Mythology was one of Zephyr's favorite classes. It was rather interesting to learn about legends and such. Taking a form, he filled it out.
Zephyr
Name: Zephyr Bearach House: Ravenclaw Year: Fourth Blood Status: Unknown. At least half-blood Curriculum: the works of Beedle the Bard Something interesting about you: I was adopted by muggles who had previously adopted a witch. Oh, and through that adoption I became an uncle.
Finished with his form, he was about to go hand it in when the professor started her lecture. Taking out parchment, he started taking down notes. When it was over, he placed the form on the professor's desk.
Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 10:39 pm
✑Gryffindor✑Fourth Year✑Seeker✑Writer✑Pureblood
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door— "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more."
Romulus took one of the forms, quickly filling it with his rather neat writing. His script had been compared to something Shakespearean before, and he quite liked the thought.
Name: Romulus V. Bleiddiaid House: The place where dwell the brave is where I have made my home. Year: The year of those Four years in depth to their study. Blood Status: PureBlood. My family has long praised our "clean" blood. Not that I really care. I'll befriend anyone, regardless of status, so long as they have a pure heart. Curriculum: Everything we covered last term. Something interesting about you: Hmm... this one's a bit tricky, since there's not much about myself I would consider "interesting." Perhaps that I wish to attend Oxford University for Writing post graduation? I aspire to writing, if you hadn't guessed by my earlier statement of study.
Romy handed in his form, a polite smile on his face. He wrote his answers rather... poetically.... in only the way he could. As his professor started her lessons, the teen wrote out notes, in a word-for-word trace of the lecture, adding in quotes and paraphrases from the book. Journalism had exponentially increased his writing speed, and he was grateful. He used to have to add notes from the book after the lecture! Now this was much easier! When asked about questions, he gently shook his head, then thought for a second. "Are there not Transfiguration spells that cause permanent changes? Perhaps that i why the creatures resist Untransfiguration? Or perhaps a genetically incorrect crossbreed?" He blinked, then looked at his teacher, waiting for a reply.
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—Nevermore!
Homework should be turned into Professor Harlowe's Office before the end of Lesson 2.
To Romy: Something along the lines of, "Excellent point, it very well could be. Ten points to Gryffindor!"
Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 4:45 pm
Lesson 2: The Myth of Unicorn Blood
The Creature: The Unicorn is one of the most famous magical creatures in the world, being so prevalent that there are still muggles who believe in their existence, despite efforts on the part of wizards to hide their existence. Unicorns are often mistaken for horses, being indistinguishable from them except for the single horn in the middle of their head. As a foul, they are a perfect golden color, their hides turning silver, and then white as they age, with golden hooves. They prefer the presence of women over men, and inhabit forests across the whole of the UK.
The Myth: Unicorns are said to possess many magical qualities, and have long been sought out for their various parts, as each hold magical qualities. Their hair is often used in the making of wands, and their horns are ground for potions ingredients. However, the most mysterious and perhaps disturbing use for a Unicorn is to drink its blood. The Unicorn, being one of the most beautiful and purest creatures in the magical world, is considered almost sacred, and to slay one is a vicious crime. Legend holds that a witch or wizard who is at the brink of death may slay and drink its blood to prolong their life, but because they have committed such an egregious act, their life shall be cursed from the moment it touches their lips. The exact details of the curse are unknown. The most notable occurrence of the slaying and drinking of a unicorn’s blood was committed by Professor Quirinus Quirrell on behalf of the Dark Lord Voldemort, who, lacking a body of his own, was sharing Quirrell’s at the time. Shortly after committing the act, Quirrell died, although it is impossible to say whether or not this is the effect of the curse.
Homework: Discuss whether or not you believe in the curse of the blood and what you believe the ill effects of drinking said blood might be.
