Lesson 2-6


2.
Lysander had been, maybe a little morbidly, looking forward to seeing some imperius curse in action, ever since Professor Styx had brought it up. Not just that, but that he'd be using it on a student. He wanted to know what it was like, to be mind controlled, as scary as it sounded. He'd even grabbed a consent form to see for himself, and had been frustrated when his dad had refused to sign it for him. It couldn't have been that bad if a professor was doing it, but when it came to Styx, he did wonder if he was the kind of professor he would have wanted to be directing him. Probably not. Literally anyone else would have been preferable.

From his seat, Lysander watched, fascinated, as Ajaccio was called up to the front, and told to jump up on the desk. It didn't seem too crazy, and neither did the push-ups, though for a moment Lysander almost forgot that Ajax wasn't actually in control of what he was being told to do. He listened as his friend described what it was like, trying to picture it himself. Did he even want to know? Could he block it if he tried hard enough? It had been interesting to see, and compared to the other curses, not as scary in the classroom, but definitely outside. He'd seen enough horror movies with Wendall about people being possessed by ghosts, or mind controlled, to know just how bad it could be. He continued to listen for the rest of the lesson, before packing up his things and heading out, wondering what the rest of the year would bring.

3.
With the imperius curse out of the way, Lysander wasn't so sure about the rest. He entered the classroom, immediately eyeing up the spider in the jar with a frown. The Menagerie had spiders, and this one didn't seem so different. Given the content of the year in Defence Against the Dark Arts, he didn't like where the lesson was going. He sat uneasily in his seat, listening to Professor Styx talk about the Cruciatus curse and its history and roots, making notes here and there, though mostly keeping his eye on the spider in the jar. It wasn't too surprising when Styx took it out and enlarged it. He couldn't help but lean forward in his desk to see what would happen next, and as the expected happened, he recoiled, trying not to look at the writhing arachnid. Spiders...he'd been told bugs didn't really have any pain receptors. They didn't suffer the same way people and other animals did. He wasn't sure it was the same for spiders. By the looks of it, it was torturous, and once it was over, he had to wonder if Styx hadn't killed it. He watched it while the professor continued to talk, wondering how he had been able to use the spell if you needed to want to hurt something. What did that mean? He didn't know, but he made some notes before packing up and leaving, glad to be out of the classroom.

4.
Like the last lesson, Lysander entered the classroom immediately noting the black spider in its jar, sitting atop Professor Styx's desk. It seemed to be alive and...he didn't want to say well, but certainly alive. He took a seat, sighing as the room was thrown into darkness. For someone who taught Defence Against the Dark Arts, the professor sure loved to emphasize the dark aspect. He could barely see the spider as it was levitated out of the jar, perhaps for the better. It seemed weird, knowing that they'd be seeing first hand the most illegal and evil spell in all of existence, just a few feet away. He gripped the edge of his desk, as if to brace himself, listening to the professor talk all the while. He had a chocolate frog card of Harry Potter - but who didn't? He'd read about his feats, how he'd survived the killing curse out of love. He didn't know why they hadn't managed to create a spell to defend against the killing curse. Surely they could just like, love hard enough while incanting to make a shield. The flash of green light took him by surprise and he jumped, his heart immediately racing in his chest. It was gone as quickly as it had come, and his eyes landed on the now-dead spider with a sickening knot of his stomach. It looked just like it had in the previous lesson, except this time, he knew it wouldn't be getting up again. He left, trying not to think about it too much more.

5.
Lysander had to be grateful they'd already gotten the three unforgivable curses out of the way. At least in terms of demonstrations. He settled down into his seat and unpacked his things, sparing a look at the spot where the spider had been killed, and where its jar had been. It sucked that all it was used for was to be tortured and then killed. It didn't feel right. What was with the professors and murdering living things? First Carter, and now Styx. It seemed crazy, but as with the mandrake situation, no one seemed to actually care. He sighed, turning his attention to the quiz they had all been given, and got to work filling it out. It seemed easy, especially with how hard the last few lessons were to forget about.
Quiz said:
Lysander Summers
Gryffindor 4th
Defence Against the Dark Arts
Quiz

1. What is the incantation of the Killing Curse?
a. Is it possible to reverse?

Avada Kedavra is the incantation for the killing curse, and its irreversible.
2. What is The Torture Curse more often called?
a. What is its incantation?

It's called the Cruciatus Curse, and the incantation is Crucio
3. What spell allows you to control another person?
a. Can they remember what you did to them?
b. Is it possible to resist?

Imperio is the spell used to control someone. Its possible to resist, but really hard, and they remember everything thats happened.
4. Why are the unforgivable curses dark arts?
Because they're specifically used to cause harm to another person, or take their freedom.
5. In your opinion which of these curses is the worst? Why?
The Cruciatus Curse. You could learn to resist being mind-controlled, and you die too quickly by the killing curse so you probably don't feel pain, but the torture curse can break your mind forever.

6.
While Defense Against the Dark Arts could be one of the better subjects of the year, Lysander was still happy for it to be over. Mostly due to how dark the semester had been, and in part due to him simply wanting to finish up and go home for the holidays. He sat down, drumming his fingers against the desk while he waited for the professor to speak. He wasn't surprised to hear they'd just have to study, knowing that he needed it. He got to work looking over his old notes, annoyed that they'd have to do it all solo instead of in a study group, but given how the last study session with everyone in they ear had gone down...solo wasn't so bad.
 
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Chloe Thompson

☆ 6th year ☆ Astrophile ☆ Chaser ☆ Bubbly
 
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Name: Chloë Thompson
House and Year: Gryffindor 4th
Professor: Styx
Lesson Missed: 5

After last week's lesson Chloë knew they at least didn't have another demonstration coming their way this week. They had gone over all three curses, seen all of them performed and in all honesty she was kind of glad they were done with them. She knew it was important to learn about them, but still she didn't think anyone had actually enjoyed those lessons. It was hard to miss the papers on everyone's desks when she entered the room so she just took her seat, waiting untill the professor started the lesson and gave them the okay to start their quiz.

Quiz said:
Chloë Thompson
Gryffindor 4th
Defence Against the Dark Arts
Quiz

1. What is the incantation of the Killing Curse?
Avada Kedavra.
a. Is it possible to reverse?
It's not possible to reverse.
2. What is The Torture Curse more often called?
The Cruciatus curse.
a. What is its incantation?
Crucio.
3. What spell allows you to control another person?
The Imperius Curse
a. Can they remember what you did to them?
Yes they can.
b. Is it possible to resist?
It is possible to resist the curse but it's a difficult thing to do.
4. Why are the unforgivable curses dark arts?
Because dark arts refers to magic that is used to intentionally cause harm to others, control them or even kill them which is exactly what these three curses do.
5. In your opinion which of these curses is the worst? Why?
All three of them are bad but I think the Cruciatus Curse is the worst because it causes the most pain to the victim.
 

