Professor Rowan Dakin
November 19, 2009 4:37 PM
Beginner Lesson (1-3 years) by Professor Rowan Dakin
To say that Rowan Dakin was nervous was an understatement, she was down right fearful. How could she be nervous of students who were so young, after all she had faced in her past? After ten years of being a Dragon Keeper she needed a change in pace but why was she so fearful of the students? They were just children; they didn’t blow fire at her, nor try to claw her eyes out.The short Professor made her way to the large fire pit where the fire was still going strong, perfect for her little friends that crawled all over the logs. She bit her lip nervously as she swept her short dark hair out of her face as the students began to gather. They seemed to be a calm bunch but one could never tell at the start of a class, that she remembered from her time in school. They were calm till they had tested the Professors patience.
Finally they were all settle and she smiled at them. “Welcome to Care of Magical Creatures, I am Professor Rowan Dakin.” She paused as she stepped out of their line of sight so they could see the blaze that held the Salamanders. “The first things we will be studying are salamanders. Come sit down on the logs I have arranged for you around the fire.”
She watched as the students took seats and she walked over to the fire. “You may want to take notes.” She said with a nod of her head and waited for the students to take out their writing equipment. “In here are salamanders, a fire dwelling lizard.” She smiled and rocked on her heels looking at the bright blue and red salamanders. “They are born out of flames, and live as long as the flames that they are born of are still going.”
She paused as she put a pair of gloves on and reached into the flames. She grabbed one of the salamanders and held it out by his tail for the class to see. “These guys feed on the flames or when out of the fire, on pepper.” Rowan set it down on a table a bit further away. She laid out some pepper and salamander munched on it. “They can last out of the fire for six hours as long as you regularly feed them pepper. Salamanders are known for their regenerative properties, and are used in many potions but these guys are for you to enjoy.”
Rowan waved her wand and tables appeared all around the fire. “Please pair up and come get one salamander. Please do not reach in the fir, allow me to get them for you. Once you get them you can feed them pepper and study them.” With that she clapped her hands and began to hand off the Salamanders to the partners.
OOC: Normal posting length, the more creative you are with your salamanders the more points you earn! Also there is a quick homework lesson if you do it I’ll add 5- 10 more points!
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Oooh, fiery! by Delilah Kerrigan, Pecari with Jose Hernandez (Pecari), Delilah
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Professor Rowan Dakin
Beginner Lesson (1-3 years)
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Veronica Kerrigan, Aladren
November 19, 2009 10:46 PM
This class doesn't agree with me. by Veronica Kerrigan, Aladren
What did these professors have against the nice standard desk and chair? Veronica didn’t understand it in the least. At least, most of the rest of her classes were held in the sanctity of the indoors rather than the harshness of the outdoors. Didn’t they understand that the elements could dry out her skin or damage her hair? Then, to make matters worse, instead of just merely sitting on the floor of a classroom, she was now expected to sit on a more than likely filthy log that would ruin her fine clothes. Her brow furrowed and her lips turned down, she took her seat. What could be worse than this?Oh, yeah, the fact that they were going to be studying salamanders. Ew, totally gross! She didn’t care to learn about such icky creatures and since she wasn’t going to ever be going into a Care of Magical Creatures field, it seemed relatively unimportant that she would need to. Unfortunately, for her grade, she had to, because getting a good grade was the gateway to getting a multitude of presents from Santa. Okay, so she still didn’t believe that some guy in red wizarding robes actually flooed into her home and brought her presents for nothing more than simply existing and being odd, but it was still nice to get lost in the entire holiday experience.
Veronica only wished that she could get lost instead of being in this class. With a sigh, she pulled out one of her textbooks and used it as a hard surface to take her notes on. It wasn’t as good as a desktop, but it would have to do. She wrote all about how awful it was that the salamanders had to live on flames. Seriously, how terrible was it that they would die once the flames did? No matter how disgusting she thought they were, she didn’t think that life was very fair to them. It was a life of either waiting for the flames to die or waiting to be used in a potion. It really was a sad life just like hers would be if she didn’t carry out her plans.
