With the capture of Verandi Farley and several high-ranking Trossach members, the British wizarding world has finally caught a break. The rate of rogue werewolf attacks have started dropping at a steady rate and, hopefully, things will stay that way. The Ministry is starting to loosen some restrictions, like not arresting werewolves standing on the street for loitering, however there’s still an obvious power imbalance between wizardfolk and werewolves.
The Cotswolds pack are continuing to advocate for the rights of werewolves and petitioning to change the legislation that has been set in motion by the current Minister for Magic, whilst the remaining Trossachs members are trying to stay out of the spotlight and keep a low profile… for now.
Whilst the British wizarding world seems to have calmed down, the same cannot be said for over in Northern Europe where a rebellion of magical creatures has risen. The state of things has gotten so bad that the European Ministry has enacted protocols to protect those under eighteen whilst their adult witches and wizards fight to keep control of their countries.
Students from Durmstrang have been sent to Hogwarts to keep them safe and those not old enough to attend school have been sent to live with relatives or designated British Ministry officials outside of Europe for the time being.
Will the low rates of werewolf attacks in Britain continue? How long will Durmstrang students stay at Hogwarts? Will the creatures usurp the wizardfolk in Northern Europe? Only time will tell.
SEPTEMBER 2019 It's been a very long, eventful summer in the wizarding world. A baby was stolen, several high ranking Trossach members were imprisoned, and werewolf attacks have drastically dropped as a result. What will happen now school has returned?
MAY 2019 An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
As much as Sean loved history and teaching, today’s lesson wasn’t one he wanted to teach, but one he certainly had to. Not only because his students had exams to prepare for, no. There was a werewolf crisis, and it is always wise to know your enemy.
The classroom still donned its wooden cabin look, only now magic grapevines crawled down from the ceiling, livening up the place. The floor boards had turned to soft moss, inviting students to shed their shoes and relax.
Sean was, once again, leaning against his desk, clutching a book in hand. His outfit - a long linen robe tied at the waist with a simple piece of rope, his dark curly hair let all out. Once everyone had settled in their seats, he began to speak.
“Welcome. I’m Sean O’Keeffe and I am your new History of Magic professor. To begin, I hope you’ve all used the first term to at least begin reading your copy of “The Decline of Pagan Magic” by Bathilda Bagshot. If not — I strongly recommend you get on it, as all your lessons for the following two months will require it.” He lifted up the book, showing it to everyone before placing it down on the desk behind him.
“Today we will approach a topic that is, if not dear, then very near to all of you, whether you like it or not. Werewolves.” He cleared his throat and looked around the room, gauging the reactions of the teenagers sitting across from him. A few faces of anguish, a few frowns, and even a few indifferent faces.
“But that won’t be until later. Here, in Britain, the first known magic users were the Celtic druids. First written evidence of druid activity dates from around 2,400 years ago, but druids preferred oral tradition, so historians still argue about when druids…” he stopped, taking a moment to mull over his words. “Well, when they appeared? Yes, let us use that phrasing.”
“One of the things druids gave the following generations were wands made out of vine. Does anyone in this classroom have a wand made out of vine? Or do you know anyone with such a wand wood?”
Rebekah was glad to be able to resume her classes like before, she had stayed over winter break with her twin and they had spent the holidays together like they always did and even sat around a fire telling old stories from their childhood. It was full of laughs and some tears here and there. They had also talked about the future she was going to have now that she was in fact pregnant and going to most likely have her baby in Hogwarts. When she walked in she saw a few other students there along with the Professor. She waited for the class to begin and when the Professor announced how he was new and if anyone had vine wands, Rebekah didn't have a vine wand but her twin did. "My twin brother does, I don't" Rebekah simply said.
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Post by EMIL ZALEWSKI on Aug 29, 2019 6:10:36 GMT
Of course, Emil had been a little nervous to hear they were going to have another new History of Magic professor so soon, as it was his favorite subject and he didn't know if the professor would be any good. But as soon as he saw the very book he'd been reading over break on the list of required reading, he felt rather excited to go back to class. As he walked into class, he looked the calm picture of the Head Boy, but on the inside, he was practically bursting with thoughts about ancient magic. He sat in the front of the room, listening intently to the professor's questions.