Wangui Yamamoto

nahoutokuro 5th year • vicious
 
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Lovi
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Half Blood
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Curved 15 Inch Rigid Elm Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
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11/2037 (15)
Name: Wangui Yamamoto
House&Year: Slytherin 4th Year
Lessons Missed: 1 and 3-6

One:
Wangui's first impression of her Head of House wasn't bad. He was strict, and she enjoyed it. He was clear and did not add unnecessary flare. Wan expected him to be the same in the classroom. The girl took a seat far away from Ajaccio. She still didn't like the boy, but there was no way Wangui would cut him off completely. He was her most accessible resource because he knew his way around Japanese. She crossed her legs and waited for Professor Styx to start the class. The semester would be primarily theory, which she looked forward to. Wangui raised her hand to answer the second question, "Avada Kedavra, Imperio, and Crucio," she said confidently. It was ridiculous to not know about the Unforgivable Curses. However, a girl near her reacted oddly at the mention of them. Wangui raised an eyebrow at the girl before turning back to the professor. The rest of the class was short, and when class was dismissed, Wangui packed her things and made her way to the library.

Three:
Last week's class had shaken Wangui. If the volunteer had been someone other than Ajaccio, she wouldn't have reacted the way she had. Wangui felt helpless at that moment. She couldn't do anything, like with her father. The girl slid into the seat next to Ajaccio without saying a word. Wan didn't comfort him last week, so this was making up for it. Of course, she didn't feel like she owed him. Of course not. She was just a decent person, and he should feel lucky for a glance in his direction. Wangui idly took notes and marked items she wanted to study later. She briefly looked at Ajaccio before Professor Styx performed the curse on the spider. Her heart rate increased slightly, and Wangui did not notice she was holding her breath until Styx lifted the curse. Professor Styx was truly frightening. His smooth transition from demonstration back to class could have been from years of teaching, but there was a shred of doubt in the back of the girl's mind. Wangui took note of the homework and walked out of the classroom. She felt antsy.

Four:
Wangui contemplated staying in bed instead of attending Defense Against the Dark Arts. She knew what was coming next. Wangui dragged herself into the classroom and sat next to Ajaccio. She was going to need support to get through this week's class. Wan's stomach churned as class went on. The main event came soon enough, and a tear fell down the girl's cheek as the green light struck the spider. She didn't notice she'd grabbed onto @Ajaccio Skey's arm. As soon as possible, Wangui scurried out of the classroom.

Five:
Wangui sincerely hoped class would not be stressful today. The past three weeks have been unpleasant, even though informative. She relaxed in her seat at the mention of a quiz. Perfect. Quizzes were straightforward and did not allow her mind to wander. The quiz was quick and when she turned it in, she left to the library.

Quiz said:
Wangui Yamamoto
Slytherin, 4th Year
Defence Against the Dark Arts
Quiz

1. What is the incantation of the Killing Curse? Avada Kedavra
a. Is it possible to reverse? No.
2. What is The Torture Curse more often called? Cruciatus Curse
a. What is its incantation? Crucio
3. What spell allows you to control another person? Imperius Curse
a. Can they remember what you did to them? Yes.
b. Is it possible to resist? Yes.
4. Why are the unforgivable curses dark arts? They are used to cause harm.
5. In your opinion which of these curses is the worst? Why?The killing curse is the worst because you are dead. Period. The people you love won't have you again.

Six:
This semester had been less than pleasant. Wangui felt drained from her classes, but this was good. Working hard was not meant to be easy. She took a seat in her usual spot, and pulled out get notes. This semester had not been as theory-based as she hoped. The demonstrations played through her head as she absently copied her notes on a separate piece of parchment.
 

Violet Fields

Idle ✒️ Un-Perfect ✒️ Homeschooled
 
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Violet Fields
Slytherin, 6th Year
Lessons 1- 6

Lesson 1

Vi came around to her DADA lesson Friday morning, the first lesson this semester. Unlike her peers from other houses, Vi was very familiar with Professor Styx’s ways. The darkness in his classroom felt like the dungeons, as they were poorly lit. Vi made her way to a seat without hesitation and sat down. Styx gave that cool, unamused stare to his sixth years. Vi blinks, and remains silent. He didn’t take long to begin. He went straight to the point what they will be covering this year and Vi listened along, taking mental notes of it all. Advance DADA, this should be interesting as she was getting more into sparring these days. Vi could do better in dueling and learning nonverbal would be an added bonus. Everything she can get from these lessons she will take. Vi left the classroom once they were dismissed.

Lesson 2

Vi was amped up for DADA lessons, though she rarely showed her excitement. It was masked away with a stony expression. She had to take these lessons more seriously than the others. None of it mattered if she didn’t take advanced DADA seriously. None. At all. Without Professor Styx having to ask her, Vi stood prepared to try out the spell of Protego Horribilis. She partnered up with one of her classmates, someone she probably wouldn’t want to hurt severely. In case her wand acted on it’s own, Vi paired away with a fellow Slytherin. Like they were getting ready to duel, Vi bows and hits them with a spell. The shield went up, it was much more powerful than protego. Like she was being forced a few feet back, Vi felt the shield up against her briefly. Or, so she thought. Then it was her turn. The rest of the period they practiced until they were dismissed.

Lesson 3

Like last week, Vi was feeling all those familiar feelings when it comes to her DADA lessons. It’s like she was ready to train for a war, or something along those lines. Vi was at the ready when Professor Styx called for it. This week's spell is the Protego Totalum charm. She wonders while she gripped tightly on her wand, she wonders if it could work on werewolves. Can these spells work against the creature of the moon? She ponders that in silence before taking her place to cast the spell. Vi’s gaze fell over Cyzarine. As if her friend were an immediate danger, the Slytherin shot a bubble shield around her Gryffindor friend. It took quickly, very quickly. Vi ended the spell, and repeated it again. She did good, except a few times for mispronouncing slip ups, Vi performed near to perfect. Vi left the classroom once they were dismissed.

Lesson 4

Vi came to DADA lessons expecting to learn something new today with her wand, but, that wasn’t the case at all. She traded her wand for her quill and journal. Vi placed her black ink bottle right above her journal. Once Professor Styx began the class, Vi jotted everything down that he was saying. Which is what Vi keeps in mind when she always cast a spell; that one needs to be concentrating to perform a spell. To not doubt yourself as you’re doing so or you’re potentially ruining the spell you’re going to cast to begin with. All of this she had to keep in mind while performing a nonverbal spell. Which means she had to work twice as hard than usual. A challenge Vi is willing to take if it gets her to where she wants to be within a year from now. After the lecture was over, Vi went through some spells on the top of her head that she would like to try eventually.

Lesson 5

This morning, Vi received an unexpected letter from her stepdad, Sirius. She hadn’t heard from the man in years, so she was totally shocked when an owl dropped a parcel in front of her during breakfast. While her peers ate between their noisy chatters, Vi sat in silence reading the letter. It was nice to hear from again, she wished he had written sooner. Somehow he knew what she was currently dealing with and pretty much sent her some valuable advice. He promises to write to her more, and may visit her during her school break. Vi tucked away his letter and went off to DADA class. The subject her stepdad gave her advice on, and she was willing to try them if it made her better in the subject. Vi took her place with her partner, she cleared her thoughts of anything negative. No doubts, none whatsoever. Vi raised her wand, she attempted to stupefy her partner. Something went amiss, the spell wouldn’t shoot out of her wand. Vi sighs, and again she raises her and again the spell fails to spew out from her wand. No doubts, no doubts. Vi shouts it in the void of her mind, and the spell shoots out from her wand hitting her partner square in the chest. She runs quickly towards them, looking them over. Vi shakes her head amused, she ends the bind and helps them up to their feet.

