Second Years, Lesson Five

"Morning, everyone," Gabrielle greeted, giving a tight smile to the students as they took their seats. "Now, we've pretty much covered the semester's work, so I won't bore you with more lectures. Instead, I'm going to give you a bit of an 'assignment'." She gave quotation marks with her fingers at that, shaking her head. "Rather than just tell you to revise. Which is possibly more helpful, but boring. And I might as well have not shown up if that was the case. So, what I want you to do this lesson is relax, enjoy some snacks, and write me a small paragraph about someone who you find inspiring. Just pretend you're back in second grade, at least if you went to a muggle school that is," she joked. "Could be anyone. You could talk about an ancient ruler, you could talk about the Minister of Magic, or you could talk about your parents. I just want to know about someone who inspires you and one reason why."

Gabrielle picked up her cup of tea, gesturing vaguely at the students. It was a bit of a test of their writing and ability to explain themselves in the written word, but she didn't want to make that too obvious. "Have some fun with it. And if you just want to have a nap, that's fine as long as you at least pretend to look like you're meditating." She smirked before sliding off the desk to go back to her seat and read over some assignments. "Any questions, I'll be here."

Homework
RP the lesson. Extra credit for doing the homework. Yes it's cheesy, but it can be a nice little characterization moment. If you use any sources, please cite them!

 

[Winnie Calida]

Winnie walked into the history classroom and took her usual spot in the history classroom. She looked up at the professor as the woman got started and then rolled her eyes at what they were to do. She could figure out why they were, but she didn’t need to love it. She just got started, writing about an ancient ruler as they were instructed to for most of the lesson. It wasn’t hard, but Winnie was pretty glad when the lesson was wrapped up and she was able to leave the room.

 

[Jonah Edogawa]

Jonah bit his lip as he pondered on the assignment, rolling his quill between his fingers. Someone who inspires him? He wasn't feeling particularly inspired. He didn't think he'd felt inspired in quite a while. It wasn't that he was surrounded by people who could be inspiring, but Jonah himself hadn't been able to sort through his emotions well enough to figure out who he looked up to. He wondered if the professor would be particularly mad if he just skipped this assignment. He didn't want to lie. Yeah. Meditating sounded better.​

 

[Sayuri Edogawa]

Sayuri would really rather have the lecture thank you very much. She knew the assignment was... optional. But it didn't mean that she wasn't going to do it. It was supposed to be easy and she'd even have the extra credit for it - not that she needed extra credit but it was just one of those things that was nice to have. Anyway, it was supposed to be easy but it's not like she wanted to particularly write it. Merlin, she hoped he never sees this. She should have chosen the snacks. Or to meditate.​

Spoiler: Homework

Elijah Edogawa. Yes, that's my older brother - the Ravenclaw one, in case there's a mix-up. I don't want him knowing because he'll get either a big head - bigger than what he already has - or think something stupid like pressure himself because he has to better than he already is if he finds out I look up to him. He's persistent. And determined. And smart. And patient. He doesn't seem like it, but when you grow up with Jonah and Rose, well, you'll get why the short temper with everyone else. He doesn't have to be an older brother because they're all the same age, and we're nearly the same age, but he does it anyway. And that's why I maybe sort-of look up to him, because he's better than me - again, he better not find out - and he takes too much on his plate when he doesn't have to but because he cares.

 

[Imogen Styx-Cade]

The Slytherin girl stared at herself in the mirror to ensure that she looked perfect. Her hair was flawless and showered down her back and shoulders. Imogen knew that she was one to look at. The way she carried herself, her appearance - everything that any boy would love to look at. Imogen was not aware of her vanity, but alas, she might when she got older. Imogen felt that she was the prettiest girl in the school, definitely prettier than veelas. Imogen straightened her tie and grabbed her backpack. She was ready to tackle the day ahead of her. Imogen walked in the History of Magic classroom and settled in quickly. Professor Moncrieffe started the lesson with no more boring lectures, but a paragraph of someone they found inspiring. Imogen thought for a moment, and then started on the assignment about her two mothers. She wrote as much about them as she could, and turned it in. She got up and left.​