His brows knitted together when O'Keeffe's words turned suddenly around to werewolves. What did they have to do with pagan magic? Sure, they existed back then, and there were plenty of stories about them, but Emil wanted to know about sacred trees and stones and stars, like he'd been reading about in the textbook. He wanted to know how to do magic like the druids. Still, the professor's enthusiasm was encouraging. They'd probably get around to all that--he said they'd be studying it for the next two months.
Then the conversation turned to something more familiar: wands. Emil didn't have a vine wand--his own was aspen, one which was supposed to be suited to duellists and revolutionaries, according to what he'd read. He wasn't sure that the symbolism suited him, but the wand always worked well for him. One of the girls in his house said that her twin had a vine wand, and he glanced around the room, trying to remember who that was. Although he didn't know any vine wands himself, he raised his hand, wanting to say something. "Aren't they most common in Britain, since that's where the tradition comes from?"
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Post by GRACE LONGBOTTOM on Sept 1, 2019 10:18:52 GMT
History of Magic was, believe it or not, actually one of Grace's favourite classes. Mostly because the pressure to perform actual magic was alleviated, but also because she enjoyed knowing about things that had happened in the wizarding world in the past. History had a way of repeating itself, and the current state of the wizarding community reflected that. Werewolves were once ostracized, then more accepted after the Second Wizarding War under Kingsley Shacklebolt's reign as Minister for Magic, and now they were being pushed out by society even more. The thought of it tugged at Grace's heartstrings, it really did.
Winding her way into the classroom, Grace sent a small smile towards the front at the new Professor. She'd heard Professor Avery had gone back to the Ministry, but this new Professor... she was sure he knew what he was doing, right? Somewhat sidetracked by studying this man, Grace completely miscalculated her next step, banging her hip into the sharp corner of a desk as a result and wincing. "Goodness gracious," she murmured, rubbing at the tender spot before sitting at a desk. That was definitely going to bruise, she could already tell.
As class commenced, Grace blinked at the mention of werewolves, wondering if perhaps... this was going to devolve like Defense Against the Dark Arts had earlier in the year. But thankfully, they moved on to... vine wood and druids? Grace wasn't entirely sure where this was going, nor was she well acquainted with anyone else's wand woods, and so she kept quiet for the time being.
Sitting at the back of the classroom with her knees primly crossed one over the other and a quill poised between her fingertips, Vinda was ready to take notes on whatever topic they were going to be exploring in History of Magic today. Hopefully it wouldn't have anything to do with filthy, disease-trodden creatures because they'd done that subject to death and if Vinda was the type to fall asleep during a lesson, she would. But she wasn't stupid, she knew that would only invite the vultures to circle in on her, launch an attack when she was 'vulnerable' and so she didn't risk it.
Unfortunately, it was revealed mere moments later that they were going to be studying werewolves and the side of Vinda's mouth curled up in disgust although only for a split second, her features soon going back to neutral. Though her classmates could likely guess that she had a disdain for werewolves, she wouldn't spell it out as plain as day on her face for them. She'd never publicly decreed werewolves, other creatures, or even mudbloods. She left those thoughts tucked away in her head because then when asked, she had plausible deniability. If Pierre ever got, Merlin forbid, caught then there wouldn't be enough evidence linking her as an accomplice to her brother's crimes.
Before they got started on the talk about werewolves, the subject zeroed in on one she was actually interested in and she raised her hand calmly when asked if anyone had a vine wand in the room. "I have a wand made of vine. They're not very common, but when I walked into the wand shop for the first time, sparks started flying where it sat on the shelf," she replied, a hint of pride floating into her voice towards the end. Her future wand had almost set the entire wall of wands on fire and it had set the bottom of her mother's hideous robes on alight too. She'd told Pierre afterwards with a voice full of both amusement and disdain that if it'd touched their mother's skin, she would have burst into flames thanks to the alcohol that had been coursing through her bloodstream for years.