Lesson 6

Vi breathes easily on their final DADA lesson of the year. There was so much more she needed to learn, so much she needed help with. Luckily, she can count on her stepdad during the break to help her out more. To extend her knowledge in dueling. Vi couldn’t wait to meet up with the man, besides those helpful tips, he barely mentioned anything about himself. He kept details of his life private, which was so like him. It’s so like her too. Which is where she gets it from. Vi took the opportunity to write him a short letter in DADA and then went onto practice nonverbal spells some more. With Styx watching over them, she couldn’t try any other nonverbal spells that he didn’t mention in the beginning of the class.
 

Emily Underwood

Bubbly l Bright l Chess l Queen of Crafts 🎨
 
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Name: Emily Underwood
House and Year: Ravenclaw 6th
Professor: Styx
Lesson Missed: 4-5-6

4
Emily wasn't missing playing Quidditch. Being an alternate had sucked big time and she had the feeling her skills weren't appreciated. Luckily there were also good things. Her studying was going great for once and she was getting some decent grades for her work. She grabbed her things to get ready for the lesson she had today and left the dorm. Classes weren’t that bad this semester so everything was going great. She walked to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and waited for the lesson to start.

She seated behind a desk and waited for the Professor to start his lesson. Emily listened and made notes about non verbal magic. When she had written the first bit of the lesson down, she hoped they were going to practice the spells. Unfortunately, they weren’t going to practice and Emily hoped she could find enough time in the evening to try the spell out. Lumos didn’t sound too hard, she could do the spell with the incantation easily. She packed her stuff and left the classroom to go to her next class.

5
The arts event had been a succes and even though she hated doing it alone, her ego had gained a huge boost. Not that it needed a boost, she had enough to begin with. Emily shoved her books into her bag and hoped to be on time for her lesson. She hated being late, but sleeping was amazing and Emily was always tired. Being free of Quidditch had given her a lot of space and now she had room to think, work and study. Her career was still unclear, but she was sure to find an answer soon. If it was becoming an auror, healer or whatever she was going to ace it. Emily made her way outside and walked over to the DADA classroom.

She hoped they were going to practice the nonverbal variant of lumos today. She wrote down the last bits and then it was time. She paired up with Tyler and smiled broadly. They took turns practicing the spells and although it was more difficult, she liked the silence approach. Silence but deadly, did sound cool. Emily grinned and was happy to do this with her boyfriend. ‘’This is great’’ Emily said happily and laughed. Hoping the Professor didn’t mind her saying something. When that was done she left the classroom.

6
Emily headed towards the Defense Against the dark arts classroom and hoped she was still on time. She arrived on time and took a desk in the back. She waited for the Professor to say they could read over their notes. Unfortunately the Professor had different plans. Emily teamed up with someone and then they practiced the non verbal magic. She noticed that she had gotten better and better with the type of magic. Wordlessly they were harder to do, but it still wasn't extremely difficult. What was weird was that soon she was going to be a seventh year, it was weird.
 

Professor Lydia Drage

DADA 1-3 | Duelling enthusiast
 
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Amanda
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13.5" Fir with Core of Basilisk Skin
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Professor Lydia Drage

DADA 1-3 | Duelling enthusiast
 
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Amanda
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13.5" Fir with Core of Basilisk Skin
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September 13, 2025 (28)
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Max Kiefer

Snowboarder | Annoyed at the World
 
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Samantha
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Straight 15" Rigid Hornbeam Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
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Name: Max Kiefer
House and Year: First Year Slytherin
Professor: Professor Lydia Drage
Lesson Missed: Lesson 2

Max usually hated having to go to lessons, but something about Defense Against the Dark Arts fascinated him. It wasn't like History of Magic or Astronomy where he didn't actually have any use for any of the information. It was more practical, although it seemed some lessons would still be lectures. Like this one. He sat down next to the same girl as last time, although he didn't pay much attention to her. He didn't bother taking out his quill and parchment to take notes, but he did try his best to actually focus during the lesson. It was pretty interesting, although still somewhat disturbing, especially when the Professor ended the lesson with saying that there were these sorts of people in New Zealand too, and that it was best to know what to do in case you ever encountered them.

Just as the Professor was wrapping up the lesson, Max realised that the girl next to him had leaned so far onto his desk that she was practically covering half of it. "Get off." he said in an irritated tone, but decided there was no use annoying her about it more since the lesson was over anyway. Picking up his bag he slung it over his shoulder in a way he hoped would hit the girl in the face, or at the very least in her shoulder, but whether it did hit her or not he didn't know because he didn't bother staying to find out, and was out of the door before she could have responded anyway. @Van Voclain

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Emori Pourroulis

Aries ♈️ adopted⚡️confident⚡️perceptive⚡️defiant
 
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Clara
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Knotted 12 1/2 Inch Flexible Cedar Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
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Y38 S1
Name: Emori Pourroulis
House and Year: Slytherin Third Year
Professor: Professor Lydia Drage
Lesson Missed: 1 and 2


Lesson One
Emori was excited for her third year at Hogwarts. She was able to pick her classes, and although she wanted to take as many subjects as possible, she knew she couldn't overwhelm herself - no matter how strong the temptation was. She had needed to resist enrolling in all of them, thinking that maybe she needed all of them. But in order to have a really important job in the magical world, she had to be selective. Sure, keeping her options open might have been smart, but she knew what she wanted to do, and what the most important subjects to take were. When Em was ready to go she grabbed her bag and headed to Defence, taking a seat in the front row when she arrived. She was eager to discover what they were doing this semester. She really hoped that it would be a little less theory and a bit more wand work. She knew she could do most of the reading herself, after all. Em was a bit surprised to see they had a new professor and briefly wondered how often they hired new professors at this school. Today was an introductory lesson, as expected, considering it was the first week back at school. She took out her parchment and a quill just in case there was something really important that she didn't want to miss. Emori needed to be a little smarter this year with how she took notes. By the time the professor told them what the homework would be the third year scribbled it down, and when they were dismissed she packed up and made her way out of the classroom.


Lesson Two
Emori's first week back at school had been chill, it wasn't yet too busy to her relief, although at the same time she was looking forward to diving into all the activities her clubs were going to host. She wanted to meet new people and make impressions - nothing new there - and she needed that now more than ever, especially after she'd felt so overlooked at the quidditch tryouts. She almost hadn't believed that she hadn't been picked. The girl was used to getting her way, sure, but Quidditch was truly something she'd wanted since her first year. Nay, since before she came to Hogwarts. She finished getting ready before she headed to class, making sure to get there a little early so that she could get a good seat. In the front row. One rule she'd made for herself so that even teachers would notice how bright she could be was to sit at the front of the classroom in as many lessons as possible throughout the year. She quickly took out her writing equipment as soon as she realised it was stuff she needed to remember. Who knew what could be in the exam at the end of the semester. Em wasn't scared of much, she was fairly confident that she didn't need to worry about running into any werewolves anytime soon. And until she did, to her they weren't real. Well, they existed, obviously, but in her early childhood she grew up with them being a myth.

When it was her turn to ask a question, she already had a few in mind, but decided to ask the one she was most curious about. She had to roll her eyes as some people kept asking the same question over and over. "Guys, just because we have to learn about werewolves and Professor Drage has to teach us about them, it has nothing to do with her opinions on them. Everyone's allowed to express what they think. Isn't that the point of a discussion?" She was getting annoyed at her classmates. Like, really. "Have you ever met a werewolf, Professor? What are they like in werewolf form compared to their normal, human self? Are they conscious of what they do?" she asked after having said her piece to the class. When the lesson was over, Em grumpily packed up, thanked the professor and left.

