Term 6 - To Travel the World.

[emme]

Emeline rested her elbows on her desk as she listened to the record player. The french artist sang a song of love potions. The record was circa 1940, and the grainy recording was soothing to Emeline's ears. She hummed along with the song, smiling as she reviewed her class list. It was small, History of Magic had never been a popular subject. Emeline preferred the same class, she could concentrate on the students better.

Emeline loved this class. It was her first class of the day, and the first class most of her students would be attending for the week. The low morning sun had yet to give off any heat and Emeline was dressed elegantly in her day dress. However, she had thrown a sweater over the top to keep the chill out of her bones.

Emeline waited for that first student to open the door and take a seat. The French woman was excited to get the class started, but for now, she closed her eyes and listen to the French words flowing from the record player.

[Dean Hogarth]

Hogwarts seemed to get through Professors faster then Quidditch teams got through mangers. So once more Dean Hogarth was making his way down the long corridors of the castle on his way to History of Magic where once again this term he knew a new Professor would be waiting for him. Pulling his bag tighter over his shoulder Dean hesitated slightly directly outside the door as he tried to hear what was coming in from the classroom but all the Hufflepuff could hear was French music. Breathing in deeply he clenched his hand into a fist and lightly knocked on the classroom door before entering.

The room seemed alive with the sweet sound of the music coming from the old record player in the corner; the words meant nothing to the Hufflepuff but Dean couldn’t help but smile as the harmony of the music washed over him as Dean took a seat in the middle of the classroom, second row from the front. Gently placing his bag on the floor Dean flashed a glance towards the new Professor in her rather pink outfit.

“G-Good morning Professor.” He nervously shuffled in his seat finding it hard to look at the Professor without the tips of his ears burning bright red in embarrassment.

[Paige Matthews]

"Oh hush Rosalind, you're just so cranky all the time I can't deal with it. You're in Ravenclaw anyway so why don't you go sit at your own table and leave me ALONE" she screamed at her sister. The two glared at each other while half the Hufflepuff table glared at them too. Paige didn't know what her sisters problem was lately but she was over it and over her. Pushing the other Matthews out of the way Paige got up and left the table her appetite was gone now.

Not bothering to look back while she walked to class Paige felt bad for yelling at Rosa but she just couldn't deal with the personality changes. Right now class was better than that.

Rushing to History of Magic was truly a testament to how annoyed she was. Not that she didn't like the class history was just never really her thing. Too much to remember, but she did know there was new professor this term. That never ceased to amaze her the way things changed so quickly from one minute to the next. One thing about school it was never really dull. Having her parents allow them to go there was the best decision the Matthews sisters ever made.

Once in the room she took a seat in the middle, second student in the room, the other happened to be another Hufflepuff. "Hey Dean" she said cheerfully. "Morning Professor" she continued.

[emme]

Emeline was lost in her thoughts as she waited for her students to arrive. She was back home in France. Her family owned a large estate that consisted mainly of a small cottage and miles and miles of land. Her favorite spot as a child was a rock jutting out over a small pond that filled with the winter melting and spring rain. She was able to lay across the rock and dip her fingers into the shockingly cold waters. It was peaceful.

However, Emeline was brought back to reality with a rap at her door. She took her feet off her desk, choosing a more sophisticated pose. Her folded her hands as the first student walked in. A boy, Hufflepuff by his colors came in and sat down. She smiled sweetly at him as her stuttered a greeting, his ears bright red. "Good Morning...Mr...?" Emeline questioned as she turned to her record player, taking the point off the black disk. Them music stopped and Emeline sighed. Time to get down to business.

Another Hufflepuff soon joined them and Emmeline got her answer. "Dean zen." She said with a smile, standing up and rounding her desk to sit on it. She smiled at the girl she greeted her classmate. "Good Morning Dear." She said with a smile. "Miss Matthews I take it?" Emeline smiled, "I already 'Ad your sister." She said, having seen the blonde with her sister earlier. The two didn't look much alike, but Emeline could see the resemblance.

"Ready for an exciting class?" She asked her only two students.