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Amata Harlowe was, for once, seated behind her desk, rather than atop it. It was a rather unusual sight, one that was a perfect indication of how very down she felt. She didn't have much of a social life, and what little time she did spend with others was typically a conversation with Grayson when they passed in the halls, or at dinner in the evening. But with his sleeping form laying in the Hospital Wing, she was distraught and alone. The only light penetrating the dark cloud that hovered over her of late was the news that her friend Ciaran Lowery and his husband were planning on adopting. It was about the only thing that brought a smile to her face. She really needed to ask Ciaran to meet her for drinks so they could catch up. She'd heard his nephew was a first year this year; she needed to talk him into convincing the boy to take her lesson.
She sighed a bit, waiting for her students to arrive and settle in before beginning the lesson."Afternoon, class. Today we'll be talking about Unicorns, and the Legend associated with their blood."She dimmed the lights and let the same light, creepy music fill the room as the week before. She wondered why fourth year was apparently the year of scary stories, but she wouldn't complain; she rather liked scary stories. Her eyes were sad, but there was the smallest hint of mirth lurking in their depths."According to legend, the Unicorn was born a pure creature, untainted by wickedness and evil. It is a symbol of purity, hope, and innocence. And as with all creatures who are innocent and pure, there are those with dark hearts, who wish to blot out that light forever, and taint the purity with evil. A long time ago, one such being, a wizard whose heart was dark and twisted with evil, came across a Unicorn, drinking from a small pond in the middle of a glen. His tainted soul could not stand to be so near a creature so good, and so, he slayed the Unicorn, and, in an act of perverse victory, drank its blood. The Powers that Be saw this, and were appalled at his actions. As time wore on, the wizard realized that he had stopped aging, and believed himself immortal. But, his longevity was not a blessing, but a curse. For killing and desecrating a creature so pure, the wizard had been cursed to live forever, but only to live a half-life, filled with misery and failure. He wandered the Earth, his every waking moment drenched in suffering, his sleep plagued by horrible visions. From the day that dark wizard had slain the Unicorn, so every other being who who do the same was cursed the same. To drink the blood of a Unicorn is said to welcome the curse onto you." She paused, her hand going to her forehead. She had a horrible headache today. Actually, she had a horrible headache most days of late. Worrying constantly tended to do that to a person, after all. But, she still felt like she'd done a good job with her lesson. She looked at her students, offering a small smile."Any questions? Comments? Thoughts?"The story she'd told was an old one, lost to the ages, seldom told in the modern day and age. But, her mother being the leading expert on such things, she'd been told the legend from a young age, usually while seated in a dark room, the light of a single candle casting shadows on the walls. Her mother knew how to tell a scary story; Amata just hoped she'd done well enough, given the circumstances.
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 10:50 pm
Lesson 2: The Myth of Unicorn Blood
Lesson Closed
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Homework for Lesson 2 should be turned into Professor Harlowe's Office before the end of Lesson 3.
The Myth: Hogwarts founder Salazar Slytherin was famous for his belief that magical learning should be kept within the realms of magical families, and that any child born to muggle should remain a muggle, regardless of whether or not they showcased any magical talent. When he failed to convince the other founders of this ideal, he decided to create a safeguard, so that whenever the school became overrun with those he deemed unworthy, his lineage could purge the school of their presence. He created the Chamber of Secrets, which was said to be hidden away, so that only the Heir of Slytherin could ever find it, and house a monster which only the heir could control. As no one was ever able to locate the Chamber, it was dismissed as a myth. However, in the 1940’s, there was a series of attacks, leading to the paralysis of several muggle born students, culminating in the death of student Myrtle, who now haunts the girl’s bathroom on the second floor, known better to students as Moaning Myrtle. Then student Rubeus Hagrid was blamed for the attacks and expelled, but remained at the school as gamekeeper. Later, in the 1990’s while Harry Potter attended Hogwarts, the Chamber was opened again, and Hagrid was briefly taken to Azkaban prison. It was later proven that the culprit, in both instances of the Chamber being opened, was none other than Tom Riddle, known later in life as Lord Voldemort. The first time, Riddle was a student in attendance at Hogwarts, and was in fact the one who turned Hagrid in. The second time, he was acting through use of a Horcrux and student Ginny Weasley.