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Brooke Townsend

🤍 Perfectly Pleasant 🤍
 
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Kris
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10/2039 (14)
Name: Brooke Townsend
House and Year: Slytherin Third Year
Professor: Lydia Drage
Lesson Missed: Lesson Two

Taking her seat, Brooke tiled her head curiously when Professor Drage mentioned that today would be an open discussion. That would be interesting indeed, especially considering the subject matter Professor Drage had had them reading up on last week. She listened to the professors preface first, finding it curious that Professor Drage was clearly not totally on board with the discussion of werewolves as dark creatures in this context. Brooke supposed she could understand the reservation, but ultimately she figured everyone agreed lycanthropy was a terrible fate, one they should all learn to protect themselves from if possible.

She made some notes as Professor Drage continued, though most of it she already had taken down from her own reading previously. But it never hurt, especially when Professor Drage mentioned it would make up a significant part of her exam. And now that they had gone over the basics, she was opening the floor to a casual discussion. Brooke kept quiet for a moment, listening to the other students around her make their comments or opinions known. The last thing Brooke wanted to do was say something that would land her in hot water with the majority of her class, though she did find it interesting to discuss even just academically. She wasn’t surprised to find Flynn had some hot-headed opinion ready to go, smirking when Professor Drage shut him down. Clearly, poking Professor Drage about this wasn’t a clever idea and Brooke formulated something else she could add to the conversation instead, latching onto something Emmaline had brought up regarding the moon. “I assume it’s the magical influence from the moon, right? Since it affects a lot of other magical things like plants that have to do with transfiguration, it makes sense,” she postulated, glad to have something to add that made her sound smart without getting her into the snarled mess of politics around werewolf personhood. She listened as the conversation continued until the lesson was over and it was time to pack up. It had been interesting to hear her classmates thoughts on the subject, and the professor’s even more so.

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Tobe-Mae Ellis

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Curly 13 1/2 Inch Swishy Fir Wand with Augurey Tail Feather Core
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13
Name: Tobe-Mae Ellis
House and Year: Slytherin Fifth Year
Professor: Styx
Lesson Missed: 1-3; 5-6


One:

Since last year, Tobe-Mae found Defense Against the Dark Arts was more interesting. Learning about Unforgivable Curses really snapped everything in perspective. The wizarding world was dangerous, and so much more dangerous than the muggle world. Life felt more palpable, and she was surprised Professor Styx himself, as her Head of House, hadn’t been enough to wake her up. Otherwise, she would have approached her first year at Hogwarts New Zealand differently after seeing him for the first time. Tobe-Mae followed after her classmates and took a seat.

The professor got straight to it and Tobe-Mae had her parchment and quill ready. She knew the OWL for this class was going to be more difficult that definition of the word itself. She was still deciding what she wanted to do after graduation, but she felt Defense Against the Dark Arts would be an important part of it. She smiled thinking about learning non-verbal magic. Using the Babbling Curse as an example was effective. She would also love to not have to speak during her entire morning routine. There was no mention of any specific curses they’d go over this semester, but she’d glance around the textbook to pick some she’d think would be important.

Two:
Tobe-Mae felt sick when she woke up this morning. The temperature in the dorm was fine when she went to sleep and she had not done anything strange since last week. Tobe-Mae could only shrug it off as she went about her day, and for once she was glad that Professor Styx liked to keep the classroom dark. After looking over the textbook, she knew classes were going to be primarily theory, which she did not mind. In this instance she was thankful for it. Tobe-Mae didn’t take out parchment, but she did have her textbook in front of her with a pen in her hand. Quill and ink smudged when she wrote in her textbook, and it was nice to hold a regular pen once in awhile. She grimaced. “The Body-Bind Curse is old news,” she complained to herself, but there was no frustration or resentment in her tone. If anything, Tobe-Mae was disappointed. There was nothing new to learn about the curse, so she closed her textbook and pocketed her pen. There were times the line between jinx and curse burred, but it was very clear that curses were meant to exert control over an opponent. There were times it was for fun, which is what added jinxes to the equation in the first place. Tobe-Mae packed up her things and left the classroom when dismissed. She headed to the Hospital Wing because she was not feeling any better, even after an easy lesson.

Three:
Tobe-Mae turned in her seat to pop her back just as the door shut to signal class had begun. She was so glad she was not sick anymore. She kept herself very busy while school was out with violin and cello recitals, and she was thinking about taking up ballet. All were very demure hobbies, but they all added up when school was back in session. Tobe-Mae should have knew everything was going to smoothly. It took too much effort to huge shift from the muggle world to the wizard world. She felt like two totally different people by giving her all in both Because of that she knew about the Gemino Curse. The entire concept of banking was new to her when she was a first year, so understanding Gringotts was even harder then too. As she got older and more independent, she learned how adult things worked. She made a big note not to confuse it with Geminio and underlined the sloppy box she had drawn.Tobe-Mae covered her mouth when a yawn came, and she was glad that class was dismissed soon after.

Five:
The semester was coming to an end, and Tobe-Mae looked forward to leaving the castle. She would have a whole day off before ballet classes started up, and violin and cello were not taking backseats either. Tobe-Mae did not know why she always kept herself busy. It was more that she was used having something to do. She was the favored child who would go far. She was making up for the expectations her parents had for Phineas and had to manage with the ones unique to her too. She sighed heavily and took a seat. She was tired. Oh, she was so exhausted. Classes gave her some relief from the stress of her extracurriculars, but OWLs were making her getaway stressful too. Tobe-Mae raised an eyebrow at her parchment when Professor Styx said ‘Flagrante Curse.’ Why didn’t she know this? The fifth year ruffled through the parchments of notes in her bag. She squinted at a small note with the name of curse circled at the top of notes from two weeks ago. Tobe-Mae sighed and sectioned off space on her current bit of parchment for notes on the curse later. Ugh. She sat through the rest of class idly twirling a small pieces of her hair, taking notes, and pouting about how much work she would have for the rest of the day.

Six:
The girl contemplated not coming to class this week, but Tobe-Mae never quit. Not even if she needed to crawl where she needed to be. Luckily, the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was not far from her house, so Tobe-Mae was able to save her pride and walk to class. She sat quietly in her chair and took out all her notes. She could pump out some studying this period and then she would allow herself an hour of sleep. A singular hour of sleep. That was all she could sacrifice today. If she was more productive with everything else, she’ll gladly tack on a few more hours. Her textbook felt heavier than normal, but she knew it was only because she was tired. Nevertheless, Tobe-Mae tried to keep up enough energy to go over all her notes and the text.
 

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One:
Lysander loved Defence Against the Dark Arts. Content wise. He did not love Professor Styx. From the stories his father had told him, he could understand why he'd done some of the things he had, and why early on, he'd known that the man would not be the most pleasant. It was hard to get sucked into the subject when Kalif sucked so much out of it. Even the light was sucked out of the classroom, and it always seemed to take a few minutes for his eyes to adjust and re-adjust anytime he came and went. Leaving the classroom was akin to being temporarily blinded on some days.

When Professor Styx began to speak, diving straight into the course material, Lysander was interested to hear they'd specifically be learning about Curses. He needed to know more, particularly for the next time he had to come up against Juniper. His eye-brow curses weren't going to be enough. When Styx snapped his fingers to enchant the chalk, Lysander absent-mindedly did the same, as if he could subconsciously levitate his quill to take down notes on its own. It didn't stir, and somehow he was disappointed. The mention of minimal wand usage sucked, and definitely put a damper on his expectations for the rest of the semester.