[Paige Matthews]

Professor Roux had already had Rosalind. Terrific. That was all she needed to spend the rest of the term being compared to Rosa. Her Ravenclaw sister was a total brain, loved to study did that one. The girl spent every minute in the library sticking her head in some book or another. It was sort of sad but what was sadder was when people looked at her wondering why she was nothing like that. Trying not to roll her eyes at the remark Paige smiled the polite way her mother taught her to "Oh really I haven't had a chance to see her today I'm sure she enjoyed it though she enjoys learning." Maybe the professor wouldn't read too much into her statement. It wasn't that she hated to learn it was that learning didn't always come easy to her even with magic something she loved to do.

"I'm not sure if you're supposed to but I wouldn't mind it if you called me Paige. Miss makes me feel like my mom" she said giving a giggle. "I'm sure that this class will be a lot of fun. Any hint on what we'll be learning today." At least that way Paige would have some inkling on what she should know and if she did know it.

Wondering where in the world everyone else was she wanted class to get started. Not that she was so quick for it to end, but she wanted to see if she could find Dante it had been a while since she'd seen her buddy and since he was pretty much the only person she made friends with so far...Plus she was stressed a lot of things going on in her mind and she wanted to find someway to loosen up Dante was the sure fire cure for that.

[Kelsey Addlentty]

Laying in bed still, Kelsey just knew today wasn't going to be a good day. She wasn't sure why, but she could feel it in her gut. Either something already went wrong, or something would fairly soon. She yawned softly, and rolled over in her bed, feeling her blankets fall off of her and onto the floor. She sighed, and figured it was a sign that she should probably get up now. Out of habit, she glanced at her watch sitting on her nightstand, and felt her eyes go wide. She'd slept over an hour longer than she'd meant to. Breakfast was nearly over, and classes were starting in a matter of minutes. "Oh, awesome. Just how I wanted to start the day off." she actually said out loud without thinking.

She quickly pulled herself out of bed, and ran around her room picking up pieces of her uniform that were close to her bed. Pulling her clothes on, she considered actually trying to comb her hair or something, but figured she didn't have time. She nearly ran to the closest mirror, and pulled her hair into an intensely messy bun. Figuring that was as good as it would get, she frantically grabbed her bag, threw it over her shoulder, and practically ran out of the deserted common room.

As she was walking past the almost empty Great Hall, she realized she had History of Magic first. She had a huge feeling of relief go through her. Not one of her favorite classes, but it was the closest one to where she was. So even if she was late, it wouldn't be by a lot.

She reached the class, and casually walked in. She looked around, and saw that there were only two other kids there so far. Had she not been as late getting up as she thought? Her gaze went over to the professor, who she remembered was new this year. She gave her a slight smile. "Morning Professor." she said, and sat down in the middle of the third row.

[emme]

Emeline had been prepared for the fact that not many students enjoyed History. This fact became clearer and clearer to the Beauxbaton's graduate as time went on and not more then two students had shown up. Sitting on her desk, the young professor checked her watch. Class had already started seven minutes ago. She lowered her wrist."Of course, Paige," Emeline said, smiling at the girl. Emeline had read into her words, the girl was a typical Gryffindor, unlike her sister, Paige Matthews would rather be anywhere but sitting in a classroom. "Actually," Emmie said, her thick accent brushing against the roof of her mouth, "I will give you hint." Emeline answered Paige's question as a third joined their party and Emeline nodded at the greeting.

Emeline slide off her desk and rounded to the back, opening the top drawer. She reached in and grabbed something of medium size. Emmie was suddenly grateful for the small class, it would be easier for her to get through the lesson.Emeine returned to the front of the class, and held the object in her hands. She flipped it over and revealed the Hogwart's crest. It was a book, about three hundred pages long, leather bound, black. Emeline slowly flipped through the pages, they were all blank.

She held the book up so the small class could see it. "I'm sure you are not surprised to see a book. Of course, where else would you learn about 'istory." Emmie smiled and placed the book on Paige's desk. "I zink you we see zat zis is no ordinary book. Zis is a diary." Emmie invited Paige to flip through the book. Emmeline smiled. "Zat is your hint. Now, can anyone tell me what zis is, or some-zing in 'istory zat it reminds you of?"