Homework: Explain your thoughts on the beliefs of Salazar Slytherin and his contemporaries.
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If you are quoted, your student is registered for this lesson. If he or she does not attend at least one class, your house will be docked ten points at the end of the term. This is waived if you are listed as absent.
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Good Boy Yuuki
Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 1:14 am
Lesson 1: The Quintaped
The Creature: The Quintaped is a carnivorous five legged beast, covered in hair, also known as a Hairy MacBoon. They are indigenous to the Isle of Drear. It is classified as extremely dangerous by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. They are believed to have, at one time, been wizards. This cannot be verified, however, as they have resisted all attempts to be Untransfigured. Due to their dangerous nature, the Isle of Drear has been made Unplottable to prevent people from going to the island and being harmed.
The Myth: Long ago, the Isle of Drear was home to two warring clans, the MacBoons and McCliverts. One night, the two family heads engaged in a drunken wizards duel, and McClivert died. In retaliation, the McClivert clan transfigured the entire MacBoon clan into Quintapeds. However, they soon realized that this was an awful idea. The MacBoons were famous for being wholly inept at casting magic. But, as the Quintaped, they became powerful, and quite dangerous to their McClivert rivals. In their attempts to rectify the situation and return them to their natural state, the entire McClivert clan met their doom.
Homework: Discuss whether or not you believe it is possible that the Quintaped is in fact a family of Transfigured wizards.
First Lesson Survey:
[align=center][b]Name:[/b] Your first and last name. [b]House:[/b] Your house. [b]Year:[/b] Your year. [b]Blood Status:[/b] I know this is something of a personal question, but I would like you to let me know if you are a pureblood, halfblood or muggleborn. It can help me to understand your background and thus how familiar you may be with the curriculum. [b]Curriculum:[/b] Please list aspects of the curriculum that you are already familiar with. [b]Something interesting about you:[/b] Just so I can get to know you better! This can be about anything, from your pets to your lessons here to whatever else you want to tell me.[/align]
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If you are quoted, your student is registered for this lesson. If he or she does not attend at least one class, his/her house will be docked ten points at the end of the term. This is waived if you are listed as absent.
I got a lot of things I have to do All these distractions Our futures coming soon We're being pulled a hundred different directions But whatever happens I know I've got you
❇ Mood : Reminiscent ❇ Thinking : How I wish I could have the ability to talk to the dead… to talk to Mum… ❇ Doing : Answering the survey ❇ Where : Mythology Classroom ❇ With : Fourth Years and the Professor.
XXXXXXX Xavier walked up to the Mythology classroom, interest piling up as he recognized the topic. Quintaped. Xanthus, his father, always managed to scare him with it. Every night, about days after his mother’s passing, Xavier had endless nightmares. All circulating in the scene where Vanessa cast the last spell Brietta—his mother—ever saw. And the horror in her eyes when the green spark flew over to her direction. And in a split second, she turned her head and her warm blue eyes met with her son’s. Then just before the killing spell hit her, he would wake up panting. Xavier opened his eyes, never realizing that he had actually squeezed them shut. Remembering that incident, tears pricked the back of his eyes as he blinked it away. He greeted the Professor with a small, yet still warm smile. ”Good morning, Professor.” He nodded at her then took the piece of paper on her desk. Meaningfully, he answered the questions then returned it to the Professor. After doing so, he returned to his seat and wrote up a couple of notes.
Name: Xavier Nicholson House: Gryffindor Year: Fourth Year Blood Status: Half-Blood Curriculum:Well, I seem to be pretty familiar with most of them since my father and my late mother loved to tell me stories about their adventures in Hogwarts as well as what they learned during their professional days. Something interesting about you: I often make horrible first impressions…
You're in my mind your in my heart extent It doesn't matter where we are It'll be alright Even if we're miles apart
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All I wanna do is be with you, be with you There's nothing we can do Just wanna be with you; only you No matter where life takes us nothing can break us apart You know its true, I just wanna be with you
Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 7:18 pm
♡♥ Single ♡♥ Halfblood ♡♥ Slytherin ♡♥ Fourth Year ♡♥Orphan ♡♥
❝Oh! We're gonna let it show! We're gonna just let go of everything, Holding back our dreams, and try, to make it come alive! C'mon let it shine so they can see, we were meant to be somebody!❞ Aubrey slipped into the classroom and took a seat near the front. Though, it probably wouldn't be hard to pick her out even from the back, what with the flaming red hair and all. She waved to the Professor and glanced at the lesson. Quintaped. The myth and creature itself looked very interesting. She wasn't being sarcastic. It was unique and had a curious background. Just like herself.
