Third Years, Lesson Four

Gabrielle was prepared, wearing her jeans and a shirt instead of her usual robes - helpful, since her regular robes still needed fixing after the duels. She just hadn't gotten around to it. It was always nice to get out and about with the students. She was sure they found it a little dull to be cooped up in the castle all the time. Even though it was a very nice castle. The students likely appreciated the break from lectures, too. It was a good time of semester because she got to take the first years out on a field trip as well as the third years. She'd have to come up with something for the second years to match. "Hello, everyone," she greeted, as the third years came in to the classroom. Gabrielle was pleased to see they'd remembered the dress code. She had sent out a reminder, just in case - also suggesting students could bring cameras if they had them.

"Now, as you might have guessed, we're going to visit Stonehenge." It likely was not a surprise at all, given the last major lecture. That and she'd negotiated a shift in class time to line up with the appropriate hours for England. It was a bit of an awkward timezone to work with but they'd just have to make the most of it. "We'll have a bit of a wander, you can take photos, think about how it might've been built now you'll have an up close look to get a bit of context," she gave a smirk on that last one, not really expecting them to do that, though it was a reasonable thing to wonder in general regardless of whether they had marks riding on it. Gabrielle pulled out her sphynx statuette from her handbag...which mostly just carried the sphynx at this point. It had been a gift given to her a long time ago that had been considered rather fitting for her personality. Gabrielle had been flattered. "If you don't remember seeing it in first year, this is my portkey," she explained, placing it on the desk and gesturing for the students to come forward. "You should all know what to do by now. Everyone try and at least get a fingertip on it," it wasn't easy to do with all the students, but they'd manage. "And we're off." The portkey sucked them away, taking them to the other side of the world.

"Here we are," Gabrielle said, gesturing in a sort of welcome, handing out tickets to the students so they could have access to the stones proper. It was still morning in England, and not too busy at this stage, thankfully. "Head on in and show your tickets as you go. We'll wander for oh," she looked at her watch, "maybe about an hour or two? I'm conscious of the time but I don't want you to miss out. I'll be around if you have any questions or need anything." Gabrielle had planned for the house elves to provide tea and hot chocolate for when they got back to school, seeing as it would be late at night as well, as a means of apology for keeping them so late at night and hoping it was something to relax them for sleep afterwards. But until then, they had a monument to explore, and Gabrielle followed the students towards the stones, still marveling at them no matter how many times she'd seen them.

Homework
RP the lesson.
 
After last week, Tanith was absolutely exhausted. She wanted to skip class, but she couldn't bring herself to mess things up any more than she already had. She lingered perhaps a little longer than she really needed to, but that was apparently unavoidable.

Tanith hurried a little for this class, however- there was a field trip and she was actually eager to go. She tried to hide herself in the group, not wanting to draw attention, but she had to admit that even when she was peeking from behind taller kids it was all absolutely breathtaking. She was exhausted by the time they returned. She'd never been so happy to see a cup of cocoa in her life.

With a sigh Tanith sat down, cradling the cocoa. She'd sipped her way through about half of it, students still lingering in the room, when she drifted off in her seat. She slid against the desk, head on one arm and hands still wrapped around the cup.
 
Sunday had to admit that a lot of her classes this year left her feeling a lot more... mystical. Divination, Astronomy, Arithmancy. She supposed even a bit of her History lessons were laced with a bit more whimsy. She just felt especially... witchy, she supposed. In a good mood, Sunday added a few extra accessories to her look before heading to class, resisting the urge to hum to herself as she walked.

She was really excited for today- she'd spent weeks planning the perfect outfit. Feeling amazing, she took her place with the others, liking to think a few of them might've stolen a second glance. She didn't outwordly acknowledge any of them, even if she spent the field trip torn between being fascinated by all they saw and being hyper aware of her own movements, trying her best to be graceful and dainty. She continued on that way even after they'd returned and she walked back to her dorm, thinking she just had to be super cute and charming.
 
Rosalind took the portkey, excited to get to actually see stonehenge. The real deal. Ancient rocks. It shouldn't be exciting, but it was. And her cousin Lucy had missed out on this just because she didn't like history of magic. Rosalind shook her head at the thought and thoroughly enjoyed herself, making sure to get as much information out of a tour guide as she could. She was exhausted by the time they got back, not realising until she'd stepped back into the castle, and deeply appreciated the hot cocoa awaiting them.
 
Alana walked into the classroom and it took her too long to remember the professor had said that they were going on a field trip this class. Then when she realised it was Stonehenge, she was very excited that she would get to see Stonehenge for the first time though she wasn’t sure she was going to enjoy the weather. She touched the portkey and landed slightly wobbly on her feet because landing gracefully with a portkey was not easy. She clutched her ticket to her chest and wandered around closer, excited at the history she was seeing in front of her. She looked everywhere, taking in as many details as she could. Soon, the lesson was over and she begrudgingly returned, ready to take on the rest of her day, with a little less pep in her step.
 

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