[Harrison Greg]

History of Magic, the joys, the wonders of being bored to tears by listening to some twerp rattle on about how the Goblin Rebellion had shaped the future of the wizarding world. This was why, nine and half times out of ten Harrison Greg would be elsewhere in the castle when he was meant to be sitting in that dull classroom. Today however the Gryffindor was very reluctantly walking down the long corridor, hands shoved deep into his trouser pockets and almost what you could describe as a frown upon his well tanned face. The other day the Gryffindor had received a howler form his parents demanding that he got his act together and actually made an effort during his last few months at school. They had even gone to the extreme of paying Headmaster Hubbles to make sure he was attending lessons so in truth Harrison was not a happy lion.

He did not care he was running late, he did not care that when he pushed open the door to the classroom the Professor was already asking questions about books. ‘Joy’ he thought ‘lets learn about books.' He was sure that the disappointed look on his face was clear and after flopping into the closest chair to the door (meaning easy escape when the lesson was over) Harrison finally looked over at the Professor and…well at least that brought a smile to his face.

“Don’t suppose it has got anything to do with you know who miss, and his magical diary?” Harrison asked with a small smile as he leaned back on his chair. “Oh and er…sorry I am late.” With a wide smile he looked around the room noticing that he was in fact the only non Hufflepuff in the lesson.

[emme]

Emmie remembered her first class of history she ever took. She was a little first year at Beauxbatons, and she remembered walking into the classroom ten minutes late. The professor was German, brought up on the Swiss Border. He was a mean old man that loved to see little girls cry. It must have got him off or something. Anyway, he yelled so loud as Emeline that she immediately started to cry, which only got his insult worse. Emmie ran from the classroom. Luckily, the old man must have gotten a little too excited, and a week later he was replaced.

However, the French girl never forgot that one scolding and for the rest of her career in Beauxbatons, she made it a point never to be late for anything. If anything, she tried to be ten minutes early. To this day, Emmie held this true. She hated being late, being the one to walk into a crowded room and have everyone stop and look at you as you waltz in late. It was embarrassing.

Emeline's memory was triggered as yet another student came in. The older boy took a seat, looking less then excited about being there. Emeline wasn't about to got into a rant like her first Professor did, but she pursed her lips a little as she continued her introduction to the lesson.

As late as he might be, the boy must have been smart, or just lucky, for his answer was correct. Emmie nodded and smiled. "Very good. Yes, you are late, I suggest you are never late to my class again, or ze consequences will be less than 'Appy. Do you know French, Mr...?" Emeline said, picking the book back up. "Well, ze French 'Ave a saying zat basically translates to mean being late is a waste of your life. I refuse to let you waste your life in my classroom."

This was very true. It was something that Emmie believe to be wholly truthful. Life was not meant to be wasted, and although most of her students thought that History of Magic was one of the biggest wastes of life, Emmie would not allow that mentality in her class room. She planned to dismiss anyone with such outward behavior, not allowing them back into class without an apology, and sending them off with a disrespectable T in the class. Looking at the boy, guessing that he was a seventh year, Emeline guessed he couldn't afford a T.

"Late as he was, our friend here is correct. Most of you know ze story of 'Arry Potter and ze story in one of ze many chapters of his life. You-know-'oo once used a diary to break off a piece of his soul and implant it in a book." Emeline flipped through the book again showing her class the contents. "You see zat it is empty." She closed the book and placed it on her desk. "Z'ere is a difference between zis book and ze diary used by ze Dark Lord. His was an evil tool to reincarnate 'Imself. 'Oowever, zis book is inhabited by not a soul, but a ghost." Emeline looked over her class. Hopefully they understood the difference. "Zis ghost was one of Ze greatest Magical 'Istorians of our time. He was a sweet man and a dear friend."

Emmie was lost in thought again. The man she spoke of was a French Wizard who had traveled to England and opened a bookstore. Emeline, in search of a job when she ran from France, found herself in the bookshop. Her employment offered her more then just a way to pay her rent in the flat she had found, it also had lead her way to finding the road to her now current teaching position. The man knew everything you could ever want about history, and had graciously shared it to Emeline. Emmie had fell in love with history and with the old man. Soon she was calling him Poppa, the grandfather she never had. However, soon Poppa became sick with age, and like many things in Emeline's life, passed out of life.

