Class #2: G&S / 6&7

[Professor Cuthbert Binns]

INTRODUCTION

Group #1: Gryffindor Sixth and Seventh Years
Group #2: Slytherin Sixth and Seventh Years
Discussion: Goblin Revolution of 1852

Being a ghost can get pretty tiresome. You would think it would be great - having the chance to live forever, be able to continue seeing the world even after you died. But it really wasn't all that swell, and quite frankly Professor Binns was getting tired of teaching. Especially since it wasn't like he could retire. What would be his excuse? "He's getting too old"? He was a ghost for Merlin's sake, he couldn't use that excuse. Unfortunately. Although he was sure the students would throw some sort of celebration if he did just leave. But then what would he do? It wasn't like he could just float around the castle like Nearly Headless Nick and entertain people with his botched up beheading. So, really, the only thing he could do was teach. And even that he probably wasn't all that good, since he couldn't seem to keep his class awake long enough to teach them anything. He'd given up pretty much after the first few years of trying. And now he had to teach a bunch of Slytherins and Gryffindors. They were the worst, really, since they didn't really care much for the subject. At least they were sixth and seventh years since it meant at least some of them genuinely liked the subject and so actually tried to concentrate. The rest took it because they didn't know what else to take. How lovely, right? At least it meant the class was small. Sighing to himself, Binns floated into the classroom through his black board and surveyed the class, who already looked bored. Once again, it was hard to care. And so he jumped right into it.

[Noah Orchard]

If HOM leaves Noah Orchard with a bad taste in the mouth, why did he take this class? The answer is, well a bit complicated but the most simple way to put it is that memorizing dates and events in wizarding history was much easier to catch up on than years of botched potion making. His favorite classes, or the most endurable, were Herbology, DADA, and Charms. However, Noah didn't make it into DADA this year. Or last year. Apparently one was expected to improve over the term and show significant knowledge in defensive spells. Noah wasn't a defensive person, he really enjoyed being on the offensive, you copy? His last DADA grade was Poor, a nice step up from Troll but he was a failure of a student none of the less. With little options grade-wise and more class space to fill, Noah was able to snag a seat in the dreaded HOM class. Apparently, less than qualified students were allowed to attend considering all of the empty space. No one really wanted to take this class. Noah was going to try this year though, he'd made a committment. With his papers under his arm and a ready quill in the other hand, Noah casually strolled in and gave the ghostly Professor a head nod. "Hey teach, how's it going?" He grinned while chewing a piece of gum. Forcing himself not to take a seat in the back he placed himself in the happy middle. He couldn't get too carried away, the front was for nerds. Noah whistled a tune and popped open his book, running a hand through his ever perfect locks. The summer had given them a nice blonde highlight, so blonde he was hardly a brunette anymore. It would fade sadly, back to that drone brown that people insisted was also nice. Yeah whatev. Noah leaned back in his seat enough that he was on the back two chair legs, rocking forward and backward to his own set beat. Class hadn't started yet, it was still appropriate wasn't it? This stringbean needed somewhere to stretch his overgrown legs. Still, a sneering expression from Professor Binns was enough to make him smile sheepishly and return to all four chair legs. Touchy.

[Professor Cuthbert Binns]

POINT COUNT

TALLY	Gryffindor	Ravenclaw	Hufflepuff	Slytherin
Attendance	05	00	00	00
Earned	00	00	00	00
Total	05	00	00	00