_{Friday, 02 April 2010 | 0800-0900 hrs | 6th floor classroom}
Do what you fear and fear disappears.
-David Joseph Schwartz

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[O+0] Kelvin Watkins
[O+0] Addison Rockwell
[O+0] Alvis Norling
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[O+0] Amara Báthory

Arithmophobia
A fear of numbers.
Have prepared a quill, ink, and parchment.

Rain pelted the windows of the Arithmancy classroom, leaving the view of the grounds melancholy and bleak. Henry glanced out the window, a frown burrowing his features before turning back to the class. Spring was definitely upon them, though the bouts of periodic rain seemed to dampen everyone’s spirits – or Henry’s spirits at the very least. Laid open upon his desk sat an old tome; the leather bound cover cracked and faded. Through the smell of old parchment and ink, one could see various equations and numerological charts.

Henry was decidedly not excited about the new chapter of Arithmancy the fourth years would be delving into this week. Arithmancy, as most any witch or wizard could tell you, wasn’t an easy branch of magic by any means, and sometimes it was more difficult learning about yourself than it was learning the processes. Henry liked Arithmancy for that reason alone. He knew that properly executed equations would never lie, and you never had to worry about something backfiring – unlike most wand-based magics.

It would be the last new topic the students would cover before their end of year exams were upon them, and it was probably the most difficult piece of Arithmancy the students had learned thus far. Arithmophobia – the fear of numbers. “Right den,” Henry called across the class before taking a long drag from his pipe, “taday ye’ll be learnin’ ‘bout fear. Fear can be a cripplin’ thing, an’ wit all tha dementor attacks goin’ about, ye might as well know yer fears so ye can face ‘em an’ they won’t hit ya unawares,”

“Who can tell me some common numbers associated wit fear? And why do ye think people are so scared of ‘em?” Henry’s beady black eyes scanned the room looking for the first raised hand. After a moment, he simply pointed to a random student and waited for their answer.

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Please assume as if your character has already arrived, unless you have a valid reason for being tardy.
If you aren’t on the roster and should be, go ahead and post and I’ll sort the rest out.
Henry could have called on anyone to answer his question, if you need a little help, HERE is a great little place to get started.

Addison let out a short sigh as she took a glance out of the closest window. It was rainy and completely dreadful outside. Even though spring was coming, it was completely far from being nice out. Since spring break was just around the corner, that meant they were all leaving soon. It wouldn't be long before the students would be on the train, and heading back to muggle London. But, before that, she would have to sit through Arithmancy.

Professor MacLeod suddenly started class, and was already asking a question about numbers that people fear. Addison's startled look dissipated, after the sudden realization that he was pointing at her to answer the question. Might as well answer the question then.

Right, so, a number that people fear…

"The number six hundred sixty-six. Muggles believe six hundred sixty-six is the number of the devil. Religious muggles believe the devil to be the 'Anti-Christ.' It commonly a reference to something they perceive as evil[1]," she explained. 

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