Name: Aubrey D. Gardiner House: Slytherin. Year: Fourth Year. Blood Status: I am a halfblood. Curriculum: I'm familiar with most of it, I suppose. I like to read about the stuff. Something interesting about you: ...I recently was adopted? Well, last year.
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Amata entered the classroom with a gentle smile, noticing that, so far, only two of her six students had arrived. She was a bit disappointed that more hadn't beaten her, since she was a bit late. But, there was no saying they wouldn't show. And it wasn't as though she wasn't used to having small classes, anyway. She waved at the two boys who'd arrived, and, seeing that they'd both already filled out their forms, collected them, offering them smiles as she did so. She sat on her desk, facing the pair, and quickly skimmed their responses. She looked up."Apologies for being late, dears. I'm Amata Harlowe, and I'll be your Mythology professor. You can call me Professor Harlowe. Now, when you arrive in my class, the first thing you should do is copy down the day's notes from the board. I'll give you a few minutes to do that, and then we'll begin a discussion on the lesson's subject. I'd like you all to know that this lesson operates mostly on a discussion basis. That is, I will give the information that the lesson covers, and then I'll open the floor for discussion. Any student who contributes will earn house points, provided that their contribution is not offensive or rude or disruptive. Please respect your fellow students and their opinions, even if you don't agree with them."
Amata paused, giving them a moment to let that sink in. Not that she expected problems from either of them, but one could never be too sure, after all. After a decent pause, she smiled widely. This was one of her favorite lessons, after all. A few waves of the wand to set the mood. She dimmed the already fairly soft lighting. These lights would continue to dim over the course of her 'lecture,' until the room was lit only by the floating-lily candles placed on the student's desks (an addition she'd made for this exact lesson). The faintest sounds of music could be heard, a soft, simple melody that would grow darker and more discordant as she spoke. When she began, her voice was soft, a campfire voice, for a spooky campfire story."Back in the days when Scotland was still known for being just as likely to fight with itself as outsiders, there were two families, the MacBoons and the McClivert, living on the Isle of Dreer. The families were said to be in a constant war over the land on the Isle, with both sides claiming that the whole of the Isle was their family's by birthright. Records don't go back far enough for us to know which one of them was truly the first on the land, and they were both convinced that their ancestors were the founders. Now, there was a sort of 'safe zone' on the Isle, a village that was home to inhabitants that were not of either family, and in this village there was a pub, which both family heads frequented. One night, they both happened to decide to go for a drink, and they ran into each other at the bar. After hours of drinking and trading insults, one or the other challenged his rival to a duel. This was back when duels were still fought to the death, and to the death it was, with MacBoon winning by taking the life of McClivert. The McClivert clan, in retaliation, is said to have turned the whole MacBoon family into a herd of beasts, known as Quintapeds, or Hairy MacBoons. These creatures were quite powerful, and dangerous, and transfiguring the clan into them proved to have been a mistake. In an attempt to change them back to their original state, the entire McClivert clan was murdered. To this day, the Isle of Dreer is home to the dreaded creatures, and it is expressly forbidden for anyone to go there, for their own safety. The Quintapeds are monstrous creatures, with huge fangs and a hunger for flesh. And few who have seen them in person have lived to tell the tale."She paused dramatically, an eerie smile on her face, the flickering candlelight casting odd shadows on the walls. She watched her students carefully, her eyes playful and curious. She had no idea why she enjoyed treating this lesson as a scary story (well, other than that it traditionally was supposed to be one), but she did. After a moment, she asked,"Any questions?"Her voice was soft, gentle. She wanted very much to know what her students had to say about this particular myth.