The Babbling Curse was one Lysander was familiar with, and the mention of non-verbal ways to counter it had him perking up in his seat slightly. Non-verbal spells were going to completely change the duelling tournaments. He'd always been envious of the older students who could blast spells back and forth without saying a word to warn their opponent. It hadn't seemed like all that long ago that he was only a first year watching from the sidelines, and now he was closer than ever to being just like them. When it appeared that Kalif had said all he'd needed to, Lysander packed up his notes for the lesson and departed the classroom, shielding his eyes from the brightness of the corridor.

Two:
Once again, Lysander stepped into the gloomy classroom that Professor Styx seemed to love. Had he ever seen the man out in the sunlight? He didn't think so. Definitely part-vampire, at least, if he had to wager a guess. There was something about his eyes that just weren't human. It had to be magic, that made it seem like he was just staring into the abyss anytime he looked the older professor in the eyes. Or maybe it was his vampiric hypno-powers. Lysander had watched enough vampire movies in the muggle studies classroom to know about all sorts of abilities muggles claimed vampires had, and while he was sure half of them weren't true, he did wonder just how much of it was accurate. He'd never met a real vampire to ask - unless Kalif was one, but he was really the last person anyone wanted to chat with.

While curses had been an exciting subject to learn about, Professor Styx mentioning a curse they'd already learned years ago had Lysander's draw dropping. This was the OWLs, not first year, right? He'd been duelling with the body-bind course for years. He didn't need a reminder - it did what it said. It bound the body. It was easy. He could have cast it in his sleep. Professor Styx didn't seem too thrilled either, and Lysander had to wonder why he didn't just teach them something else. Didn't he pick? He had no idea how being a professor worked, but with some of the spells they'd learned about, he'd had a feeling they were all Kalif's idea. Lysander forego' d taking any notes, and it seemed like no one was expected to. Instead he sat by and listened to everyone discuss their opinions on the curse, and gratefully packed his things and left when the class came to its end.

Three:

Lysander was on the fence about Defence Against the Dark Arts. After reviewing older curses they'd learned as kids, he had to wonder at what else they'd be going over. Part of him couldn't complain, it meant that the OWLs would be a breeze, but he wanted to learn some new curses rather than go over the older ones. So, he was pleased when Professor Styx brought up the Gemino Curse, rather than something medicore they'd learned in second or third year. Lysander got his writing utensils out and prepared to take notes. It wouldn't be a curse he could use a duel from the sounds of it, unless he managed to curse someones robes to duplicate endlessly or something. Losing because you went from one robe to twenty in a matter of seconds could have been hilarious. It would have been hard to raise a wand with so many layers. He noted down its use in Gringotts. He'd sometimes wondered what kind of security measures they had in place. He'd never had a hard time getting into his vault, and he'd assumed it was just a bunch of reinforcement charms and shields. Something you couldn't get past without a specific key. He'd never heard of anyone breaking into a vault successfully - not in years. He continued his note-taking, unsurprised that of course, they wouldn't be trying it out for themselves, until it seemed Professor Styx had concluded. He packed up his things and headed back out of the classroom, eager to see what was in store next time.

Four:
Lysander waited in his seat, in a classroom completely devoid of Professor Styx' presence. This was the time to do something fun, like burn his curtains or create any kind of decent light source whatsoever. It would probably be a bad idea - murder even, if Professor Styx burst into flames when he did come into the classroom. There was no time to really come up with an idea before the man was inside, gracing them all with his presence. The way his folded his arms reminded him of a bat, and his usual scowl had Lysander wondering why he even taught at the school. Maybe he wasn't a vampire, and he was simply a very corporeal ghost, or a less chaotic poltergeist. It would explain a lot about the cold, dead aura he seemed to surround himself with.

There wasn't much time to theorise, and Lysander listened to the man discuss, once again, a jinx they'd already covered years ago. Thankfully it seemed the jelly-legs jinx was only setting a precedent for the sponge-knees curse, and the jelly-fingers curse. Both sounded like something he and Sully could have come up with. Very self explanatory. It made him wonder what category his eye-brow growing spell fell into. A hex? A jinx? A curse? Some curses sounded dark, while others were hilarious, and it could be hard to pin the severity of them. His question was semi-answered when Kalif called on the class to give their opinions on why the curses he was discussing were in fact curses, rather than jinxes. He listened idly to the responses. It didn't seem to matter too much what something was categorised as, and it seemed as if a few spells fit into multiple categories. He jotted down his notes, struggling, as the chalk was, to keep up, and eventually left as the lesson was concluded.

Five:
Something had crawled up Professor Styx's ass and died, by the look of his face. He seemed furious about something, and Lysander half expected him to start cursing the class on the spot. Lysander warily took his seat, giving the room a brief glance around. When the professor opened his mouth, it wasn't to curse anyone, and instead it appeared that, thankfully, the lesson would be a short one. Lysander for one could not wait to get back out into the sunlight. He opened up his book and dipped his quill into his ink to take notes, glancing back up at the man to take in what he was saying. The Flagrante Curse. It sounded familiar, though he couldn't pick why. Was it related to the wand-writing spell? As the man continued, it appeared that no, it was no. It was totally different. A curse that burned the person who touched an object was nasty, but he had to admit, handy. He wasn't sure how bad of a burn it was, figuring it was something a potion could fix, though if it was a security measure in Gringotts, it had to be pretty bad. It was interesting to hear about another curse that the bank used, when he knew so little about what really happened behind closed vaults. Did they use curses like this on his galleons? Or was it only rich and powerful wizards? He made a note to ask one of the goblins the next time he made a withdrawal, and jotted down additional notes for the rest of the lesson, until it seemed Professor Styx was done with them. He packed his things, heading out of the classroom with everyone else.

Six:
Lysander entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom for the final time that semester, almost gratefully so. He'd barely settled before Kalif told them they could leave to go and study in the library, and Lysander was sure most would take him up on the offer rather than suffer through his cheerful company. Heading back out the way he came, Sander made his way toward the library to brush up on his notes.
 

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Lesson Missed: Lessons 1-6


One:
Skylar hadn't been entirely sure which subjects she wanted to take this semester, but she had been sure about Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was a fun subject, and she liked learning all the new spells that came with it. As soon as she came into the class, she realised that it would be mixed with all the houses, and she was excited to see how that would turn out. Taking a seat, she turned her attention to the Professor, who began by saying they'd be focusing on creatures this year. It seemed interesting and Skylar wondered whether it would link to her Care of Magical Creatures class, which she was also taking. The class ended very quickly, and although Skylar was a bit disappointed that they hadn't actually learned anything, she guessed it was to be expected, since it was only the first lesson. Jotting down the homework, she frowned as she wondered whether they'd be learning about werewolves next lesson, since that was the homework. She hoped it would be safe, but was interested to see what it would actually be about. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she left the class, heading straight back the her dorm, where she intended to read the chapter before she could forget.


Two:
After last week's lesson, Skylar hoped that they'd have something more interesting to learn about. She wondered whether it would be werewolves, since they'd been told to read a chapter in their textbook about them, which she'd read as soon as she'd finished her first lesson of DADA, to make sure she wouldn't forget. And she hadn't, but on the other hand, she'd gone to sleep a bit worried that a werewolf would bite her in her sleep without her realising. She hoped this lesson would alleviate some of her worries, and she sat down, wondering what the lesson ahead would include.