Post by ARTHUR LONGBOTTOM on Sept 13, 2019 14:55:28 GMT
"Merlin's soggy y-fronts," Arthur exclaimed as he popped his head into the classroom. This was what magic was all about! Arthur jumped a few steps further into the classroom so other students could be blessed by the vision before he bent down to walk on his hands on the mossy floor. "No way, this - " he looked up and reached to run his hands through the hanging vines from the roof. "... wow," his mouth hadn't been shut for a good three minutes as his bright blue eyes finally fell upon the teacher at the front of the classroom. "Prof, did you forget laundry day?" he joked as he took in the weird brown get up no one should be seen dead in.
Arthur haphazardly made his way towards the middle-ish desk and passed prim and proper Miss Selwyn on the way. "Heya Vindalou," Arthur chirped merrily as he plonked heavily down to one side of her, sloppily pulling out his learning material and getting comfortable beside her. "Oh! Professor! Look I know someone with a vine wand here - " Arthur proudly pointed directly at Vinda, turning his most charming smile onto the sixth year. "Sounds like her wand has about the same temperament as she does amiright?" he asked his fellow classmates.
As it turned out, Vinda's pride was short lived as Arthur Longbottom took it upon himself to sit next to her and point out to the class that her wand was temperamental just like her. Immediately, annoyance coiled in Vinda's stomach because did he think he could just waltz in here and make a spectacle of her? Just because he had a famous family for all of the socially acceptable reasons and she had a family of known Death Eaters? Plastering on the sweetest smile in her possession, Vinda turned to address Arthur to his face because she wasn't a coward and she wanted him to look her in the eyes as she spoke next. "You know why else a vine wand chose me, Arthur? It's because I have a vision, I'm ambitious, and I defy everyone's expectations of me," she said, crossing her legs neatly under the table and accidentally stomping a bit too hard down on Arthur's foot in the process.
"Remind me what wand you have again? Oh, that's right. Dogwood. Now don't get me wrong, I know that dogwood wands can produce wonderful magic when paired with someone 'clever'..." Vinda's eyes scraped over Arthur, letting him know that she thought he was anything but. "But we both know that's not why it chose you. The reason it chose you is in the name. It's because you're dog, Longbottom - or maybe that's your sister. After all, I've heard all the rumours." Leaning towards Arthur's ear, Vinda's voice lowered as quietly as she could because her next words were for Arthur to hear only, "Apparently she's like a bitch in heat."
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Sept 14, 2019 15:01:30 GMT
Isobel hadn't expected anything particularly exciting in History of Magic, even if they did have a new professor again. She took the class because she needed to get a fair amount of N.E.W.T.s, not because she particularly loved it, though she had to admit it was alright as long as their professor was actually alive. At least they could make that improvement even if they couldn't get the previous professor to stick around.
She sat on one side of her roommate Vinda in the back of the classroom, trying to keep her shoes from getting too dirty in the moss on the ground. Yes, it was impressive what magic could do to decorate a room, but she wished Professor O'Keeffe had picked something a little more appropriate for indoors. Or at least put his plants in pots. He looked like he was wearing a robe pulled out of the dustbins of history as well, which added to Isobel's firm resolve that something needed to be done about wizarding fashion trends.
On the parchment in front of her, she wrote a quick note about vine wands, more interested in listening to the argument that was going on next to her. Muffling a snort as she heard Vinda's comments--she didn't want the other girl knowing that she did snort when she laughed--she turned her eyes to the pair. "Please, Arthur. As if dogwood wands are known for their temperament."
Post by KAYLIE ROUSSEAU on Sept 14, 2019 18:10:10 GMT
History of bullshit. Kaylie hated this class so much but it was by far the easiest. History was so easy she basically slept through it but honestly she wished it wasn't as boring as muggle history but it's like this history was even worse, The blonde was playing with a lock of her hair as she was seated slightly in the back, out of sight and cocked her head a little bit.