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 1:15 pm
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So come and dance to the beat, wave your hands together Come feel the heat, forever and forever Listen and learn, it is time for prancing, Now we are here, we're Caramell Dancing!
Shayna arrived on the later side of class and only caught part of the lesson. She was terribly embarassed and quite upset that she had... She listened intently and copied all the notes and what she was saying. She watched the professor after a bit. Quite unsure what she was thinking. That was a spooky tale... She listened carefully and when the story was finished she sat thinking. Slightly frightened. "Professor, why wouldn't they have been able to come to an agreement? And is there a possibility to turn the creatures back into the humans they were supposed to be?"
I want to Scream and Shout, And Dance the Night out. And Scream and Shout, And Go All Out
The Creature: The Quintaped is a carnivorous five legged beast, covered in hair, also known as a Hairy MacBoon. They are indigenous to the Isle of Drear. It is classified as extremely dangerous by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. They are believed to have, at one time, been wizards. This cannot be verified, however, as they have resisted all attempts to be Untransfigured. Due to their dangerous nature, the Isle of Drear has been made Unplottable to prevent people from going to the island and being harmed.
The Myth: Long ago, the Isle of Drear was home to two warring clans, the MacBoons and McCliverts. One night, the two family heads engaged in a drunken wizards duel, and McClivert died. In retaliation, the McClivert clan transfigured the entire MacBoon clan into Quintapeds. However, they soon realized that this was an awful idea. The MacBoons were famous for being wholly inept at casting magic. But, as the Quintaped, they became powerful, and quite dangerous to their McClivert rivals. In their attempts to rectify the situation and return them to their natural state, the entire McClivert clan met their doom.
Homework: Discuss whether or not you believe it is possible that the Quintaped is in fact a family of Transfigured wizards.
First Lesson Survey:
[align=center][b]Name:[/b] Your first and last name. [b]House:[/b] Your house. [b]Year:[/b] Your year. [b]Blood Status:[/b] I know this is something of a personal question, but I would like you to let me know if you are a pureblood, halfblood or muggleborn. It can help me to understand your background and thus how familiar you may be with the curriculum. [b]Curriculum:[/b] Please list aspects of the curriculum that you are already familiar with. [b]Something interesting about you:[/b] Just so I can get to know you better! This can be about anything, from your pets to your lessons here to whatever else you want to tell me.[/align]
OOC:
If you are quoted, your student is registered for this lesson. If he or she does not attend at least one class, his/her house will be docked ten points at the end of the term. This is waived if you are listed as absent.
Miss GryffindorK
Minvera Nolynn
shabatha
Rowan Elliot
Essy ze Ninja
Christian Barrett
Xistund
Hunter Murphy
heather030595
Cecille Carlson
Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 4:18 pm
Amata is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // LookingLovelyinher Classroomspace CURRENTLY // fancyingGrayson Powellspaces CURRENTLY WITH // Studentsspacesp CURRENTLY FEELING // Happyspacespa CURRENTLY THINKING // 'It's so nice to be back... and really be back.'spacespac დ დ დThe rain is fallin' on my windowpanes But we are hiding in a safer place.დ დ დ ═════════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceAmata entered the classroom with a gentle smile, eager to start the new term. She assumed her typical stance, sitting on the edge of her desk, back straight, and looked over the classroom a moment before beginning. "Hello, everyone. I'm Amata Harlowe, and I'll be your Mythology professor. You can call me Professor Harlowe. Now, when you arrive in my class, the first thing you should do is copy down the day's notes from the board. I'll give you a few minutes to do that, and then we'll begin a discussion on the lesson's subject. I'd like you all to know that this lesson operates mostly on a discussion basis. That is, I will give the information that the lesson covers, and then I'll open the floor for discussion. Any student who contributes will earn house points, provided that their contribution is not offensive or rude or disruptive. Please respect your fellow students and their opinions, even if you don't agree with them."