It turned out to be a lecture which contained basically everything she'd already learned in the textbook, followed by some open discussion, which Skylar really enjoyed. She liked listening to all the other people's questions and comments, and made her realise that there were questions she hadn't even thought about. Although there was a bit of a disagreement between a few of her classmates as to why they were taught about this subject, but Skylar decided not to involve herself in that. When it was her turn to ask a question she already had one prepared. "How long after being bitten do you have to apply the powdered silver and dittany?" she thought it was a pretty simple question, but in the rare case that it did happen to her or someone she knew, knowing how long they had before something happened to them seemed like a good enough reason to ask. She'd been one of the last people to have anything to add to the discussion, so the lesson finished soon after, and Skylar left the class, already excited about what they'd be learning about next week.


Three:
Last week's class had been fun with the incorporated discussion element, and Skylar hoped they'd do something similar again this lesson. When she entered the class though, she almost jumped out of her skin as a box near the front suddenly rattled. Having no idea what it was, she turned to look at the others, a bit wide-eyed, but when she saw them go to the middle of the classroom to stand, she decided to as well, although a bit shakily. Whatever was in there must be yearning to get out, and she didn't know whether she'd even want to face it. The Professor called on someone to tell the class what it was, but the name 'Boggart' didn't ring any bells to her. She should have probably read her DADA textbook, but she had completely forgotten to, and besides she didn't particularly like reading the information when she'd be taught it in class soon enough anyway.

The Professor's warning to stay back did scare her a bit though, and she wondered just what exactly would come out of the box. As soon as the Professor unlocked it, Skylar felt the hairs on her arms stand up as the room darkened and cooled, and she watched in slightly terrified curiosity as to what emerged. It looked a bit like a werewolf, and Skylar tried to shrink back into the crowd of students, not wanting it to catch sight of her. The Professor remained pretty calm, and she said some spell that suddenly caused the monstrous thing to lose all it's fur and the tree behind which it was hiding burn down. Although some of the students laughed, Skylar only grimaced, not understanding how it was funny. Without it's fur it looked even worse, but the laughter suddenly made it go away. Glad it was gone, Skylar let out a shaky breath, and turned to her Professor as she began explaining what it was.

The fact that this creature would turn into your biggest fear was incredibly unsettling, and Skylar hardly even realised they were supposed to repeat the incantation 'Riddikulus', since she was too busy worrying about what hers would turn out to be. She didn't really listen as the Professor explained the rest, but she somewhat numbly left the class, already terrified of what her boggart would end up being.


Four:
The last lesson had been a good wake-up call for her to realise that there were far worse things out there than she could ever have imagined. She hoped they'd take a break from Boggarts, and get back to them in a later lesson. She really just wanted a nice and easy lecture today if she was being honest. Walking into class, she stifled a gasp as she saw what looked like an aquatic devil inside of an aquarium. Well, she really shouldn't have been surprised that they'd be learning about yet another creature, but she hadn't expected to actually physically see one. Although when it did what looked to be an underwater handstand Skylar couldn't help but laugh a bit, since it looked quite funny doing it.

The creature was called a grindylow, and the more the Professor talked about them, the more Skylar began to wonder whether she'd be ok with going into any lakes again. They were strong enough to drown a human, and apparently wouldn't hesitate to eat one either, which slightly unnerved her seeing as there was a grindylow just a few rows in front of her. What if it somehow got out of the tank?? After the lesson ended, Skylar walked over to the tank alongside her classmates to observe the creature, and then headed to the library to complete her homework.


Five:
After Professor Drage had told them a few lessons ago that they'd be facing a boggart, Skylar had tried to prepare herself as best as she could. She'd gone through the list of all possible things she could do, but still had no idea what her boggart would be. Had they been faced up against it in her first year, it would have undoubtedly been her twin brother dead, because she couldn't imagine a life without him, but now having spent all these years apart from him while at Hogwarts, she had a disappointing suspicion that it wouldn't be him. And most likely not her family either, since they'd unfortunately just grown too far apart over the last few years. Knowing she'd find out soon enough though, she entered the class, immediately feeling a swarm of butterflies enter her stomach. She was so nervous as to what it would be, and whether or not she'd actually be able to defeat it. And whether or not she'd embarrass herself in front of her friends and classmates too.

She was glad when some of her classmates went first, although seeing every single person's fear was quite nerve-racking. The only thing that made it better was seeing almost everyone conquer it, and stop the boggart, although a few of the students had to get the Professor to step in, which made Skylar all the more nervous. To be fair though, all of theirs dealt with something to do with what she presumed were family-related traumas, and she was thankful to not have gone through anything like that so far in her life. But that still begged the question, what would her boggart actually be?

She stayed near the back of the group of students, not willing to face it just yet. Her fears were tumbling around in her head, and she hated the thought of the boggart taking the form of any of them. She was so caught up in it that she didn't even realise it was her turn. Seeing that Tilly had just finished hers, she gulped a bit, but stepped forward, repeating the incantation in head. She watched in slight curiosity as the boggart transformed into... her letter to Hogwarts? Not seeing anything particularly scary about it, she reached out her hand, wondering what it meant. The others had all gotten terrifying boggarts, and hers was just a simple letter? As soon as her hand came closer though, the letter burst into flames, and Skylar snatched her hand back, a small gasp escaping her as she did so. She finally realised what it meant. Without a letter to Hogwarts, she'd never have become magical, she'd never have met any of her friends and she'd never have spent the past few years of her life enjoying every single moment more than she ever had back home. Feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she thought about what it would have been like, she took a deep breath and imagined the pile of smoking paper suddenly turning into a mix of confetti, glitter, silly string, basically anything that reminded her of fun times. "Riddikulus!" she said, and watched as it switched to the most colourful confetti she'd ever seen. She breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she'd succeeded.

Moving back to the back of the group, she couldn't help but think about it though. It felt almost as though it was mocking her, and in two ways as well. Firstly, it seemed kind of pathetic to have a simple letter be her boggart when some of her classmates had to deal with their family members dying, but secondly, it also seemed slightly conflicting. Hadn't she wanted to get closer with her family again over the past few months? Wasn't all that she had wished for for ages to regain the bond with her brother that she'd had before leaving for Hogwarts? And now... if she hadn't ever gotten the letter, wouldn't those bonds still exist? Mulling these thoughts over, she didn't pay much attention to the rest of class, and hardly registered leaving and going back to the dorm, since she was so caught up in them.


Six:
Last week's lesson had given Skylar so much to think about in between her DADA lessons. She was still conflicted about her boggart, not knowing what to think of it. Every night before she'd gone to sleep she couldn't help but try to picture a life without Hogwarts, and essentially a life without magic. And she just couldn't. Over the past few years, she hadn't even realised how much magic had begun to mean to her, and just how much it had become a part of who she was, to the point where she was more worried about losing it than losing her family. Which had just given her another thing to worry about. She felt like a terrible daughter for feeling that way, and she was really glad she wasn't going home for the holidays, because having to face them after facing her boggart would definitely not be something she wanted to do.

