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Post by Gavin on Jun 13, 2005 18:59:49 GMT
History..... who cared?
Gavin knew he was a Ravenclaw, which meant he was supposed to be more academically inclined than your average Student, but History was just.....boring.
However, he perked up when he noted that the Professor was anything but a droll idiot, extolling the virtues of menial knowledge. His story helped, too, and with a grin, Gavin began to scratch out his own tale.
In a time long ago, when You-Know-Who still struck fear into the hearts of people everywhere, an Agency was born. A division of the Ministry, yet not technically under the orders of any but the Minister himself, the Department of Wizardly Protection was made.
The Aurors, though undoubtedly formidable, were too constrained in their focus, opting only to help the Magical folk. The Department of Wizardly Protection was created for the sole purpose of protection, whether it be Muggle or otherwise. Its members were some of the most unorthodox Witches and Wizards of the time, relying duly on magic and Muggle items, such as guns.
One man, Victor DeViras, was the only Wizard in the Department to actively have a family, thus presenting a danger to them. His wife and son, Gavin, were constantly in the prescence of armed guards, for their own protection, causing much paranoia to ensue.
However, when he became of age, Gavin opted to join the Department, citing that he would be in less danger if he knew how to handle himself. Though he could not be accepted as a full-time member, he was still subjected to the rigorous training that the others had to go through, thereafter being used mainly as a sleeper agent, someone who could operate outside of the suspicions of the Ministry's enemies.
However, when information of a dark plot concerning the Academy known as Magic Horizons, Gavin was enrolled as a student, and thus was able to examine the plot much closer.
His cover was blown, perhaps on purpose, when Gavin confronted a pair of Lycans in the Graveyard, and a battle ensued. During which, he used a silver cloud grenade to incapacitate the Lycans, but was surprised by a third and dragged to the Tunnels. Somehow, he was able to escape, and now seeks out more conspirators, hoping to bring things to an end once and for all.
Gavin paused in his writing, tapping his quill thoughtfully to his chin, before scrawling at an angle at the bottom of his parchment,
That is why I am here.
Incredible tale, Mr. DeViras. I presume the Ministry has sent you on account of...well, maybe I shouldn't go about saying names, here. Have you considered joining the - well, talk to me after class, if you would. 15 points to Ravenclaw, and 5 extra points for such a stunning revelation.
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Post by Hayzie on Jun 13, 2005 19:14:27 GMT
Running away from problems had been something Hayzie had tried to do her entire life, and since she had come back from the forest, she had told herself she wasn't going to do it any more. Never.
After a few minutes of calming down in the girls' toilets on the second floor of the school, Hayz dried her eyes. She wouldn't let anyone see she had been crying, no way. But when she reached the library and sat at one of the tables with a piece of parchment in front of her, the blonde allowed a few more tears to fall before writing out her assignment. Her exploit was far too easy to remember.
Gryffindors were always known as being reckless and adventurous, putting actions before thoughts, and this was true of a young girl named Hayzie Roberts who attended Magic Horizons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Never being very good at potions, a friend of hers offered to help make a Polyjuice Potionm and when it had been concocted in the Prefects' Bath of the school, Hayzie took the potion and ventured into the Forbidden Forest disguised as Chailyn, the elder of the Forest Lycans. The aim of this mission was to try and persuade the Forest Lycans that the war that was going to take place between the two Lycan clans of the school was the wrong thing all around, but she felt that Chailyn only had the power to convince the other Forest Lycans that the war was being called off.
Unfortunately, the potion wore off too quickly due to a mistake that had been made, and the forest Lycans Rikka and Mondia realised that she was not Chailyn after all. Following this, the Gryffindor girl managed to get herself into a lot of trouble, as did her friend, and it following a small arguement, Hayzie's hand was bitten off, leaving her feeling ill and faint.
Luckily, her friend came back to help her, but there was a long two weeks in St. Mungo's ahead of her, and from that day forth, Hayzie Roberts found herself a Lycan. A reluctant one, but one nonetheless.
Taking a deep, shuddery breath, Hayzie reread her assignment. It was, by far, the biggest exploit of her life, and one which she wouldn't be able to forget in a hurry.
