Seventh Years: Lesson 3

Professor Killian Borisyuk knew that this lesson would be rather controversial, but he was a neutral party when it came down to the group. But the seventh years needed to know this stuff. After all, it would not be long until these students were out in the real world. Either they would succeed, fail, or just survive. Either way, it was no skin off his back nor did he hold any sort of attachments toward the students. Once the seventh years were in, he gestured at the door with his free hand to close the door. Killian did not know much about this topic, but he would not let it be known since he only heard about them when he moved to New Zealand. "Good morning, seventh years. I'm going over a rather controversial topic. But when you witnessed the Unforgivable curses in Defence Against the Dark Arts as fourth years, so let's get into it." To him, not much could compare to that.

He sat down behind his desk and leaned back in the chair, looking down at the students as he started, "You are all aware of who the Death Eaters were and what sort of things they had done under their leader, Voldemort. The followers of that snake-like man have either been imprisoned, retired, or just plain dead. Good riddance considering what they were responsible for. Anyway, there are others out there that seek chaos that aren't followers of a man that was obsessed with a teenager and scared of an old man, which will go to show that you may encounter these people as they are thriving to this day." Killian gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "The group I am referring to remains active to this day named the Scitorari. The Scitorari means 'those who seek knowledge', roughly translated from Latin. From my understanding, the Scitorari believe that the wizarding community is not using magic to its full potential overall."

Killian could not say right off the bat on their common beliefs or goals because the Scitorari were so much more complex than the simple-minded Death Eaters. "I didn't say immediately what they believe is hindering magic because the Scitorari have different groups that all believe something different, allegedly, from what I have heard. Maybe they are just one group, or hundreds of smaller groups united under one name. The best way to identify this group is a ring they all wear." Killian took out his wand and tapped the board for the the chalk to draw up a circle, but then finished off with an Ouroboros, which was a dragon in a circle swallowing its own tail. "This is their symbol. It is called an Ouroboros. Now, the Scitorari didn't come up with this symbol on their own as it has been seen in history. However, with how many groups there are, maybe they had. Maybe they have been around much longer than we know."

Killian let that sink in their heads before he tapped the board again to erase the drawing of the dragon to replace it with the homework. "This is the homework. Due by next lesson. Class dismissed." Killian motioned toward the door to let it open and free the seventh years. The Scitorari was such a complex group, and he had no idea that his brother was involved.
Assignment: RP the lesson.
Extra credit: Write an essay over what you think the Scitorari's origin of magic might be. Opinion only, no research needed. Worth up to 5 EC points.
 
Aurora was a little in shock really. Rosie was pregnant. Aurora was sure it had to be fake, but the healer and Rosie seemed pretty certain. She just was sure that her sister knew better, but in the same breath, she could tell that Rosie was happy about it. Happy to be pregnant. She had never thought that she would want it while still pretty young, but she knew there was no changing it now. It was taking up space in Aurora’s mind and really she needed to try to focus. There were her NEWTs coming up, she needed to do well on those. The gryffindor was grabbing her things, helping Rosie with hers and then waited till rosie was ready before heading out of the dorm room.

Aurora walked into the history of magic classroom and sat down in the class. She took out her notes and books and placed them down in front of herself. She took the quill and began writing down what the professor began telling them about the death eaters, covering that period of history. She took notes about it, but mostly was just a little sad that they still existed in the modern form within New Zealand. She wondered why people always thought like that. Even when they had no reason to. It was interesting to learn about what they were and how to identify them but the lecture was shortly over and she eagerly packed up and headed out of the room. Heading to the library to do the homework.
 
Monday Weeks shuffled into Professor Killian Borisyuk's class, feeling the weight of his sleep deprivation pressing heavily on him. His eyes were half-closed, and his movements were slow as he found his seat. He tried to shake off the fatigue, to no avail. As Professor Borisyuk began to speak, Monday struggled to focus. The mention of the Unforgivable Curses from their fourth year brought a shiver of discomfort, but he tried to stay attentive. He took out his quill and parchment, ready to take notes despite his exhaustion. When Professor Borisyuk started discussing the Death Eaters and their actions, Monday noted it down, though it felt like old news. He found his mind wandering slightly, but the mention of a new group, the Scitorari, pulled him back into the lecture. He scribbled down the group's name and their general beliefs, albeit with a few yawns in between.

Monday wrote down the notes, his handwriting becoming sloppier as he fought to keep his eyes open. The professor's description of their differing beliefs and the possible fragmentation of the group made Monday frown in concentration, trying to piece together the complexity of the topic. The symbolism of the Ouroboros intrigued him, and he found himself wondering about the history and depth of the Scitorari. As the professor announced the homework, Monday jotted it down hurriedly. He knew he needed to stay on top of his assignments, especially with his current state of mind. He packed his notes and assignment and went on his way.
 

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