Walking into her last lesson of the semester for Defense Against the Dark Arts, it all seemed a bit hectic. It seemed that everything they'd learnt about over the past few weeks was present in some shape or form, as well as new information about Vampires on the board. Not knowing what to start with, she was glad when the Professor told them that they'd be wise to copy down the information on vampires, since it may be in the exam, so she began with that. As much as she tried to focus, the presence of the boggart made it infinitely harder to study, so after she'd copied down the notes, she quickly walked over to the Grindylow tank to briefly observe it and recall anything she had to know about it. Once she was satisfied she knew everything she could about it, she wondered whether or not she should face the boggart. She hadn't done too badly against it last time, and she had no desperate desire to face it again, so after a few moments of contemplation, she just left the class, choosing to be done for the day. The only thing left was to read the chapter on vampires from the textbook, which she decided to do in the comfort of her dorm, where there wasn't an aquatic demon or a fear-inducing boggart in her presence.

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To this lesson Kiara came a bit tired and, of course, Styx was in his worst mood as she came to the lesson without any chance to work properly. What a coincidence! But she quietly sat in her place and acted like she was totally okay, as good as she could. She wrote down everything that he said and tried to not show that she was there. Even if she found that spell pretty exciting and had some questions about it, but decided to just read somewhere about it. She couldn't work, but she made herself do it just so Styx wasn't mad. When lesson was dismissed, she was already in the mood to get all the answers while she didn't forget about them, so she went to the library.
 

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Four:

When Celia woke up, she was very tempted to close her eyes and go back to sleep. In her dreams, she was no longer at Hogwarts. She was not a failure. She was not the girl who had run away only to be forced back in the most humiliating fashion possible. In her dreams, her family was whole and she was still free.

But she knew sooner or later she would have to come to terms with the fact that she was really, truly, completely stuck here. She would be spending the next seven years here, and it would be a waste to throw it all away by repeatedly failing her classes. There would be no second chances for her; her parents had made sure of that. So though Celia still couldn't quite fathom the idea of spending seven years at Hogwarts, she needed to at least act like she could.

So she forced herself to make the walk to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom for the first time that year. Unwilling to look anyone in the eye, she stumbled her way towards the back and took a seat in the corner. Maybe she could just sleep through the lesson. After all, she already knew all this stuff; she'd basically taught herself most of the first-year curriculum in all those free moments from skipping class. She'd wanted to enter Ilvermorny fully prepared to jump into classes in the middle of the school year.

Celia stared ahead, reading and rereading the notes on the blackboard. She knew if she let her mind wander, they'd inevitably turn to the disastrous events from the day before when she and Max had tried to run away. With a start, she realized that Professor Drage had given them another assignment. Confused, she automatically agreed when Bern asked to be partners. Thankfully, he explained what they were supposed to be doing.

Though self-studying theory had been easy, spells were another story. After all it was impossible to tell whether she was doing them right or not. It took Celia a couple tries before she was able to produce a viable shield charm. At least her stunning spells seemed to work. The exercise required intense concentration, but she couldn't focus. Yesterday's events were still heavy on her mind, and she went through the practice with a detached air. She knew it was probably unfair to Bern, but she couldn't bring herself to care. After an eternity, the class finally ended, and Celia couldn't get out of the classroom fast enough.

Five:

Yesterday had been the first time she'd seen Professor Pourroulis since the meeting in the headmistress's office, and Celia was still shaken by the encounter. Nothing bad had happened, but she still felt a rush of shame and sadness whenever she thought about the History of Magic field trip and her failed escape attempt. As she replayed the class over and over in her head, she made her way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in a bit of a daze.

Once again, she chose a seat in the back. Celia almost gave a sigh of relief when she heard there was a quiz. She didn't want to interact with any of her classmates. She just wanted to be left alone. Celia picked up her quill and started to jot down the answers. It was fairly simple, all stuff that she'd read about in the textbook. When she was done, she turned it in and quickly headed out before anyone could approach her.

Six:

Celia had written off History of Magic is as a lost cause — Professor Pourroulis probably hated her. But she was still hoping to salvage her grades in her other classes even though she'd skipped class for half the semester. Hopefully once she aced her exams, her professors would realize that it didn't matter that she'd been absent. She still knew all the material.

Professor Drage had already explained last class that they would be going to the Dueling Chamber, but that didn't stop Celia from automatically wincing at the words "field trip." Part of her wished it was an actual field trip though she knew that even if it was, it wouldn't help her. What was the use of running away if you had nowhere to go?

Celia listened to the instructions before deciding to practice some spells against a dummy. She still wasn't eager to talk to any of her classmates, but she knew leaving without practicing her wandwork would put her in a worse position for the exam. And she needed to do well on that exam. For the next hour, she threw all the DADA spells she knew at the dummies and even tried a couple of the second and third year jinxes she'd read about. They didn't work, but that wouldn't matter for the exam. Once she was satisfied that she could do all the first year spells, Celia pocketed her wand and left the chamber. She didn't want to spend any extra time in the dungeons if she could help it.

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Four:

With his hardest class of the week out of the way, Weston was more than ready to spend the next few days relaxing and learning new spells. He made his way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and grinned when Professor Drage announced there would be a demonstration. His hand shot into the air, and he waved it around, but she decided to pick Jordie instead. Weston wasn't too upset. After all Jordie was his best friend, and he gave a soft cheer as the Hufflepuff made his way to the front.

Jordie stumbled, but Weston couldn't see what was wrong. Not until he lifted his robes. It was super gross but also kind of cool, and he couldn't wait to learn how to do that. Unfortunately it sounded like a pretty difficult spell. He tried to imagine the other advanced jinxes Professor Drage was alluding to, only half-listening as she reminded them to focus on self-defense. It was kind of disappointing that all the defensive spells they knew were boring and not flashy at all.

When it was time to practice, Weston glanced around, wondering if Louis had shown up to class. But it looked like the boy was still gone. Was he even going to be able to pass the class if he kept skipping? Weston partnered up with a different Hufflepuff and went through the different spells. He had all of the first year spells mastered, but his trip jinx wasn't quite powerful enough. He also attempted a knee-reversing hex that barely made his partner twitch. By the end of class, he was slightly frustrated by his lack of progress, but hopefully he'd get it down next class.

Five:

Weston had been hoping to get the chance to practice some of the jinxes they'd learned, but he certainly wasn't going to be upset at the prospect of a "field trip," even if it was only to the dungeon. He joined his classmates in the Duelling Chamber and listened as Professor Drage introduced the other professor. Any disappointment about a lack of practice time immediately disappeared, and he grinned as the two professors faced off.

The Stinging Jinx turned Professor Haden red, which would have been a funny sight if he wasn't also wincing. Weston was very glad that Professor Drage hadn't called for any student volunteers. The next jinx also had an amusing effect though he got the sense that the feeling of having leeks erupt from your ears was less than amusing. The Antler Jinx was another fun one, and for once, the spell didn't look painful, just a bit awkward.

Weston wasn't sure what to expect from the last spell, but it definitely wasn't that. A strange, slimy creature emerged from Professor Drage's nose, and he instinctively stepped back. It was super gross, and thankfully she quickly banished it. The demonstration came to an end much to Weston's disappointment, but he was eager to get some spell practice in. He found a partner and started to go through some of the jinxes they'd learned that year. It took multiple tries, but by the end of the class, he had managed to get the trip jinx down. It was definitely progress, and he left class with a smile.