Drying her eyes from tears again, the blonde rolled up her parchment, gave a small smile to the librarian and headed back to the classroom.
Knocking on the door, Hayzie waited outside, shuffling her feet, waiting for either a call to go in, or for the Professor himself to open the door.
Who is it? Welcome back, Hayzie, was there a reason behind your leaving so abruptly? What? You completed your assignment in the library? Well let me see it!
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I see. 15 points to Gryffindor.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jun 14, 2005 23:00:36 GMT
Lynette skirted down the corridor, her books bag flying off her shoulder, a quill held in her fist, her hair a frizzy mess. She was wild eyed, and when she saw the room she presumed to be for History of Magic, she nearly well dove for it.
A quiet resounding thunk at the door followed by a meek grunt of embarressment informed the room of Lynette's arrival, or perhaps of her ill accuracy of opening doors. The doorknob clicked when she turned it and she slid into the room, pulling her messy locks down self conciously.
"Am I, er, late?" She mumbled her question, back pressed against the wall like she would blend into it.
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Post by Professor Windwaltz on Jun 15, 2005 22:24:29 GMT
Talon, who was busy grading the stacks of papers for his assignment, looked over at the girl in the corner. "Never too late," Talon said, picking up his wand and pointing at an armchair next to Forgoil. "Sit there. The assignment is to write one of your exploits - either one from your early life or your time here. It needs not be the most professional."
Returning to his stack of papers, he awaited Lynette's assignment as well.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jun 18, 2005 16:55:18 GMT
"Okay," Lynette whispered, rubbing the small red mark forming on her forehead. She sank into the chair, shoulders hunched modestly as she pulled her lucky quill from her bag. She tilted her head at Forgoil, glancing at his paper. Third person, she noted. After a moment and a resigned sigh, she picked up her quill. There was only one notable experience she ever had that would serve the assignment. Lynette Pearlcombe Ravenclaw 5th Year "Fear has it's use, but cowardice has none." -Mahatma Ghandi
Lynette Pearlcombe came from a family of brilliant minds. Some were philosophers, some were writers, some were professors, and some ran illustrious businesses. From a young age, her home was brimming with books, teeming with knowledge.
Lynette loved to read. She was born a fragile little soul, not built for outdoor activity, so she found adventure in the stories. By age eleven when she was being sent off to school, she had read every book in her parents library and was thrilled to tackle her school's library next. She was sent to a small all girls academy in a country house tucked away in the hills.
For several years, Lynette was nurtured in a book-filled haven. Some of the documents held there were ancient, amazing and intruiging. Afternoons flew away as she poured over the texts that were hardly legible. Of course, there was a single bookcase behind the Librarian's desk that was locked that she'd look at longingly every so often.
"You're never meant to know everything," Is all the librarian would say when Lynette asked why those books were locked up. She became close friends with the kind old librarian and was often permitted to stay up late in the Library, reading. Countless nights she would fall asleep with a book in her hand.
One winter night in her fourth year, Lynette was woken out of her slumber at the back table in the Library to see the window near her was open. Freezing air was blowing into the room, raising goosebumps on her skin. She stumbled up and over to the window, peering down at the dark field stretching out in front of the school. Nothing out of the ordinary. Shivering, she closed the window again tightly and turned back, ready to head up to her room.
Freezing dead in her steps, she saw the outline of someone in the doorway. A male.Fear crumpled her at the knees and she held onto the windowsill behind her. The man stared at her a long moment, then silently went over to the locked bookcase. Lynette hunched, a coward at her windowsill.
The man tapped his fingers against the glass gingerly, then drew his wand. Lynette was paralyzed, watching in horror. "You're never meant to know everything," she muttered. The man hesitated,hearing her but not answering. He was growing angry, she could tell by the jagged way he held himself. He didn't know how to open the case without damaging the books. Finally, he raised his wand in the air, looking decisively.
In one fluid motion, Lynette crunched her cowardice up in a ball tried to explode it from her head. She took two long steps behind the man, raised her wand to the base of his neck, and screamed.
A shot that lit up the whole room in eery magnificence traveled the short distance and sent the man crashing right into the bookcase. All the windows in the room shattered. The man was crumpled against the books, the glass shards sticking obscenely from his skin. Blood was seeping onto those mysterious texts and running in little tear drops down the parchment, ruining the ink.
