blackraven1614
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YOu think i'm tough, I just never let you see me cry
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Post by blackraven1614 on Jun 23, 2005 20:59:46 GMT
Her essay wasn't graded so she thought she's write it again.
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.
Jade went to the proffesor's desk and turned the essay which was so hard to write. "Here you are professor,"She said handing it to him
Rather prone on getting that essay handed in, hmm? Ambition is a sign of Salazar Slytherin's house, that is for sure. 15 points to Slytherin, and 2 extra points for showing us all the trait of the Slytherin.
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Daniela
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Lycan
I can see right threw you...
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Post by Daniela on Jun 24, 2005 22:05:38 GMT
While watching the other students writing their essays, Daniela's thoughts were running around her mind in a horrible mess. She was staring at the blank parchment, dazing away. Her dark- emerald eyes were focused on a point above the window at the classroom. However, it didn't take her long to come back, and bite her pen in confusion.
Daniela Turner Gryffindor
She wrote slowly, almost dropping her bottle of ink, and spilling it over the parchment. Daniela never enjoyed talking about herself. However, she was willing to share now, when only the professor sees her job...
As being the father of two daughters, Alexander Turner, Daniela father decided to teach the two girls the lesson of sharing. Both of them were already sharing a birthday, though they were not twins. For Daniela's fifth birthday, he bought her the expensive toy she always wanted.
However, for her sister, Mary, he had bought nothing and ordered Danni to share her toy with her younger sibling. As expected, the young girl refused, and the sisters had a childish fight about it. Finally, Danni had no choice, but to share the toy with her sister, who accidentally broke it apart.
Some people say, that childhood fights are not important because people forget them. The two siblings grew up in piece, until one of them becomes something she was never meant to become. The other girl had trouble to accept that change, and while remembering those little fights they used to had, accused her sister in ruining her life.
The story didn't had a happy end. The sister, who has changed, forgot about her father and sister. The other sister had lost her life, because of her prejudice. Maybe the connection between the two fights is minimal, but it exists. Those childhood fights, who broke apart two siblings.
Danni was pretty much close to tears now, as remembering everything that happened in the forest. She never believed that their fights when they were small will actually hurt them in the future.
After taking a deep breath, the blonde lycan waited for the ink to dry and handed the parchment to the professor. She sat quietly at the end of the class, not speaking to anyone. Just thinking...
A sad tale. Sibling rivalry can indeed grow into some form of hatred, but most relations grow into familial love. That your sister lost her life is a terrible turn of events. With the exception of him picking on me from time to time, my brother and I have always gotten on fine. 15 points to Gryffindor.
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Post by Willa Saint-Cécile on Jun 28, 2005 17:58:33 GMT
A small Gryffindor ran down the corridor towards her first History of Magic class. She ran past the actual classroom without recognising it before skidding to a halt and doubling back, trying to catch her breath as she entered the classroom. "Sorry I'm late, Professor," she said quietly, taking a seat in the second row. She looked up at the assignment on the board, and got out ink and a quill and began to write in slightly spidery handwriting.....
Willa M. Saint-Cécile Gryffindor House 28 June 2005
It was a firey summer day, but there was a pleasantly cool breeze blowing. A girl, fairly small for her age, sat on the branch of a tree with her nose buried in a book. Her father, who worked across the channel in Paris, had sent her the book as a birthday present, along with a beautiful painting that he had worked carefully on, a painting of the view down the Seine with all of the bridges he could see from the bridge he'd done it from. The girl, Willa, looked up from her book to relieve the crick in her neck, and froze. Startlingly nearby was a beautiful, enormous scarlet bird. For a moment, they stared at each other, eye-to-eye. But suddenly, a voice from below called up, " 'Cello, Will!" The scarlet bird flew off. Willa jumped down, dissapointed. The voice belonged to her best friend, Cameron Scott, a boy not much taller than Willa, with curly copper-colored hair and bright brown eyes.(His real name was William, but both found the fact that their names were so similar to be too weird, and so Will Scott decided to go by his middle name, which he liked better anyway.) Cameron always greeted Willa by saying 'Cello instead of Hello because Willa played 'Cello.(Cameron was a violinist himself) "Cameron, did you see that geinormous bird? I've never seen a bird like that before!" "What are you talking about? I think you're seeing things, Will....." Willa was sure that she had seen thae scarlet bird! How could Cameron not have seen a bird that size? But just then, Cameron, forgetting the bird, said, "Come on, Will, your mum's looking for you. She's got supper ready. Oh, and you haven't gotten my present yet, have you?" They walked up the hill to Willa's house, where her mother was finishing putting up the painting. She looked over as they closed the door. "There's some pasta over on the table there, love," she said, stepping down from the stepladder. After supper, Willa and Cameron were fooling around inside, as it had started to rain pretty hard. But, in a sudden, flamboyant movement, Cameron's arm smacked into the side of the painting, and Willa shrieked as it came crashing down..... onto her precious 'cello. Cameron turned as his arm hit the painting, and froze, stareing at the mess of wood, strings and canvas. Willa's mother came running into the room, having heard the shriek and the crash and sucked in a breath at the sight: Cameron standing there, frozen in horror, Willa standing there, a look of mingled fury and horror on her face, and the shattered violoncello and broken painting. Then, Willa sank down onto the piano bench and burst into tears and Cameron started to frantically attempt to piece the 'cello back together as Willa glared at him through her tears. The next day, Willa went down the hill and climbed to the very top of the tree and sat there, huddled up on a branch, hidden in the leaves. She stayed there all morning. A little past noon, she heard a voice call up, "Will...! Willa.....!" She didn't answer it. A little later, Cameron jumped into the tree and climbed up to the top to where Willa was sitting. "Are you still talking to me?" he asked. In answer, Willa said nothing. "Look, Willa, I'm sorry, I really am! Truly!" Willa looked over at him sullenly. "Really!" And he looked it, too. Willa sighed. Then, she attempted a smile. Cameron had, after all, been her best friend for ten years. It wouldn't be fair to end their friendship, even though he'd broken her precious 'cello and the painting at the same time. "So..... we're still friends?" Cameron asked anxiously. "Of course," Willa answered. "It's just a 'cello....."