When the professor spoke about werewolves she scoffed. "For fuck's sake.." she grumbled and adjusted her position slightly. What was it with werewolves that people kept needing to discuss. At some point, there was nothing left to discuss. Kaylie rolled her eyes so hard it felt like she was able to look into the back of her skull before closing them.
It didn't take long for the bitching to start and Kaylie just scoffed. "Good god." she eyed Arthur Vinda for a moment before looking away again. That guy must have his brain somewhere up his arse. Kaylie took out her own wand, Hawthorn.. and shoved it back into her boot.
What does it even matter? This was pointless and Kaylie started to regret picking this class over another. Kaylie cleared her throat and hummed. "So what does it matter that they used vine or that Vinda likes to go doggy style with Longbottom?" she asked and cocked her head. "Plenty of us have different woods..."
The class had started well enough, if he didn't count yet another heckler who took a jab at his costume. A few people mentioned knowing someone with a vine wand, some present even had one themselves. Strong characters here. How many of you will waste your gift?
A tall young man, wearing Ravenclaw robes, asked the first question, to which Sean promptly responded with an encouraging smile. "Not quite, as druids were Celts, and as we know, they inhabited most of south and central Europe, alongside Britain. In addition, the first vine wands were made of grapevines. Now," he raised his right hand up, pointing a finger at the ceiling, "During the time of the druids, Britain was far warmer, and I suspect grapes weren't the most uncommon sight, so perhaps initially wandmakers began their tradition here, but you can find vine wands as far as the Alps, even the Balkans."
Then, a striking blonde announced that her vine wand had caused quite the spectacle when she had arrived to Ollivander's. There was an air of arrogance around her, which never went well when combined with such a fickle wand.
"Indeed?" Sean asked, turning his head, "And what would your name be?"
The previous heckler, a hyperactive blonde guy -- jeez, Sean needed to learn their names! -- hurried to introduce his classmate in a rather obnoxious manner. The girl didn't leave him hanging for an answer. The things Sean heard made his ears turn red, and his fists clenched.
An insult after insult spewed out of the girl's mouth, each packing more of a punch than the last one, until it climaxed with a whisper in the boy's ear, no doubt, of something even more unsavory. Two other girls chimed in, and the heckler looked like he was about to rip into one of the girls.
They were ruining his first lesson, and Sean wasn't going to let them get away with it. Frenzied, he grabbed his wand from the table behind him, turned to the students and exclaimed "SILENCIO!", casting the charm at all four involved. Then, for safety's sake, he cast a Full-body Bind on the first two.
He was furious. He walked over to their seats and looked at the four students, his green eyes widening, which, in combination with his wild mane of hair and bushy goatee made him look a tad bit wicked.
"This is preposterous," he began, his voice raucous, "absolutely childish, and frankly, disgusting."
"Vinda, yes? Right now you seem like the most pathetic waste of a vine wand I've ever had to encounter. A shallow husk of a human who's trying to cling to some sick sense of superiority by bringing others down. I should break your wand right now and here."
"And you," he turned to Arthur, pointing his wand into the boys chest, "It is due time you grew up. You're seventeen and the time for tomfoolery is over. I don't want to hear a single sound from you in my lessons, unless you are giving a serious answer to a question OR I ask you to talk. And learn to be polite."
"You!" Now it was time for the blonde who was trying to destroy Sean with her gaze. "First of all, you've got some manners to learn too. And second of all, if you hate being here so much, yes, I heard you curse earlier, I'd suggest you resign right now and go take Arithmancy."
There was the last offender -- a redhead. Sean took a few deep breaths, trying to keep himself steady. She'd only said one sentence, which didn't quite compare to the words of her two female classmates. After a few more deep breaths he waved his wand, untying her tongue.
"And you should think before you speak. You'll land yourself in a heap of trouble if you don't. Now, go sit at the far end of the class. All four of you, in fact. Each in your own corner, hurry up."
He stepped away, letting the four students pass. While they shuffled around, he charmed the class door shut, lest any one of them tries to escape.
But they couldn't. They were still bound by his charm. Damn it. Embarrassing.