Lynette stood there, horrified, hugging herself tightly. She was shaking badly and there was a mild burn the shape of her wand in the palm of her hand. Though the noises must have woken the whole school, no one came down to see what the ruckus was about for many minutes. Decades, it seemed to Lynette. Little Lynette, the sweat on her forehead freezing, her lips blue, her teeth chattering.
There were Ministry men at the school the next morning. She was an obedient girl, answering all the questions they asked, recounting the event several times for their benefit. She didn't mention that the man stared at her from his glass grave for a long time before they emptied out into vacancy. The men were grave and polite, though she read the repeating sense of doubt in their eyes. They were wondering how slight, fragile fourteen year old girl could have killed a grown man in his thirties. Lynette was just surprised she wasn't being put in Azkaban. The Headmistress said that I had done the school a great honor, protecting them all. Protecting the books, Lynette wanted to correct her, but never did.
The books were taken out of their library by the springtime, to a place Lynette never asked where. She couldn't so much as stand in the Library without shaking anymore. By the end of the term, just like the books, Lynette was taken out to find a school more 'suitable to her needs' is what her parents said. She just wanted to be able to read again without nausea raising in her stomach.
She skimmed her words briefly, tugging her red sweater even tighter around her. She pushed her parchment away and closed her eyes for a brief moment. Such hunger for knowledge is Rowena Ravenclaw's special trait - I presume the Sorting Hat was right to place you where you did. Yet such passion is quite the trait of Salazar Slytherin's house. Wonder is one thing, passion is another. 15 points to Ravenclaw, and 2 extra points for your marvelous portrayal of Ravenclaw's special trait.
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Keelin Thomas
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Post by Keelin Thomas on Jun 18, 2005 17:04:36 GMT
Keelin ran into the class room breathing heavy. She had just ran from the Ravenclaw common room to here. "Um.. Sorry if I'm late Professor Windwaltz." said Keelin as she walked more into the room. She looked around and saw a few people she knew, most of them that she new were from the Cabal. Keelin smiled brightly at her professor as she shifted her bag from her shoulder to the other. When she found a empty seat, she sat her bag down beside her and got out her quill, parchament and ink bottle. she read the assignment on the borad and began to write.
Months before Keelin became the so called Leutentient of the Cabal, the group against Danawi, she was just a student with no real reason to fight or cause touble. Keelin had befriended two lycans, Tobias and Pyro, shortly after arriving at Magic Horizons. They were very closes and help each other all the time. One night, Keelin left the safe castle to look for her friend, Pyro wasn't in bed, so she thought that she might have been out with Tobias. She she wandered the grounds till she found that she was in one last place, right outside the Forest. Keelin, being still half asleep and not think clearly, when to her and tryed to calm her down as much as she could. When that was done, and she met back up with Tobias who was also there but wasn't seen till after Keelin arrived, They started to leave. But to Keelin surprize, A demon came down and grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her into the air and back into the forest. Through I will not say the details, but Keelin had very bad injuries afterways and many scars. Thank god, Keelin learned not to go into the forest without permission again.
Keelin reread her essay and shuddered at the memory. she then placed her paper down and looked up smiling.
Did that demon, perhaps, go by the name of Isaac? Entering a Lion's den - especially if it is Androcles that enters - may result in more injuries than physical. 15 points to Ravenclaw, and 2 extra points for adding a moral.
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Post by Shazza on Jun 22, 2005 4:08:34 GMT
Shazzamyn had woken up from her nap with a jolt at the sound of a thunk at the door. Looking around to see if anyone had notice her snooze, she got out her quill and parchment and listened to the teacher's instructions to the girl who had come in late.
'Ooo! This is going to be fun!' Shazza thought to herself, as she racked her brain for one of her many adventures. Then she remembered "That One Time..."
Smiling to herself, she began to write.
Shazzamyn Xynorek Hufflepuff History of Magic assignment
Once upon eight years ago, a young, innocent, and extremely adorable seven year old named Shazzamyn Xynorek decided to go sledding. It had snowed a great amount the day before thus providing the perfect conditions, so she convinced her mother (who was busy taking care of her then two year old twin brothers Gerrard and Paul), to allow her to go.