Then, it got worse. They were expected to get one of the creepy crawlies to study with someone. Her first instinct was to partner with Rachel, but decided against doing so. She needed someone that actually enjoyed this sort of thing, someone that would do all the work and she could just continue to write in her notebook. Shame she didn’t know who was who yet to easily pick out the right person. Taking a chance on someone that looked somewhat promising, she walked right up to them and said, “Hi, I’m Veronica and you are?” As soon as the person replied, she continued, “Let’s go get a salamander. You can handle the thing.” She may have been more polite in normal circumstances, but this class had put her in a foul mood.
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Veronica Kerrigan, Aladren
This class doesn't agree with me.
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Veronica Kerrigan, Aladren
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Edmond Carey, Aladren
November 23, 2009 6:05 PM
I'm very sorry to hear that by Edmond Carey, Aladren
Though her teaching style was not exactly in line with his learning style, Edmond immediately found cause to like the new Care of Magical Creatures teacher in her failure to be much different in style than Professor Kijewski. Though he had retained his tutor-inspired reluctance to form much of an attachment to any of his professors, he did get used to certain ways of things being done, and he had been worried that every class except History of Magic and Potions would be horribly difficult as the new teachers shook things up.He couldn't, however, deny that chairs might well have been a change he could live with. It was one thing to sit on the ground at home, but he still felt like he was breaking some social code when he did it at Sonora. It was the exact sort of thing Julia would vehemently disapprove of.
Since his foster-mother was in Virginia and he was here at Sonora, though, he did it with the best grace he could and focused the main part of his attention on salamanders. The creatures were of some interest to him because of Potions, but as he typically bought all potions ingredients from an authorized apothecary in pre-prepared form, he doubted the information would ever be really useful to him. Since they would inevitably come up on an exam, though, he took notes diligently and, when prompted, began looking for a partner for the practical part of the lesson.
He was vaguely thinking of Cassie when another girl - most likely one of the first years, if he was right to think he had seen her in the common room - approached. She did not, it seemed, have a surname, which did present him with some cause for concern, but it didn't seem like the time or the place to make an issue of it. Besides, he put real efforts into never mentioning where he came from, which was little better in some Carey minds than just denying that he was a Carey at all. "Edmond," he said, somehow managing to leave off his surname and the bow. It seemed his skill at this 'normalcy' thing was more developed than he'd thought before. "A pleasure to meet you, I'm sure."
This was, of course, a lie - he had no idea how much of a pleasure it was to meet her - but there were only so many rules he could break at one time before his brain decided to revolt. He was a creature of habit and always had been such. It was why he made a very good student and son, but not such a good heir of the Savannah Careys, though other members of the family didn't seem to have entirely picked up on that yet. Since it was inevitable that they would - Father was half a myth to him, but logic said the man had to die sometime, and Edmond would be expected to take his place as the wand arm of the family when he did - he only hoped to put it off as long as possible.
Her tone didn't win her any points with him, but he decided not to make an issue of that, either. Morgaine had done her level best to uproot his assumption that social graces were essential for functionality, and she had a way of doing the things she set out to do. He still thought she'd make a far better Auror than she would a Healer, but her point had not been lost on him. "Certainly," he said mildly. "I would not dream of asking a lady to do so." And here was where he got to figure out if she was really anything like his sister at all; Morgaine would have cut him dead with a few words and, that done, proceeded to let him nowhere near the salamander for the rest of class, just to make a point.
With great care - he saw no need to injure himself, after all; he needed his wand hand intact for his other classes and had no desire to waste time in the hospital wing - he took one of the salamanders from the professor and moved, expecting his partner to follow, out of the way of all of the people still milling about to pair off. "If you could get the pepper, please," he told Veronica. "I'm not quite sure of what we're supposed to be observing, but I have a feeling it's not the salamander's death."