Emeline noticed the silence in the classroom as she remember the kind old man who had taken her in and taught her much more than just English. She looked up at her students and forced smile. Emeline cleared her throat and continued the lesson. "Now, does anyone know 'Ow to read zis book? Ze pages are blank remember, so 'Ow does it teach us any-zing?"

[Harrison Greg]

‘Great’ Harrison thought sarcastically has he slouched in his seat . ‘I have an arsy French woman as my Professor’ however being the cool and charismatic character he was (or at least thought he was) and that cheeky wide grin filled his face as he looked over at the Professor. She seemed to find the whole situation of him being late to her lesson rather offensive and carried on rambling on about French phrases and wasting his life in the classroom. The latter point was so true, he would rather be sitting by the lake or having a quick game of Quidditch with Blake, but he did need some grades and this lesson just seemed easy enough to get an Outstanding.

“Sorry Professor, it will not happen again I promise you so you do not need to worry your pretty little head about it.” He could not help himself, he was acting up to the expectations of his peers and even though he felt bad trying to flirt with a professor and woman who must have been around eight years older then him. Yet he was still oddly satisfied with his answer and so with still that toothy grin on his face Harrison folded his arms and watched the Professor as she got on with her thing of teaching them and praising him! That of course did his ego no harm at all.

But it seemed the topic they were now approaching upon got a little personal as the professor seemed to get lost in her thoughts and an eerie silence filled the classroom and Harrison found himself clearing his throat as if trying to get the lesson back on the road again, however the question that was asked was one that he had no answer for, but he was not going to let that get in the way of his cocky attitude.

“Maybe it is invisible ink?” He mused out loud as he put his chair back on all four legs and grinned up at the Professor. “Or just like the dairy of he who must not be named, maybe you need to write in it first?”

[Paige Matthews]

At first Paige assumed just like most people would assume when dealing with any class having to do with history, that she would end up being bored out of her mind. Her mother used to go on and on about history and the only thing Paige would do is try to stifle a yawn so she didn't get yelled at. Somehow today she wasn't yawning, and that way really saying something. As the class got under way Paige assumed that everyone who needed to be there was there already, that was until another student walked in late. If there was one thing Paige knew it was that professors didn't appreciate students showing up late for classes.

Of course just as she suspected the professor made comment about it, but lucky the boy didn't get detention. Paige thought the teacher was being generous, but then if she put herself in the boys shoes she wouldn't have wanted to get detention just because she was late either.

After the interruption the class continued on. They were talking about magical diaries Paige found this real interesting, because it took a real talented wizard to preserve his or herself in the pages of a diary like that. Imagine living within the confines of a book for years hoping that someone would realize how to work the diary. Paige couldn't believe that she was actually enjoying this class today.

So when the professor asked them how one would gain access to one of those amazing diaries Paige thought about it a while, but she couldn't seem to come up with an answer, but the boy who had showed up late redeemed himself by giving some answers that seemed highly plausible. Paige wondered if he were right because that just seemed so simple.

[emme]

Emeline could already see that she wasn't a fan of this Harrision Greg. He was a little to sure of himself, cocky, she thought they called it in the English language. However, Emelie pursued her lips a little as it seemed the boy was being smart with her. "Do not worry, I will not worry." She said sharply, not likely that he had gotten her off the subject again. "If you are late again, you will be given detention, and ten points will be taken from your 'Ouse." Emilie turned her gaze back to the lesson, hopefully there it would stay.

The dark haired beauty waited for her answer, and unfortunately, she heard a voice that she was getting unfortunately acquainted with. "Correct on your second try." Emelie said, not bothering to give the boy any points. Emeline did like Gryffindor house the best out of all of them, but she wasn't really tied down to one, considering she never even attended Hogwarts.

"This diary," Emeline said, flipping through it gently once again and turning to a random page, "is read though writing in it first, 'Owever, ze man zat iz embodied in it made it so that it iz like a 'istory book. In ozher words, you can be taken in and see ze 'isotry az though it iz 'appening before your eyez."

"Now, we are running short on time today, so we will only have one example. Can someone give me an interesting event in wizard 'istory that made they would like to see?"