He waved his wand, freeing the troublemakers from the magic and walked back to the front of the classroom, Accio'ing their wands as he walked down the steps. The four wands landed neatly in his opened hand and were set down on the front desk.
"I will discuss appropriate punishment with your heads of house after this lesson, but for now, each of you have cost your house 10 points."
"I apologize to everyone else for this disruption," Sean said to the rest of the classroom, taking yet another deep breath. "This was not in my plans. Let us attempt to get this back on track."
He clapped his hands together and rubbed them, preparing his speech.
"Druids were one of the first known people in the territory of Britain to practice any kind of advanced magic. They were the first pagan mages."
"I was planning to do a lecture about the connection of pagan magic and werewolves, but, and for this you can thank your dear classmates, I am in a foul mood. Instead, we shall skip all the theory that you'll have to catch up with yourself, and that's about thirty pages of the book I mentioned."
He walked around his desk and sat down, pulling a sand clock out of one of the drawers.
"You all have 30 minutes to think of a false belief that muggles have about werewolves - be it about causes of transformation, ways to kill them, or anything else - and, using your textbooks and your heads, come up with an explanation of said beliefs that has to do with pagan magic. I want a parchment roll from each and every one of you. And not a single sound. If you have any questions, you'll come over here quietly."
Aiden the Academic was unimpressed by the dazzling magic that changed their classroom from stone and ancient tapestries into ... a vineyard? Instead he'd placidly put his taken a seat equidistant from the pregnant sow , sickening snakes and annoying clown. The one good thing about taking NEWT level classes was that there was an abundance of seats to choose from and Aiden took his time to do just that before the teacher began his address.
Werewolves and vine wands? Aiden couldn't see the connection, though he was intrigued to find out. When asked whom in the class had a vine wand or knew someone that did, Aiden's eyes glanced up at the various students. For a moment, he was annoyed with himself for even caring that little to look but he was glad that he had as he watched the interaction between the class clown and most serious snake that had soured considerably towards the twins since Alana's vampirism was found out. The venom she unleashed onto the idiot Longbottom was commendable, though Aiden's attention was caught briefly by Kaylie talking about doggy-style. Honestly - was everything sex with her? Aiden resolved to have a word with his twin about her choice in [insert Aiden vomit here] lover.
Quick as a flash, the teacher decended upon the four teenagers like a dementor and Aiden's bright eyes widened to the size of saucers as he listened to the abuse that flowed so freely from his mouth. Professor O'Connor had once used the body binding curse on his sister, to which Aiden did not respond well to. It was clear by the way the two other students were frozen mid-argument that this was what they were in now. O'Connor had done so to stop Alana from making a feast of her fellow student. This... this was just some nasty bickering between two students.
"You're completely out of line, Professor. You do not know any of us and yet you so brazenly and completely assassinate the character of one of your students," Aiden's nostrils flared with his contained anger. "Longbottom's an idiot and Selwyn's got a tongue on her but she did not deserve such insults nor threats. If she does not report you, as a prefect I most certainly will," Aiden nodded his support towards Selwyn, though he did not expect the proud bitch to take it. In fact, Aiden stood up swiftly from his desk and packed away his materials to leave the classroom. He was beyond infuriated to find that he could not open the door. "Allow Selwyn and I to leave this instant, lest I blast this door to pieces," Aiden held his wand in his hand, pointed at the door. "We will complete your task but at a safe distance from you and will not return to your class until YOU learn your manners."
Not even ten seconds had passed when another idiot opened his mouth to yap about his rights. Sean didn't even bother to look up from the table, instead casting 'Sonorus' on himself.
"First of all, I do not care for getting to know such students as Selwyn, as she's already proven to be despicable." he said, his voice steady and calm, even though his knuckles were turning white as he clutched his wand.
"Second of all, you can report me all you want, it won't change a thing, so I'd suggest you don't waste your breath." This wasn't entirely true, as he expected to be called to talks with the school's authority figures, but, in his experience, the teacher was the lord of the manor and the higher-up's didn't give a fuck as long as you didn't murder anyone. All he had wanted was a civil lesson, and instead he got the nastiest bunch of snotty rich kids. It made him feel sick.