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Edmond Carey, Aladren
I'm very sorry to hear that
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Veronica
November 23, 2009 11:56 PM
Does it really agree with you? by Veronica
The fancy formalities that were usually notable of someone worthy were unnoticed until the key word of lady was stated. Veronica stopped dead in her tracks and turned on her heel, which made a nice little dent in the dirt as the grass curled around it. Her mouth was ajar. Hastily, she closed it. She wanted to smack herself. How could she have been so incredibly stupid as to allow her emotions to get in the way of her purpose? If she continued this type of behavior, then she certainly wasn’t going to make any progress towards the ultimate goal. Worse still, she might earn herself a reputation that said that others should steer clear. It was already bad enough that she had to overcome the follies of her family.All right, there was no need to panic, right? No, no, of course not. This could all be fixed. Quietly, she followed him to get the salamander and at his request, she took pepper to feed the animal and then continued to where they were out of the way. She chewed on her lip, tasting her lip-gloss, as she thought about how she could apologize without seeming weak. She didn’t want to be that type of girl. She might want to appear less intelligent so as not to intimidate a boy, but she didn’t want to be so subservient that the worst type of guys were the only ones that would be attracted to her. She wanted to be like the women that she had read about. They were the ones that were support to their husbands, leaders of the household, and role models to their community. Yes, she wanted to be one of those women.
Veronica began working on the apology in her head. She wanted it to sound formal, yet sincere, and it was very hard to accomplish. She considered going with the very simple ‘I’m sorry,’ but that didn’t seem good enough. He might not know what she was actually sorry for. Then, she thought about saying something like ‘I sincerely apologize for being impolite,’ but then it sounded overly polite, and therefore, fake. She tried a few more when he broke into her thought process. “Oh, I suppose not,” she said thinking that she should consider herself lucky that she was paired with a boy that did not wish for the salamander’s death. While she did not like the thing, she would be very upset if it came to that, even by accident.
Perhaps, she lucked out and she had ended up with a partner that was more than a little suitable. In appearance, he wasn’t really her type, but the magazine said that there were more important things and she took that to heart. Sneaking a glance at him, she decided to see what else they agreed on. “Truthfully, I think that anything that we observe could have been just as easily gotten from a book. Personally, I do not plan to work with animals, magical or muggle.” She may have continued with how her plan was to get married to a proper pureblood, but somehow that didn’t seem like very good conversation.
So she figured that now was as good a time as any to apologize. “Uh, I think I may have been less than gracious before. I really do not enjoy the outdoors nor do I like having to sit on a log.” She left out that it was because it ruined her clothes. On top of that, she had failed to actually apologize, but it sort of sounded like one, which was probably good enough. At least, she thought so and was actually pleased with what she had said. Of course, she really knew that it wasn’t, but she wasn’t about to admit that she was any more wrong that necessary. She hated admitting that she wasn’t perfect, which was funny given that she quite frequently tried to prove herself imperfect in academics, but it was all a matter of perspective, she would have argued.
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Does it really agree with you?
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Edmond
November 24, 2009 11:54 PM
Well, there are worse things. by Edmond
She supposed not? Even if one lacked ethical concerns - one of those subjects Julia had been pushing with a passion for about a year now - there was still the slight matter of their grades. The class title was Care of Magical Creatures for a reason; if they started killing off all the creatures, he suspected they would both fail spectacularly. Besides, he really didn't need that kind of press.Julia had done her best to shield him from some of the less savory details of the family reputation, and while he had a feeling she'd been more successful than not, he'd picked up a few things. He wasn't very observant, but more than a few of the Virginia cousins were, and he had almost gotten into a fight over the summer when James had been careless in his repetition of...vile things...about Edmond's sisters at one of the parties. Though he'd spoken to Morgaine the next day through the floo, he hadn't asked if any of James's stories had been true. He hadn't wanted to know.
Of course, it could just be a matter of phrasing. Veronica, presumably, didn't have to be as paranoid as it seemed - at least at times - he did. The formal mode of speaking, which was often deliberately indirect to avoid offense, could end up as cause for trouble when one or the other party was too literal-minded. Edmond had often been accused of being much too literal, which was probably the whole problem.
"Nor I," he said when Veronica disavowed any plans to work with animals in the future. The salamander was starting to cautiously move about; Edmond noted its directionality. "I understand many people learn most effectively from working hands-on with things, though." He put pepper down right of the salamander to see if it would turn toward the food. He thought he'd seen that in a book before. "Personally, I've found it depends on the subject matter."