Willa put down her quill and flexed her fingers, trying to get rid of the cramp in them from writing for so long. She sighed, murmuring, "I hope it's long enough. I tried to write neatly. At least it's legible...."
Yes it is legible. And it's a good story - BUT - it is not the assignment. You have told the story in a third person literature style. I asked for a textbook style. 5 points for Gryffindor.
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Amadeus
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Hufflepuff Student
~Am I too lost? To be saved? Am I too lost?~
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Post by Amadeus on Jul 3, 2005 6:08:26 GMT
Anna, who was sitting in a forgotten corner of the classroom, frowned after hearing the assignment. Digging through her memory, she realized that nothing very interesting or amazing has happened to her. Except for Everto Signum-
'Don't even think about it, Anna.'
Anna sighed. ‘Then help me out.’
There was a pause from Amadeus’ end. ‘You’re right. Your life has been freakishly dull…’
Anna mentally glared at Amadeus. ‘Oh gee, thanks…’
'Make something up.'
'No! I can't do that! I won't!'
Anna sighed.
'I might as well feign ill and try to get out of it... I've moved too many times for there to be an advent- Wait! that's it!'
Anna grabbed a piece of parchment and her quill and began to write.
Anna Riley Hufflepuff HoM assignment
Sometimes adventures come as a whole picture, as it took Anna Riley to realize while she was deciding what to write for this assignment. Anna was born during troubled times, and because of a chain of events, she and her parents where always moving around, on the run. People who didn’t like Anna kept following her, and when other people found out, they too stopped liking her, and occasionally acted violently towards her (when worst came to worst). Anna and her family had many close calls with these people, but after a particularly violent close call, Anna decided to protect her family by leaving them behind. During the wee hours of the morning, she left while they were still asleep, calling the Knight Bus with her father’s wand (and sending it to him later). Arriving at Diagon Alley, she went to Gringotts and took out all of her savings. What her parents didn’t know was that she was accepted to Magic Horizons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and with those savings, she bought all the necessary items to attend and began her trek over to the school. Along the way, her one year old pet Niffler, abruptly named Bling-Bling, somehow managed to track her down, so she took him with her to Magic Horizons, which she is currently attending.
Checking for errors, Anna sighed again and handed her assignment in to the Professor.
'I hope it's acceptable..'
Ha, Bling-Bling. Very curious name. Though I'm curious as to how your family reacted when they found out you were gone. You really should've told them you were accepted. None the less, 15 points to Hufflepuff.
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Amadeus
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~Am I too lost? To be saved? Am I too lost?~
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Post by Amadeus on Jul 4, 2005 1:18:22 GMT
Reading Professor Windwaltz's comment, Anna thought 'Me too.', feeling guilty.
Reading the second part, she paused, biting her lip.
'Should I?'
'Hmph.' was all that Amadeus let out.
Lying her head down on her desk, she closed her eyes and dreamt of the kinder moments in her life with her family.
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Post by Cedric (need an rper) on Jul 4, 2005 9:48:34 GMT
Who would want to be at the school? Cedric sure didn't, but there was something more to the building, especially since he had discovered the dance room clad in metallic colours. As the door was pushed open easily, his shiny-black shoe moved with his foot to prove as a door-stop as he leant arrogantly against the door-frame. With both arms crossed across his chest, he snorted at the sight. Swords and various other items sprawled across the walls with students scribbling on parchment?
Boy were they living in the past.