Looking for the perfect sled, she happened upon a road that was very steep, of which she was convinently located at the very top of. The road was closed off because of the snow, so she decided to sled down it.
That she did, but what she didn't know was that the busy three-lane intersection below it was not closed. By the time our young heroine did, however, it was too late; she was going way too fast to stop without severely injuring herself.
Reaching the intersection, she missed one car, barely made it past another, and slid underneath yet another before hitting the median, causing to fly over two lanes and tumble past the last one and into a big pile of dirty snow.
When she was dug out of the snow by friendly bystanders, she was taken home by a neighbor who witnessed the event and was grounded for about a year. So the lesson she learned was not to go sledding into a busy three-lane intersection.
Shazza looked over her assignment, paused, and hastily added:
... Oh, and I guess to think before you act.
THE END!
She ran over to the teacher and handed it in, then back to her desk, resting her chin on her hand and returning to memory lane.
A very touching story - to hear the exploits of muggle children is always warming for the heart. Even if they could end up very much dead or in danger. 15 points to Hufflepuff, and 3 points for a moral and an added moral.
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Post by blackraven1614 on Jun 22, 2005 6:33:59 GMT
Jade was zoning out in class. She heard the assignment so she took out a quill and parchment and started to write.
Name:Jade Greenwood House:Slytherin History of Magic
Jade Greenwood. A rich pure blood. She was never happy because her parents ignored her, or they would yell at her for not studying. She had a secret that her parents would of almost beaten her to death for. The fact that she was in love with a muggle. He was amazing. Smart, funny, handsome, and open-minded. Everything she had always wanted. He was the only thing that made want to wake up the next morning. She knew it was a forbidden love, but she remembered a quote she heard once, "never throw anything away that once made you smile." Jade knew she couldn't let anyone find out about this. She snuck out her house, and went and knocked on his door as usual, but for some odd reason her parents were standing right behind her. "We put a tracking device on you," her mother said while slapping her across the face. "How dare you come to a muggles house in the middle of the night," her father yelled. "If we can't stop you from seeing this boy, then we're putting a charm on you that won't let you leave the house,"he said while dragging her back home. When she got there, they brought her in the basement, well more like the torture area. They beat her, whipped her, and made her stay down there looking at a picture of her love. The love she couldn't have. She never saw him again.
Almost with tears coming out of my eyes. I turned the paper in crying my eyes out remembering him.
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Post by GONE on Jun 22, 2005 20:27:28 GMT
Yamaroshi finally located the room of the class he was supposed to be at. He was already late getting out of his dorm, then he went to underwater basket weaving by accident.
Now he was finally where he was supposed to be: History of magic. He stepped into the classroom quietly, so as not to disturb the students who were at work.
He sat down quietly at the nearest table. Because he was so late, he obviously didn't know what he was supposed to be doing. He raised his hand slowly to get the professor's attention, hoping he wouldn't get angry over the boy's lateness.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jun 22, 2005 20:47:00 GMT
Lynette glanced over at Yamaroshi curiously, noting his unease in the way he creapt to his seat.
"You're writing one of your, er, exploits," She told the boy as quietly as possible. "But in third person, past tense." She cringed slightly to herself, not sure if he would understand her.
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Post by GONE on Jun 22, 2005 21:14:52 GMT
And indeed he didn't.
Yamaroshi lowered his hand and looked at the girl who just spoke to him. "I'm not sure I understand... what do you mean by 'one of my exploits'?", he whispered.
He looked back at the teacher. Perhaps, if he was quiet, he wouldn't notice that Yamaroshi was so late.
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Post by Lynette Pearlcombe on Jun 22, 2005 21:18:16 GMT
"Er, exploit. Like..dictionary description would be a particularly heroic deed. Or maybe he's just looking for a lesson you learned the hard way. Something that would go well in a History Book." Lynette explained softly, also casting a wary glance at Professor Windwaltz.
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Post by GONE on Jun 22, 2005 21:58:48 GMT
"oh..."