Though he'd seen her reaction to his earlier statement, it was still a surprise when she admitted she'd been a little less than gracious. It wasn't something he would have seen coming, and proved firmly that she was not much like Mora. She didn't hold with apologizing when Defense practice got out of hand and he got injured, never mind when she merely lost patience with him. Of course, Veronica hadn't exactly lost patience with him, but the teaching methods of Professor Dakin, so... "Quite understandable," he said. "I found it difficult to adapt to taking my lessons like this last year, too." He realized he had never gotten around to confirming her year. "You are a first year, I believe?"
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Edmond
Well, there are worse things.
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Veronica
November 28, 2009 9:39 PM
Such as? by Veronica
A pleased smile flickered across Veronica’s face when Edward agreed with her. Of course, no one of good breeding would even consider working with animals. It was such a dirty profession and she could only imagine the type of males that went into such work. They probably enjoyed the dirt and liked getting scratches. They probably grew their hair long and maybe even sported a beard. It was utterly disgusting and she couldn’t even begin to imagine why any female would consider it. Her hazel eyes drifted over to where their professor was. She briefly toyed with the idea of actually asking the professor about it, but decided against it since she didn’t think Professor Dakin would appreciate her phrasing of the questioning.It wasn’t the only thing that wasn’t appreciated. Her bubble was burst when Edward did not agree about theory. It also had the unwanted effect of making her think. “I think it depends on if it’s an area that you intend on going into or not like if I were going to be a Potions Mistress, then, of course, application would be important in that case, but if you aren’t, then theory should be enough. Honestly, it’s not as though I’m going to be spending time with salamanders on a daily basis. After today, I doubt I’ll ever even see one let alone need to have gotten to know one on such a personal basis. Though, I suppose I should never say never, because knowing Delilah, she’ll try to have one for a pet. Thank goodness, Dad would never allow it.”
Her father never allowed pets, because he didn’t think they were responsible enough to actually take care of one. If she had wanted one, she would have argued about it. Okay, maybe Delilah really wasn’t responsible enough, but she and Cassie were. If anything, Cassie was overly responsible to the point that Veronica didn’t think she even knew what fun was. Her idea of fun was probably solving some ridiculously hard math problem. Just the thought made Veronica want to take a long nap. She much preferred reading her magazines and, of course, working on her life plan. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been making much progress on making it actually happen and was more than a little impatient about it.
She just had to keep reminding herself that “Yes, I am a first year.” She had seven years ahead of her to make everything in her plan happen. She just had to make step one happen this year. Now the real question was how helpful he might be to her plan. “I take it you aren’t?” She asked. “A second year?” She was guessing, but found it reasonable to assume that most third years wouldn’t bother to talk to someone in the first year. They were more established with their friends and the like, but she could always be wrong, which seemed to happening quite often. She would also have to figure out a way to fix it. At that moment, Veronica wondered how Delilah was fairing. If she was doing better, Veronica was not above having a temper tantrum in the privacy of her room.
“Aside from this class and Charms, are there any other classes that are necessary to worry about when it comes to such…dress concerns?” She hadn’t been sure what else to call the casualness to which the classes were conducted and wished that there were some form of propriety. She really wished that Cassie had warned her. No, what she really wished was that her father had the foresight to send her to an exclusive private school. That would have been much better, but then he didn’t believe in being so wasteful of money. Honestly, sometimes she thought it was a miracle that they had their own rooms. Too bad she couldn’t say the same here and she didn’t even get to room with Rachel, who was in Crotalus. She was stuck in horrible Aladren! Was there anything good about this school?
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Veronica
Such as?
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Edmond
December 05, 2009 12:49 AM
Death and taxes? by Edmond
"I don't think a salamander would make a good pet, really," Edmond said, unable to think of anything in particular that qualified as a better comment. Morgaine had an evil cat she was very attached to and which he assumed their father knew about, but he'd never had any pets. He didn't have time for them; when he wasn't studying, he was usually sketching - a pastime that fit in with his studies nicely - or trying his best to get Jane out of trouble. "Their lifespan is far too short."He looked at the salamander, though 'looked' was not really the word; it was more like looked through. The ideas she'd presented were interesting, and he was hardly one for passing up a chance for a nice debate. He needed to keep in practice, because his rhetoric tutor was going to be around during Christmas break to see how much progress he had made in making arguments he didn't necessarily agree with. That, according to Master Burns, was a rare skill, which everyone needed but only the best minds were capable of.
