TIII/L1: Witch Burnings.

[Elijah Ellerby]

As Elijah entered the room he was shocked to see the entire class crowded around Professor Morgan's desk without any sign of the man being in the room. 'What's everyone looking at?' he asked, walking up behind the crowd to see a small stone basin sitting on the desk. 'Ooooh pensieve...' He nodded knowingly, watching as two people placed their hands in the memories, disappearing almost instantly.

No idea what it's all about but I best not miss out, he thought with a wry grin, gently reaching past someone and delving into the substance. For a few moments he enjoyed the feeling of falling into cold nothingness, the light above him being replaced by darkness, a scene below his feet unfolding...

Villagers were shouting at the top of their voices, some wielding rotten vegetables or more heavy objects, reading to throw them at the witch. To the naked eye she simply looked smugly around at the crowd, only enticing their hatred and belief of her malevolence, but it was more than obvious to Elijah and most of the class that she knew what she was doing. She was amused by their belief that she would actually die. 'I always wondered why they don't just apparate away.' He said, standing next to Professor Morgan and crossing his arms. He shared one awkward glance with Loren before turning his attention back to the memory.

[Russell Parkhurst]

Russell took a deep breath before plunging his head into the pensieve. It sucked him in and took him to a completely different place. He looked around and followed the professors voice. He looked at the man the professor had pointed out. He seemed insane, "must be related to Fagin," he whispered to a Gryffindor that had not been in the class with them before. "Russell Parkhurst," he said again softly, "good to meet you."

Then he looked to Loren and smiled at her as she once again pressured the professor for the source of the memory. "Or if you will not tell us that sir, what century are we in?" Russell stood behind the professor as he was tall enough to look over his shoulder and Loren's head. He kept an eye on the new Gryffindor, glad for the male company. The professor was also male, clearly, however he had a job to do so could hardly be expected to be sociable.

[Alexis Heart]

Alexis wasn't much into history and even though this class dealt with magical history her interest still wasn't really piqued. Alas, this was a class that she was required to take so whether she liked it or not she packed her books into her backpack and headed out of her dorm room to class. She walked rather quickly because she had cut it quite close when it came to time, she was so busy procrastinating she gave herself mere minutes to get there before she would be considered late. Even though Alexis didn't feel like being in class she was not one to be late, she thought that punctuality was very important so she practically ran there reaching it with only seconds to spare.

Walking into the room doing her best not to draw attention to herself she took a seat as far in the back as she could find, and then placing her things on the floor next to her she opened it and took out her parchment and quill. Ready to take notes.