Yamaroshi already didn't like the idea. There wasn't very much he could write about. The first thing that came to mind was his encounter with Mai in the forest. But that was very personal. He didn't want people he didn't know to be reading about it.
Another thing came to mind: His entrance into the chamber. But he wasn't sure that would qualify as an exploit.
He tapped the parchment in front of him as he thought. He eventually decided to write about his entrance into the forest.
He dipped his quill and began to write...
On a typical, hot summer day, Yamaroshi, a student who had just finished his fourth year was suffering from constant boredom. He was always looking for something to-
Yamaroshi's quill ran dry. He dipped it and continued to write...
-for something to do. His boredom eventually lead him into the forbidden forest. He was aware of the dangers that lurked inside the forest, but wasn't afraid of them. He felt that his skills with his shuriken made him invincible.
He entere-
"Damn thing," Yamaroshi whispered to himself. He dipped his quill once again.
He entered with his dog. Throughout their visit, the dog was constantly upset. Probably about being in the forest.
Eventually, a demon appeared. A demon by the name of Mai. Yamaroshi imme-
"Dammit. Okay, screw this thing," he whispered to himself. He put away his quill and pulled out a pen instead. Now he wouldn't have to be dipping it in ink constantly, and he would be able to finish his work.
Yamaroshi immediately realized his mistake in coming to the forest.
Yamaroshi got in a small fight with the demon. It resulted in his dog being turned to stone and shattered to pieces and having his own shuriken bent out of shape then used against him, and the demon merely had an injured wing.
But Yamaroshi was lucky and the demon let him go. Although he wasn't sure why.
Just goes to show that boredom can be a dangerous thing.
Yamaroshi looked at his essay. That should do, he thought.
Yes, I've always found quills to be a bit annoying as well. That's why I use this pencil. Transfigured it in my fourth year. Maybe you should take up transfiguration? Just a suggestion. It's very sad that you should lose your dog like that, but let it be known that it is perhaps a blessing that they turned him to stone before enacting the deed. Stone is more alive than most may think. 15 points to Slytherin.
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Post by blackraven1614 on Jun 22, 2005 23:44:44 GMT
Jade is sitting there waiting for her essay to be graded.
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Post by ~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~ on Jun 23, 2005 3:17:46 GMT
Morgan sauntered into class, hands in the pockets of her baggy black jeans. She sat in a seat in the way back, and looked at the assignment. Pulling out a black quill, crimson ink, and a piece of parchment she set out on the assingment.
Morgan Voltaire-Le'Fey Gryffindor
Many people wonder why Miss Morgan Le'Dire first came to Magic Horizons. Many wonder why She was Sorted into Gryffindor. Some just wonder why her name changed. Well It will all be explained.
When Morgan was a child, her mother Marie and adoptive father Cameron were killed in a war between her species, the half elves, and the humans. The war started because one of the humans were killed by her half-sister, the Enfant des fleurs, Makira. Morgan took the throne and fell in love with whom she thought to be another half elf. They were to be married, and the night of his proposal, she went to fight. Makira and Jean followed, and died.
Morgan blamed herself, and went into seclusion, staying in the hogs head for two years. Finally, she rejoined the world, and enrolled in Magic Horizons. There she made friends with a lot of people, and was adored by all. Nobody didn't know her name. One day she was inormed that Jean was responsible for everyones death, and her real father was named Rook Voltaire-Le'Fey and that she was the descendant of Morgana Le'Fey.
Then a dak cloud cast over the school. The Headmistress was taken against her will, and students were acting out. Morgan didnt care. A black cloud held itself over her head, and Hayzie Roberts begain stalking her, figuring she had something to do with it. Morgan stayed secretive, and remains so to this day. No Morals to Speak of, the most she can say is to Settle for the one you love, even if somebody else loves you.
Morgan smirked and looked at her paper. She walked up to Professor Windwaltz and handed him the parchment, saying very loudly, "I'm sorry I was late, I was busy writing my self a note." she smirked and walked back to her seat, flicking her zippo and watching the flame.
Hayzie Roberts stalking you? I never would've thought she would do such a thing. An impressive tale - so you are the descendant of the Dark Queen herself, hmm? Very very impressive. 15 points to Gryffindor, and 2 extra points for your little 'finish'.
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