Seventh Years: Lesson 4

Professor Killian Borisyuk had his arms folded over his chest as the seventh years came into the classroom. He looked over at his watch as he remained standing, leaning against his desk. The only reason why he was not moving was because of the sticking charm he used to keep it in place since he didn't want his weight to push it back, and fall down. That was the last thing that he wanted to do in front of anyone. That was why he was not found walking the corridors. Tripping over students might cause injury to them and himself, though the latter being less so. It was soon time to start the lesson, so he closed the door with a wave of his hand. "Greetings. Last lecture of the year for History of Magic before the final two lessons of review for the entire course. I know you all must be excited to get out of school, so not much longer left." Killian knew that the seventh years would need some time to review the material from the last six years, but that was for next time.

"We left off with the Scitorari, so this lesson you will be learning more about what they have done that they have claimed. The Scitorari are fairly tight lipped and secrecy seems to be their true source of power. One might wonder if the Aurors know more about them than the public, or if they are in the dark as much as we are." Killian paused to take a drink of water so that he had could continue without actually pausing. "In 2028, there was a public appearance of Death Eater enthusiasts, but since it was quiet, one has to wonder whether or not that these were actually members of the Scitorari in one of the factions I mentioned to spread chaos and panic in the wizarding community. Even though they hid in the shadows for who knows how long, they made themselves known as ruthless killers when they killed the Head Auror, Nicolas King. He was at the alter saying his 'I do' when they struck him down. You might recognize that name because he used to be a Headmaster here."

Killian worked mentally to continue with the lesson since they had made a number of attacks in the more recent years. "A member of the Scitorari was caught when a woman, Avory Brandt, ran for Minister for Magic. She nearly won too. In March 2041, they made themselves known in a public appearance, advertising themselves and accusing the Ministry of lying. No arrests were made but their message was heard across the community between the students and adults. Another Scitorari member struck down a former Headmistress' daughter but he was promptly taken in. The Scitorari remained rather active since in 2046, another candidate for Minister for Magic was attacked by three members of the Scitorari just before election day with his memory wiped. Of course, they were caught and sentenced by the new Minister for Magic at that time." Killian leaned forward to put his arms on his desk, clasping his hands together.

"Things have been quiet so far, but how long will that last? As you heard, they will stoop low enough to murder to accomplish their goals, even if it is just to make themselves known that they are still around. From what I gather, it is namely for attention. Rest assured, the Ministry will deal with them like they have the Death Eaters, especially if they use Dark Arts. And with that, your History of Magic material is done. The next two lessons will be review." Killian tapped the board for their homework since it wasn't exactly research. "This is for extra credit only. Other than that, I have nothing else for you. Class dismissed." Killian snapped his fingers and the door opened to let the seventh years go.

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Assignment: RP the lesson.
Extra credit: What is your opinion on the Scitorari? Are they worse than the Death Eaters? Worth up to 5 EC points.​

 

[Aurora Archer]

Aurora was still in some shock about what she’d learnt, but it was funny how life just continued. Her dad didn’t seem too annoyed by it, and was at least around to be able to help Rosie whenever Aurora couldn’t. She knew she was being over-protective, but Aurora couldn’t help it. She came in from the quidditch pitch and began getting herself ready for the day ahead, making sure she had her notes and books, and homework, everything that she would need for the day ahead and then she headed out of the dorm and to her first class of the day.

Aurora walked into the history of magic classroom walked into the history of magic classroom, keen to keep learning about the Scitorari. She took her books and notes and placed them down in front herself s the professor got started. She took her quill and began writing down what the professor was saying about it. She had known about some of the latter items, just because they had been more recent, but it was interesting to hear about them. She figured it this was the last lesson before they went to study and then do the exam, it made sense. It was an obvious place to end on, and a good one at that too. The gryffindor got the last few things the professor said and then took down the homework. Making sure to have a note of that before heading out of the classroom and to the library.

 

[Monday Weeks]

Monday Weeks shuffled into History of Magic class, his eyes barely open and his mind feeling like it was moving through fog. He found his seat and slumped into it, pulling out his notebook and quill with mechanical precision. The promise of the last lecture of the year was a small comfort, but he knew he had to stay focused despite his exhaustion. Professor Borisyuk began the lesson by summarizing their last topic on the Scitorari. Monday tried to keep up with his notes, but the details were slipping through his tired mind. He managed to jot down key points.

As Professor Borisyuk detailed the ruthless actions of the Scitorari, Monday's pen wavered. The brutal attack on Nicolas King, the high-profile incidents, and the persistent threat they posed made Monday wonder why that was. He knew he needed to remember these details, but his tired brain was struggling to keep up.When Professor Borisyuk mentioned the next two lessons being reviews, Monday felt a small wave of relief. At least he would have a chance to consolidate all this information. He scribbled down the extra credit assignment, though he doubted he'd have the energy to tackle it. With a weary sigh, he made his way to the library, hoping to find a moment of peace somewhere in his hectic day.​