Still dressed tightly in his black tuxido from the night before, again he snorted from where he stood. History of Magic. Who would want to learn about such an absurd subject. It was probably worse than the history he had to learn back in the University he attended in London. Surely there was at least one student who didn't want to be there? It seemed as though there was, with a blonde boy around the age of fifteen staring horridly down at his paper.
"What a subject," muttered the black-haired man from across the room with a smirk across his mug.
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Artemis
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Post by Artemis on Jul 25, 2005 7:26:20 GMT
Artemis dashed down the hall, her hair streaming behind her. As she reached the door, she slung her bag a little higher on her shoulder, and tentatively reached for the knob.
The knob twisted slowly and she stepped inside, hoping the new teacher wouldn't be too ####### her for being late. To her surprise, instead of seeing a completely unfamiliar professor at the front of the classroom, she saw Talon Windwaltz behind the teacher's desk. She hadn't known him that well in her early school days, but she certainly remembered.
Hoping to avoid attention, Artemis sidled nonchalantly to an empty seat and got her book out before reading the board. A grimace crossed her face at the look of the assignment, but she quickly fought it down. She knew what she had to write about, but she would have to draw on a rather painful memory to put it on paper. Artemis sighed and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, as well as her ink bottle. Then she leaned back in her chair and started thinking.
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Aurora Black
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Post by Aurora Black on Aug 13, 2005 6:13:51 GMT
Aurora had been studiously paying attention in the back of the classroom. Hmm, she thought, I wonder if the poor guy can handle my insane long story...hope so!
//Miss Aurora Athena Black Gryffindor House, 5th Year History of Magic, Windwaltz
The House of Silvania has always had a reputation for practising the Dark Arts. It started in 1886 when their matriarch at the time, Thalia de Silvania, was arrested and throen into Azkaban for putting one Auror under the Imperius Charm and torturing another. In the process of being arrested, she killed three Aurors and a Muggle. Her daughters by a cousin, Sevana Calista and Georgia Mabelli, reportedly Imperiused the man that assasinated Grand Duke Ferdinand and thereby sparked the Muggle World War One. This was never proven. Sevana's son by a vampire, Dorian Calista, changed his name to Grindelwald and was later defeated by the famed Albus Dumbledore. Sevana's daughter, Ashilyn, was disowned for marrying Thomas Wallace, a very distant descendant of Godric Gryffindor. Their first four children, Julia, Sophia, Daria, and Tania, were all garden variety Gryffindor witches. However, their fifth child, Maria, married Silvius Black. Naturally, Sivius was disowned, and they moved from London to Calais to get away from their families. When their twin daughters were born, they named them Aurora and Hecate Black. When the time came for them to go to school, their parents sent them to Durmstrang, wanting them to get a good education in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Sadly, just a few months after their fourth year had started, some Dark witches looking for a hideout killed Ashilyn and Thomas Wallace. Deciding to finish their fourth year anyway, Aurora and Hecate transfered to Magic Horizons and Beauxbatons, respectively. Aurora was recently Sorted into Gryffindor House and intends to become an Auror and to hunt down the witches that murdered her parents.//
Aurora looked down at her parchment, now filled with the rather disturbing tale of her family. Good gracious, she thought, I didn't realise that it was that bad...I'm descended from inbreeding freaks and vampires, for God's sake. Oh, well. She walked up to the Profesor's desk and handed it to him.
Due to historical impossibilities, I found your paper exceptionally difficult to grade. I may not be a Defense Against the Dark Arts major, but I know for a fact that Vampires can not reproduce naturally. You recieve no credit for this paper, though it's possible that your ancestor Dorian is simply another madman drawn for blood, quite like a famous Impaler Prince.
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Aurora Black
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Gryffindor Student
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Post by Aurora Black on Aug 18, 2005 15:01:55 GMT
"Professor, here's my essay."
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Post by Professor Windwaltz on Aug 21, 2005 20:29:34 GMT
After a lengthy class session, Talon sat back in his chair. He had seen some new arrivals, but they had arrived far too late. Sighing deeply, the bell tolled from beyond the Astronomy Tower and he knew it was time. "Okay that's it for today. Class dismissed." He heard several yawns and cheers at this motion, and a tired smile crossed his face. He remembered how he felt back when he was a student, and when the bell used to toll for his classes. In fact, he was quite pleased even now as a teacher that the bell still tolled. Less work for him.
As Hayzie Roberts went to leave as well, his sapphire blue eyes cut across to view her and he spoke again. "Miss Roberts, can I see you in my office after class today? It's about your...latest homework assignment."
ooc: Okay. Locking thread. If you'd like to see the reactions of Hayzie and the office after class, view "Waiting for Professor Windwaltz".
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Post by Claire on Aug 24, 2005 9:13:12 GMT
OK, here are the house point totals for the class you have all completed! Well done to all who took part!
[glow=red,2,300]Gryffindor: 135 [/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Ravenclaw: 83 [/glow]
[glow=yellow,2,300]Hufflepuff: 82 [/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Slytherin: 54 [/glow]
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