Six:

Weston was feeling fairly confident for the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam. There hadn't been a ton of lectures, and he knew how to do the spells. He just had to hope that would be enough to earn him an O. When Professor Drage announced that the class would be dedicated to revision, he grinned. The sight of the extensive study guide on the board diminished his grin slightly, but he supposed it was better that he had this guide than go into the exam blind. Weston quickly copied down the notes before heading out of the classroom. There was still plenty of time left before the exam; he could study later.

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Professor Lydia Drage

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Lucie Vernier

older twin | extroverted
 
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Name: Lucie Vernier
House and Year: Slytherin Second Year
Professor: Professor Lydia Drage
Lesson Missed: 1-3

Lesson One:
Lucie had been looking forward to going back to classes, despite the fact flying was no longer a subject. She was ecstatic to be a part of the Slytherin quidditch team however and definitely had a use for her older brother’s hand-me-down broom now that she had a place. It was only an alternate position, but she was sure that soon enough she would have one of her own that would be set in stone for her if she just tried hard enough. The captain was definitely motivating and the second year really hoped that would help her get through it and improve. The Slytherin girl followed her classmates to her classes, wondering what she would be learning about this year.

Lucie entered the Defence Against The Dark Arts classroom, taking a seat within the room and looking up as the professor began. The girl made sure to have her writing equipment out when the professor was talking. She knew this class was one of the important ones and so she didn't want to miss a thing. The professor simply told them that they would be learning prank-like jinxes and hexes throughout the year and Lucie smirked at this, figuring a lot of people would be using them to tease others, and Lucie would like to see them get into trouble for it and having it come back to the professor. Soon enough, the lesson came to an end and the Slytherin was quick to leave the classroom.

Lesson Two:
The second week had soon come around and Lucie was looking forward to it. The classes seemed good so far, particularly the ones that would contain plenty of practical lessons. She liked using her hands and hoped that more classes would offer that. She was looking forward to doing some actual work in her classes this week and so made sure to have everything packed neatly in her backpack as she made her way to her lessons.

Lucie promptly made her way to her Defence Against the Dark Arts class and took a seat near the front. She took out her writing equipment, expecting a lecture from the professor. She was almost shocked when the professor asked a volunteer to come up so she could cast a spell on them. Surely this wasn't legal? Lucie thought the volunteer was rather stupid for doing it, especially once the spell was cast on them and they were really struggling to stand with their new jelly legs. Lucie couldn't help but let out a bit of a laugh. This was definitely an amusing spell. The professor then told them to stand up and practice the spell on the people in the class and Lucie's eyes widened at this. There was no way she was letting them learn it! With a smirk, the girl selected the second most dumb looking person within the room and decided to cast the spell on them. It was definitely a fun lesson and the girl couldn't wait for the next one.

Lesson Three:
Lucie was in a very good mood coming into her third week of classes. Slytherin had won the very first game of the year, and whilst Lucie didn't play much part in it having sat on the bench the whole time, she was still very excited for what was ahead. She couldn't wait for the next game and she hoped that it would happen soon, and perhaps the captain might let her participate in it. The girl knew she needed to head to her classes though and so packed everything into her backpack for that week with a beaming smile upon her face, ready to take on whatever was thrown at her.

Lucie smiled as she entered the Defence Against The Dark Arts classroom. It was really her favourite class now and she was eager for it to begin. She listened as the professor began the lesson and told the class that they would be practicing the trip jinx. It was a little disappointing when the professor didn't ask for a volunteer, but she was sure that she'd be able to witness it happen to someone soon enough. They were told to pair up again, and Lucie paired up with someone different this time, really wanting to get this one right. She concentrated as she sent the spell at them, beaming as it worked after a couple of goes. The spell would definitely prove to be useful in the future and she couldn't wait to completely master it. She left the classroom at the end of the lesson once dismissed.

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Ryder Sanderson

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Name: Ryder Sanderson
House and Year: Slytherin Second Year
Professor: Professor Lydia Drage
Lesson Missed: 2

Ryder had to admit he was actually excited to attend a class today. It certainly wasn't often that he enjoyed waking up to attend classes, but today was different. In Defense Against the dark Arts they were actually learning prank jinxes. Something that Ryder could see himself using. He entered the classroom and took his seat in the back of the room. The professor began the lesson soon after as she asked for a volunteer. Ryder had no desire to volunteer for this. He watched as a student went to the front of the room to be jinxed by the professor. The young Slytherin boy let out a laugh as he watched the student get jinxed.

Soon it was time to break off into pairs and practice themselves. Ryder had been waiting for this moment. He partnered with another second year as he stood a few feet away from the other student. His wand was at the ready. He did not waste time trying to cast the jinx. "Locomotor Wibbly" The young boy said as his jinx was blocked by his partner. Ryder instantly wanted to try again, but knew he would probably get in trouble. He let his partner give it a go. He used the shield charm to block their jinx as well. This continued for a few times until Ryder frustrated almost yelled "Locomotor Wibbly" The jinx hit the student. Ryder watched as his partner's legs began to wobbly almost as if they were about to fall. Ryder let out a laugh only to be hit with the jinx as well.

Ryder's legs felt like they were no longer working right. They wobbled back and forth, him almost losing his balance. Once he composed himself, the young boy and his partner continued to practice until the end of the lesson. When dismissed he left the classroom, happy he learned something useful and amusing today.
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Name: Ryder Sanderson
House and Year: Slytherin Second Year
Professor: Professor Lydia Drage
Lesson Missed: 3

Ryder arrived to Defense Against the Dark Arts class on time. He was excited to be able to learn yet another jinx. He took his seat in the back row ready to begin practice on the jinx they were learning today. The Professor announced that that jinx would be a Trip jinx. Oh how useful this could be Ryder thought thinking about how he would love to be able to randomly trip people in the hallways. Of course this was frowned upon, but why else would they be learning about it if it was not to be used.

Ryder paired up with another student as they both took their spots and their wands out. Ryder again went first, liking the fact the other student could not defend themselves. Ryder casted the Trip jinx, unsuccessfully the first time. He guessed this was a little more difficult, but he had to get it. Sadly it was a lot less fun when the jinx was cast on him. He felt his legs go rigid as he fell to the ground. Ryder got up and brushed himself off. Holding his wand firmly he once again attempted to cast the Trip jinx. This time he was able to do it as his partner tripped over nothing and fell to the ground.

The rest of the lesson was spent practicing this jinx as well as the one from the previous lesson. Ryder also was able to defend himself which made him feel better and also more frustrated when he was unable to hit his opponent with the jinx. Overall he enjoyed himself, a smug smile on his face every time he was able to cast the jinx. At the end of the lesson, the young Slytherin left the classroom.


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Natalia Novak

🧊 Ice Queen | Distant | Dutiful 🌹
 
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Straight 13 1/2 Inch Rigid Hazel Wand with Essence of Belladonna Core
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12/2040 (13)
Name: Natalia Novak
House and Year: Slytherin Second Year
Professor: Drage
Lesson Missed: 6

It was the final week of classes and Natalia was feeling conflicted. She was eager to get home and away from Hogwarts, but she knew she had to disappoint her parents. She still hadn't made many proper pureblood friends. She also hadn't done as well in her classes as she knew her mother would have wanted her to. She headed to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom for the final lesson of the semester. She was glad to hear it was a free period to study or practice wandwork. Natalia was happy with the exam review, and after copying it down she headed to the library to study until the lesson was over.

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