"One might make the argument, though, that we can't predict what we'll do or need to do in our lives. Nothing is a sure thing, and it seems possible the school means to prepare us for various eventualities." His entire life, as far back as he could remember, had been spent in preparation for taking his father's place as Head of the Savannah Careys, but even a casual observer of the family history indicated that he'd no more than an even chance of actually doing so. Though he did have to admit how small his chances of survival were if he didn't manage to take over, so... "One could also argue, though, that we all get what we work for, though that seems very optimistic to me."
Edmond was not an optimist. Nor was he a pessimist, not in his own mind. In his opinion, he was a realist. His frequent failures aside, he tried his best to apply logic, cool and objective, to all situations. It couldn't work at all times because what was logical could conflict with the equally important considerations of morality and legality, but it was a code that, in theory, appealed to him.
He had been right that she was a first year, which pleased him. It was trivial, but he liked to be right. "I am one," he said when she asked if he was a second year. "A second-year Aladren. It's an excellent House, but I'd advise that you avoid Quentin Melcher unless you really have an interest in linguistics." That wasn't quite the right word for it, but it was the best one he could come up with.
Her question about...dress concerns, for some reason, most amused him. He was supposed to be a proper pureblood, but, now that he thought of it, he wasn't sure he knew one girl who was overly concerned about dressing. Morgaine appeared to like jewels and flowers, but she was more interested in practical and modest clothing than in pretty dresses. Poor Jane, of course, was more apt to get dirty than he was. He remembered from the Reunion that Gwenhwyfar had a fondness for finery, but he could hardly say he knew her.
"I wouldn't wear anything I was very attached to into our Potions lessons," he said, hiding his amusement. It might be taken the wrong way. "Professor Fawcett is very strict about safety and rules, but accidents happen. Defense..." He trailed off, thinking. "Well, I don't know how our new professor intends to run things. We had to practice a lot last year, though, so it might be something to consider." She had looked like the type to enjoy combat magic, but a completely unfounded impression was not a good foundation for advice. "History of Magic is based on discussions, so you should be safe there."
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Edmond
Death and taxes?
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Veronica
December 07, 2009 12:47 AM
I'm not sure which is worse. by Veronica
Veronica let the issue of a pet salamander drop. Though, if her sister were smarter, then the short lifespan of salamanders would make a good argument as to why they would make a great starter pet. Veronica could see all sorts of reasons to present to their father, such as the shortened lifespan, so they wouldn’t have to take care of it for very long, it would show responsibility for the being in the fire and then feeding it pepper for six hours outside the fire requirements, that they would be fairly clean since they would probably have to stay outside, and so on. None of these, of course, would she be willing to share with Delilah.“Even if we can’t predict what we’ll do or need to do in our lives or even if we don’t get what we work for, we always have choices,” Veronica argued. While she would never admit it, she was actually beginning to enjoy the little debate that had been started. “I might not be able to predict exactly what I’ll be doing or if I’ll get to carry out my life plan to a t, but I can certainly say that I won’t be working with animals. I could get a job in something else. If I wanted to avoid working with animals enough, there are other things I could do such as, oh, I don’t know, work in a shop or be a maid or whatever other options there were.”
The idea of her being a maid was enough to make her shutter. She really didn’t do plan on having anything to do with physical labor when she grew up and certainly not any that required serving someone else. Continuing on, she added, “Besides, I doubt that there is much of a demand outside of an area like COMC or Potions that requires working with salamanders.” She didn’t add that running a household had nearly nothing to do with the creature. The most it would was if she had children one day that asked to have one and in which case, she would simply say no like her father always did. Although, she probably wouldn’t be as strict as he was and might allow normal pets. Maybe.
Why did he keep doing that? She was in the middle of preening inside her head that she had been right about his year when he went on about what a great house Aladren was. Her expression at the moment probably suggested that she thought he was nuts, but he might have thought it was about the kid he mentioned. Quentin Melcher. The first name wasn’t horrific, but the last name was certainly lacking. She really wouldn’t want to be known as Veronica Melcher. “I’ll try to remember to say away from the Mulch kid.” Ew. So, even if she did have an interest in linguistics, which she didn’t, she would probably avoid him simply because he already had a check against him according to her life plan for an awful sounding last name.