spaceAmata paused, giving them a moment to let that sink in. Not that she expected problems from either of them, but one could never be too sure, after all. After a decent pause, she smiled widely. This was one of her favorite lessons, after all. A few waves of the wand to set the mood. She dimmed the already fairly soft lighting. These lights would continue to dim over the course of her 'lecture,' until the room was lit only by the floating-lily candles placed on the student's desks (an addition she'd made for this exact lesson). The faintest sounds of music could be heard, a soft, simple melody that would grow darker and more discordant as she spoke. When she began, her voice was soft, a campfire voice, for a spooky campfire story."Back in the days when Scotland was still known for being just as likely to fight with itself as outsiders, there were two families, the MacBoons and the McClivert, living on the Isle of Dreer. The families were said to be in a constant war over the land on the Isle, with both sides claiming that the whole of the Isle was their family's by birthright. Records don't go back far enough for us to know which one of them was truly the first on the land, and they were both convinced that their ancestors were the founders. Now, there was a sort of 'safe zone' on the Isle, a village that was home to inhabitants that were not of either family, and in this village there was a pub, which both family heads frequented. One night, they both happened to decide to go for a drink, and they ran into each other at the bar. After hours of drinking and trading insults, one or the other challenged his rival to a duel. This was back when duels were still fought to the death, and to the death it was, with MacBoon winning by taking the life of McClivert. The McClivert clan, in retaliation, is said to have turned the whole MacBoon family into a herd of beasts, known as Quintapeds, or Hairy MacBoons. These creatures were quite powerful, and dangerous, and transfiguring the clan into them proved to have been a mistake. In an attempt to change them back to their original state, the entire McClivert clan was murdered. To this day, the Isle of Dreer is home to the dreaded creatures, and it is expressly forbidden for anyone to go there, for their own safety. The Quintapeds are monstrous creatures, with huge fangs and a hunger for flesh. And few who have seen them in person have lived to tell the tale."She paused dramatically, an eerie smile on her face, the flickering candlelight casting odd shadows on the walls. She watched her students carefully, her eyes playful and curious. She had no idea why she enjoyed treating this lesson as a scary story (well, other than that it traditionally was supposed to be one), but she did. After a moment, she asked,"Any questions?"Her voice was soft, gentle. She wanted very much to know what her students had to say about this particular myth.
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The Creature: The Unicorn is one of the most famous magical creatures in the world, being so prevalent that there are still muggles who believe in their existence, despite efforts on the part of wizards to hide their existence. Unicorns are often mistaken for horses, being indistinguishable from them except for the single horn in the middle of their head. As a foul, they are a perfect golden color, their hides turning silver, and then white as they age, with golden hooves. They prefer the presence of women over men, and inhabit forests across the whole of the UK.
The Myth: Unicorns are said to possess many magical qualities, and have long been sought out for their various parts, as each hold magical qualities. Their hair is often used in the making of wands, and their horns are ground for potions ingredients. However, the most mysterious and perhaps disturbing use for a Unicorn is to drink its blood. The Unicorn, being one of the most beautiful and purest creatures in the magical world, is considered almost sacred, and to slay one is a vicious crime. Legend holds that a witch or wizard who is at the brink of death may slay and drink its blood to prolong their life, but because they have committed such an egregious act, their life shall be cursed from the moment it touches their lips. The exact details of the curse are unknown. The most notable occurrence of the slaying and drinking of a unicorn’s blood was committed by Professor Quirinus Quirrell on behalf of the Dark Lord Voldemort, who, lacking a body of his own, was sharing Quirrell’s at the time. Shortly after committing the act, Quirrell died, although it is impossible to say whether or not this is the effect of the curse.
Homework: Discuss whether or not you believe in the curse of the blood and what you believe the ill effects of drinking said blood might be.
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If you are quoted, your student is registered for this lesson. If he or she does not attend at least one class, your house will be docked ten points at the end of the term. This is waived if you are listed as absent.
