closed Chaos in class open for firsties

Date: Second week of Jan. 2025

Location: History of Magic

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Pam really disliked History of Magic.

It did not help that she has always found History to be dreadfully boring, no matter what font it was in. As far as she was concerned, it was still better than how she had suffered in her muggle school, at least, they were still learning some spells here. Unfortunately for her, there was still a lot of sitting and listening to their teacher talk. Also unfortunately for her, Pam knew for a fact that she could do good in the subject if she bothered to sit herself down to study it properly.

Sitting down to study it proved close to impossible for her though.

Pam would often wonder why exactly she would even bother to attend the class in the first place. After all, most of the things they learnt could easily be found in the library books. Pam always spent a lot of time holed up in there. However, years of being taught to not miss classes in her previous school seemed to be finally rubbing off on her.

So, it was yet another morning to deal with yet another History class. Pam followed a crowd of fellow first years into the class, as always staying far away from the big ugly scary gargoyle which guarded the door. She wasn't really sure why their teacher had thought it was a good idea to have one, or the necessity for it, but Pam wasn't going to be questioning it anytime soon.

Pam liked to pick a seat near the middle of the class. In her opinion, it was a smart choice. The first benches were simply scary, mainly because of its proximity to the teacher. As for the last benches, well, too much at the back also drew unwanted attention. And Pam was all about being inconspicuous. She sighed, resting her head on her palm and watching her classmates pile in. Best hope I don't fall asleep.

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𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉: @Pamela Graham | 𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: History of Magic classroom| 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒆 & 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆: 2nd week of Jan, Morning| 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 233| 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: @Aurelia Valentine, @Pamela Graham, @Ruth Fairchild, @Eulalia Vasilios, @Eonaria Kabukimono

𝓐h, History of Magic.

Ruth Fairchild had mixed feelings about the class.

It wasn’t as simple as claiming to hate, dislike, like or love attending lessons to learn about the history of magic. She enjoyed History, yes, and learning about the wizarding world did make her feel more at ease here. However, she had…also gotten an E in the class, one of her firsts, to which she was unable to mask her disappointment. The Witch Trials, too! Ruth particularly liked that lesson. The Era piqued Ruth’s interest, especially since she had deemed the burnings to be superstition rather than true, as she found out now. Moreover, it was fascinating to have known how magicals that were caught were able to save themselves through Flame Freezing Charm. Having learnt about Wandelin the Weird, she even found herself looking through her chocolate frog collections that night.

So…imagine her devastation of getting lower than expected of her.

And it was so ridiculous, for she had sorely missed Outstanding by a single point. It left the girl fuming, and ever since then she couldn’t sit right. Often, Ruth found herself almost drifting off into sleep just by sitting there. When she caught herself doing so, Ruth resisted the temptation to continue dozing off. She couldn’t afford more Es, no matter how much better they are from Ts…or As….For a reader, it was her pride to see a continuous knowledge streak within her subjects, and little mistakes that tainted her report caused her to sniff in dismay.

As she walked into the class, hand gripping onto her A History of Magic book, Ruth was determined to survive through the class without her head dipping, posture slouching, eyes dropping, day dreaming. Glancing around, it proved to be difficult to overcome the urge to drop unconscious. Not everyone seemed eager to be there, particularly the cascading curls of Pam, who Ruth waved at lazily. She knew of how much her best friend despised the class, and could only wish her the best.

Her eyes trailed to the seat beside her, having wanted to perhaps accompany the girl, but realised it was occupied by someone else. Amelia, was it? Ruth couldn’t really remember. She often took memorising people through their unique traits and memorable events, and Amelia had provided her with none so far. Ruth had, however, seen her walking around with Pam, so would presume her to be one of Pamela’s friends.

She walked closer to the front of the class, spotting unruly curls peeking up from in front of the two girls. Ah. Aurelia Valentine. Ruth smiled fondly, her steps a little lighter, now that she had someone smart to sit next to. Maybe Aurelia would stop her from dozing off, or not. Ruth wasn’t too sure. While her ways were quite robotic and straightforward, the young Fairchild found the Hufflepuff before her strangely unpredictable and could only hope for the best.

If not, maybe something interesting was bound to happen to stop her from falling asleep.