History of Magic 2PM, Friday Nov 20, 2009 Classroom Event Planning Discussion Wiki help

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"Could someone get Heliotrope off the couch outside please? Thank you."

The second of the two green highlighted haired girls in Hufflepuff[1] went to get the mermish one. Heliotrope LeJean was frequently enthralled with the dry water and mist that trickled from the merperson features of castle decor just before the classroom. An enchantment that was enlarged for the purposes of the class today.

The History of Magic classroom was vastly different from its regular arrangement. For starters, the usual tables were gone. Instead a line of wooden bleachers, that showed signs of Tournament audience use in the past, stretched along the same wall from the doorway. Between the stone columns (today perpendicular from the norm) guarded both ends of set pieces made from barrels, rocks, and various repurposed wooden rubbish. With more enchanting blue mist coming from the other side of the room, obscuring the ever locked doorway opposite from the classroom entrance.

"Alright," Sissel spoke to the kids settling down into the stands, over the apologies Obderedria made as she dragged Heliotrope to their seats, "who remembers their Goblin Rebellions overview from First Year? Show of hands." An interesting number. "Who can tell me one of the most important details about the rebellions, any of them?"

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((OOC: you are by all means allowed to make something up as an IC fact ))

1.	(Almost as much of an oddity as getting two metamorphs in the same batch of first years. But as Sissel knew, magic could always surprise you)

Tynan, for once, was sort of paying attention - this was a considerable improvement over his attention last year. It was largely due to the change in professor.  The crotchety old woman from last year had made him not want to pay attention just to spite her, to test the bounds. Jowd, though a bit too quirky for Tynan's liking, didn't have that issue so far. But he was proving that no one but his Gran could tell about history and make it interesting; Gran left all the dirty bits in.

But, in fact - as unusual as it was - Tynan was one of the ones who raised his hand, though not as high as Eirene's shot (what a shock). But he didn't wait to be called, in typical fashion, and lowered his hand as he spoke, arm falling to the desk with a thud.

"Sir, th' Goblin Rebellions took place in the mid-17th century an' up tae th' present," He said, thick Scottish drawl only accented by the non-interest in his tone. "N' they think that th' wand legislation acts might'ta been a cause of some of 'em."

Asher could barely sit still, not an unusual state of affairs for him, but this time he actually had a reason to be excited.  Pulling his sleeves down, then folding them back up again, his eyes darted around the classroom.  Without the desks, it seemed much larger, and the rubbish scattered across the floor was intriguing--he'd been to a play once before, in Thurton, and the classroom today seemed to echo the stage's odd lighting and carefully arranged props. 

He was familiar with goblins mostly through his mother's anecdotes, family stories stretching back generations.  But of course, most of the people featuring in these stories had little to do with the rest of the wizarding world and more to do with the sort of thing that went on in Thurton, Norfolk.  His great, great grandfather had befriended a herd of centaurs.  His many-great aunt had confronted a troll over the village's many missing billy goats.  A cousin had once discovered a goblin mine in the area, but had not passed on its exact location.  In any case, upon being accepted to Hogwarts Asher had fully expected to spend his first year talking with centaurs and werewolves and goblins, and, with he possible exception of the werewolves, he'd been sorely disappointed.  He still didn't fully understand their exclusion, but had been assured that most of these creatures were perfectly awful.

MacFusty answered the question, though Grin's hand had been on its way up as well, along with a decent portion of the Ravenclaw students in the room.  Settling down again, he prepared to listen, books balanced on his knee and a quill in one hand.  In theory, this was to take notes with, but usually Asher was too busy paying attention to write anything down until after class.  Still, many teachers took the parchment as a sign of attentiveness, even if it was blank. 

"Right you are, Tynan. Five points for Gryffindor. Although the unrest of today is not as bad as what the rebellions were, it's correct to recognize that things have never been completed smoothed over. The use of a wand is one of the reasons, anybody else have one while I get this worked out?"

The professor was holding several rolled scripts. As he spoke a mound of clothing emerged from the mist, supported by two tiny legs under the mess. "Within the 17th Century, or 1600s was the most important and legendary of the rebellions. Because it happened rather close to Hogwarts, within this Scottish country. The rebellion of 1612. So who wants to relieve it? Who wants to act? There's a few parts to be filled by you."

