Seventh Years: Lesson 1

Professor Killian Borisyuk sat behind the oversized desk, with his arms across his chest and appeared to be looking up at the ceiling with his eyes focused on the stone. This was just him relaxing before the seventh years entered the classroom. He assumed the last of them entered after a few minutes, so he opened his green eyes and his cold gaze landed on the students. This was their final year, in their final semester. Rather than a year of full review, this time he was going to have more modern history to go over, and some of which they might even express interest in. Killian definitely did, and so did his little brother, Kade. Not that Killian knew Kade's involvement completely. Killian gestured with his wand to close the door to signal that the lesson was starting up. "Welcome to your last year of History of Magic. You are likely aware that it is your NEWT year. If you didn't know before, well... There's not much I can do to help you on that. No one can."

Killian put his wand away and leaned back in his chair, while folding his thick arms over his chest. "The NEWTs are breathing down your neck and this class is not going to be a cake-walk. I'll have some revision for you all toward the end of the semester but getting there will take some critical, perhaps even controversial thinking. If you have issues with that, then you are in the wrong class. Anyway, onto the topic this year. I will be teaching you all about the Goblin wars, the Giant wars, and their impact. I will also be going over the modern dangers that pose today which are the Scitorari. Who they are, what they have done. After that, revision will begin." Killian knew that the latter might not feel at all that much fun, but this was school, and school was not meant to be fun at all. He sure didn't have a jolly ol' time when he was attending Durmstrang.

"Revision might sound awful, but it is over the entire course. First year material was a long time ago and probably forgotten. So, this should help you recall those memories." Killian shrugged his shoulders as he thought over anything else that he might need to cover. "If you have any issues with the upcoming assignments, don't come to my office at the last minute for help. You are all adults at this point and should know how to manage your time wisely. The NEWTs decide your future, so don't go around thinking that any class will be a walk in the park. With that, you are all free to leave. You are probably buried with other homework from other classes, so I won't make it worse." Killian snapped and the door opened to let the seventh years leave. That was all that he had for them anyway.

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Assignment: RP the lesson.​

 

[Aine Thompson]

Aine had been hoping that History of Magic would keep having new things to learn, as much as the revision was fine for a class like History she wanted to learn more. Especially since Professor Borisyuk actually taught them things that were really interesting and relevant. Sure, it wasn't all pleasant to think about, but that was for the better. The school had spent so long telling them that they needed to be able to defend themselves and very little about what the world outside was actually like, so having a better understanding was incredibly helpful to someone like Aine who really had no great understanding of the magical world beyond what she saw at school.

Of course, there would still be revision, which wasn't exactly exciting but if they put this much effort on passing a test more than anything else than it was for the best. Aine pondered for a moment if she even still had decent copies of her notes from fifth year to look back over (asking if she still had notes from first year was kind of hopeless). It was a relief at least that Professor Borisyuk gave them no homework - short lived, for sure, but she'd take it at this point.

 

[Aurora Archer]

Aurora couldn’t believe she was in her final semester of school. So much had happened between when she’d first arrived and now, now it was almost over. That felt too unreal for her. Too unreal. In her mind she did still feel like the 11 year old who’d arrived, but she really wasn’t. The teen was now already considering pre-filling out the job application to be a healer. She knew that she had to manage this semester to get it, but Aurora felt pretty optimistic about her chances with it. The teen was getting herself together, gathering up books and notes, making sure she had everything she would need before she headed out of the room.

Aurora walked into the history of magic classroom and took her usual spot in the room. She glanced at the professor as the man got started and she knew that this would be an interesting year of the class given what he was saying that they would be covering. She had thought it would be dull, that they’d do revision and that would be it, but it wasn’t. They were doing actual work. She took down what they’d be covering, but the professor shortly wrapped up the lesson and she took the time to get a note of the homework before heading out of the room.

 

[Rosie Archer]

Rosie missed Xinyi like he was a missing limb. Just apart from him. It was just six months though, so she knew she’d be able to get through it and then she’d spend all of her time as close to him at she could. THis was her last semester and she was looking forward to graduating and being able to move forward with her life. She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted but she had no doubt about her ability to get it. The teen was gathering her things up, she was a little a little unwell, just more vomit-y that general, but she was sure it was nothing and headed out of the dorm at the same time as Aurora.

Rosie walked into the history of magic classroom and took her usual spot in the room. She glanced at the professor as the man got started. She took her notes out but Rosie didn’t really have to write much because it seemed like they wouldn’t be doing much new just going over what they would be covering in the semester as a whole. She didn’t mind doing revision, since for Rosie, she knew that this sort of theory heavy class wasn’t something she did as well in. Her revision and memory was never as good. At least when it was about history. She packed up her things when she could and headed out of the room.