Of course, Edmond seemed to redeem himself in information, though, what was given was a bit disappointing and disconcerting. “I’m guessing the easiest thing would be to save all my pretty clothes for the weekends. It really is a shame too for I happen to like them very much, but as you said, accidents and all, even if I don’t plan on having very many.” If she had her way, this would be true, but what she failed to realize was the whole partners process tended to extend towards just about every single class. It remained to be seen to whether it would be her downfall or her blessing.
Leaning over, she added some pepper for the salamander as it was already established that the professor wouldn’t appreciate it if they turned their creature back in without a pulse. After she did that, she asked probably one of the most important questions that she would ask, “Is there anyone else that’s notable in the House or otherwise?” She really wanted to ask who all the proper, pureblood boys were, but this really wasn’t an option, especially if he were the type to think less of her for sounding slightly shallow.
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Veronica
I'm not sure which is worse.
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Edmond
December 15, 2009 3:28 PM
Might depend on the manner of death by Edmond
Edmond nodded, acknowledging a point, as Veronica pointed out range of choice. "But that's a specific incident," he said. "I've read that many of our peers have no concrete, achievable plans for their lives. If program requirements were tailored to each of us at age eleven, there would be those who changed later on and lacked the foundations for their new area of study."Of course," he admitted with a slightly rueful smile, "I must admit I was also thinking of my own situation. To do as my family intends for me to, I need at least a working knowledge of even more subjects than we have available at Sonora." If there was an afterlife, he was going to spend it irritated if he was murdered before he could use those subjects. He'd spent his entire life bent over a book, so his entire existence would have been a waste of resources if he got knifed in the back any time in the next four or five decades.
"That sounds wise," he said gravely as she declared that a majority of her pretty clothes would be kept for weekends. He really had no idea what the correct thing was to say in this situation. There was a difference between taking care to remain neat and clean, which was what he did, and being well-informed on the matter of women's clothing. It was as inappropriate a subject for him as Veronica said Creatures was for her. And no one planned on accidents; that was the part that made them, well, accidents. It was a very important matter of definitions and classifications.
The matter of other notable people required another moment of thought. "I suppose one would consider the prefects as, ah, people of note in the House," he said, though not with a lot of conviction. Edmond didn't know any of them, but a year of observation had indicated that none of them really lived up to the high image he had of their office. "All of them are...very quiet fellows. I might be Grayson's cousin by marriage, but I'm not sure." Morgaine had spoken about some cousin of a cousin who had something to do with Gwenhwyfar and an aunt who'd somehow managed to die twice; Mora wasn't much of a storyteller, and he thought that the details had gotten garbled in translation. "There are five sets of family trees to learn just in Father's family," he offered by way of explanation. "When you get to affiliates it becomes really impossible to memorize them all.
"Other people...Well, Cassie and Marissa are in my year and if I'm not head of it in a subject, one of them is." He had never actually compared grades, but that was the picture he had put together from observation. That Teppenpaw, Duell or something like that, might be in the running for the Transfiguration title, but speaking generally..."Odd thing, though - Marissa's in Crotalus. You might ask her about the appropriate dress codes for classes; Crotali tend to be the most knowledgeable about that sort of thing." The fact that she was almost certainly Muggleborn ruled her out as a wife option, but objectively speaking, Marissa was quite pretty. Veronica was also quite pretty, so Edmond thought that they would get along well. On the chance that Marissa would be a little miffed at having Aladren first years directed to her for wardrobe advice, though, he made a note not to jump all over the first flaw in her reasoning he found in discussion this year. He didn't take losing personally anyway; it just gave him an opportunity to see where he might be a tad weak and work to fix the problem.
"You'll find in general that Aladrens tend to be quiet - " the former Head Boy hadn't been, but then, that wasn't his job, and Gwenhwyfar's year of Aladrens seemed to have been a ragtag bunch of misfits, but they weren't here now; he'd only heard as much about them as he had because his sister and Geoff Layne had been rivals to the death and the crazy ex-Aladren captain, Anne Wright, was a relative - "and not to know many people outside our House, I'm afraid. Most of us are devoted to our work and academic rivalry."
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Might depend on the manner of death
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