Eirene sat in the center of the bleachers, throwing excited glances at her friends as Professor Jowd introduced today's lesson. When Tynan spoke out of turn, her expression soured, then flitted back to excited as the professor caused figures to appear in the mist.

Predictably, Eirene threw her hand in the air, yet with not quite as much verve as before.

"I'd like to, professor!" She volunteered, then hastily added, "But I don't want to play a goblin. I want to be someone powerful. And pretty."

Oh, to be powerful and pretty. Tynan and Mairead could play the goblins; that would suit them well!

"It will be safe, won't it? The reenactment?" She glanced at Noriko, not wanting her to suffer more than she had to.

"Oh, none of you guys will be playing the goblins. Hey Dingy, why don't you put that down and give them a look."

The bundle of clothes with legs was in fact the house elf Dingy, who as a goblin looked very much the same although slightly different. For one, a set of sackcloth with so many repairs it wasn't proper clothes, as Dingy had protested until the professor had made clear that the clothes were only worn for the reenactment, not at any other time. It made Dingy strive to be an extra dutiful stagehand. Besides the costume he was darkened with burnt cork and instead of a pot on his head, it was a wooden bucket.

The goblin/elf blinked, unsure what to do. "Has the performance started?"

"Not yet, unfold that costume up top for Eirene, why don't you Dingy." Dingy did as instructed.

"Right, someone powerful," Sissel had missed the 'pretty.' "How about you be Grunhilda of Gorsemoor.[1] You'll like her part, Eirene, she's integral to the wizard side of the rebellion. Also discovered the first cure for Dragonpox, might be a good bit of 'trivia' that may make it's way onto a test..." Thankfully a few in the back got to scribbling in their notes.

"Here's your script," Sissel gave her a scroll with her parts highlighted, "and your costume, complete with hump and eyepatch," delivered dutifully by Dingy.

"There's still more parts. Don't make me start calling names!"

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((OOC: While there is a 'script' in the sense of reenacting an 'historical' event in canon there is in fact NO SCRIPT AT ALL! Nothing of the skit is planned exact outside of the characters and location, so your actor/actress 'staying in character' or 'going off script' is of your own design))

1.	From HP Wiki

Maxen had been sitting in the back of the class with his feet propped on the row of seats in front of him. History of Magic was a dreadfully boring course and Maxen was loathe to attend. Had he not been a tad bit afraid of expulsion, he wouldn't attend all year. As it was, he usually came in late and took no notes at all. In fact, his bag was still closed and the only reason he had a quill in his hand was because it was made of sugar and he had an insatiable sweet tooth. As the professor and students started talking about Bilius the Boring and Yabbers the Yawn, Maxen had to fight himself to stay awake.

Usually he wouldn't mind dozing off in Jowd's class, it wasn't as if he was going to listen anyway, but today was different. Today he had an opportunity to get in a few laughs, and if anyone knew Maxen Whitman, they knew that he enjoyed a good chuckle... as long as it was at someone else's expense. Where one house elf, there always seemed to be at least one behind it at Hogwarts, they seemed to breed like fecking bacteria. The creatures were especially useful for a bit of a laugh, since they were so stupid and spoke in those squeaky voices, like some deformed four year old.

He reached into his bag and crumpled up a bit of scrap parchment and tossed it right at the visible elf's nose, a perfect target.

Sissel did not miss the flying wad of parchment as it bounced off the cubic block of Dingy's nose. "Right Maxen, thanks for volunteering by showcasing your enthusiasm for battle reenactments, though remember that this was a goblin rebellion, not house elf target practice."

A flick of the history professor's wand sent the scrap back toward's the young Slytherin's head, a cuff of light chastisement. "Next time it'll be points but you can avoid that by doing well with your script." The scroll was passed.

"You'll be Jarleth Hobart,[1] pioneer of the Levitation Charm. Both the goggles and the mustache, don't forget those," as Dingy came about with the costume parts.

At this point filling up the remaining parts came down to eenie meenie minnie moe, not that the students should find out that was one way educators decided to pick people at random. "Heliotrope," usual vacant stare from the mermish one, "let's have you be Musidora Barkwith.[2] Just read the lines and watch where you point the tuba."

As Heliotrope joined the students getting prepped Sissel counted up the remaining number of scripts. "Two roles left. Bonus points for whoever wants to act, don't be shy."

((OOC: via two or one other author. The 'play' shall be open to progress once we have those roles.))

1.	HP Wiki
2.	also wiki