"You and Selwyn can get out of here. And not come back. I won't be taking attendance, but you will have to study for your exams on your own if you think me so dangerous. I'd like to see your exam results after your NEWTS."
Selwyn's wand glided through the air right back to her, and her tongue was untied, the door opened slowly, and when the two had left, it closed.
"If anyone else wants to leave permanently, here is your chance. Otherwise, I humbly request that you go back to work."
Post by ARTHUR LONGBOTTOM on Sept 15, 2019 16:10:53 GMT
When Vinda turned on Arthur, he should have known. It was like sticking your hand in a dark hole out of curiousity - nothing good ever came of it. Still, Arthur found that poking the bear was both exciting and after a good six years with the little blonde... it was fascinating. She was far more intelligent than him, and Merlin she was beautiful when she went for the kill strike. His grin was goofy AF as she asked him why the vine wand chose her, he gave her a very blank shake of the head, almost as if he were a deer and she was the headlights.
The boy let out a squeak as his foot became the accidental victim of the ruthless snake and he was gearing up to make a cheeky comment about why girls hurt boys when Vinda called him a dog. Arthur's features darkened a little, and he reached his hand over his heart as if he was mortally wounded but then Vinda honed in on his baby sister and Arthur's happy-go-lucky went out the window. His face contorted in anger and his hands balled into fists and almost raised to connect with Vinda's awful mouth when he couldn't move.
The teacher ripped into Vinda. Good. The things she said about his little sister.... if he could have nodded along he would have. Then the anger of the teacher turned to him and Arthur turned on his very well-practised version of Puss In Boots from Shrek eyes on. The tip of the wand dug into his chest and Arthur wanted to instinctively move away from it but of course, he could not. He was ordered to grow up... like that would ever happen. The tongue lashing was nothing he hadn't heard before and no doubt he'd hear it again in the morning with a howler from his mother... nothing new.
Arthur mentally nodded his acqueiscence to the instructions and shuffled into his corner like a five year old once he was allowed to. He leant against the wall with a pout that would make Kendal Jenner jealous and watched as more drama unfolded. Aiden Valentino. Of course he would come to the rescue of the mean little witch. His sister was the meanest of them all, so of course his views on what Vinda had said and done were skewed. He made a face at the pair as they left the classroom and dared not meet Grace's eyes. Oh, Arthur knew he'd be in trouble... but he was just grateful that Gracie would not have heard what Vinda had said about her.
Post by KAYLIE ROUSSEAU on Sept 15, 2019 17:47:12 GMT
So this professor was even worse than she thought, for a second even Kaylie started to believe that professor Tyrell had a heart compared to this... thing. Kaylie knew that her comment wasn't gonna fly but fuck did she think he was going to lose his goddamn mind because he was a pathetic piece of shit they buried out of a ditch and brought here to teach? no. Did she think he'd use spells on students? Fuck no.
First he scoffed at the others before he managed to get to her. She though however had a smirk on her face, did she care that he tied her tongue? no. She used her hands many times before and as he bitched her out like the little boy he was, Kaylie just got up and hissed when her wand got taken out of her boot. He told her to sit in a corner like some dog? What the actual fuck was he thinking?
Kaylie rose her middle finger and winked before heading for Aiden who demanded to be let out of this hellhole. She sure as hell wasn't going to stay and if he made her, oh she was going to raise hell alright. She wasn't even waiting for him to untie her tongue and as he spoke all she did was raise her middle finger again and left the classroom.
Childish. Disgusting. Pathetic waste. Shallow husk. Each vile word that left the older man's mouth pricked her like a thorn from a rose and even if Vinda had the power of speech left, she wouldn't have spoke, nor would she have moved. Instead, she would have been left doing exactly what she was now which was trying her best to hold her composure as this man humiliated her in front of the class. She didn't flinch, she didn't cry, instead she stared at him straight in the eyes as he spoke because she was determined to let him know that even though she was hurting inside, he wasn't going to outwardly break her in front of her peers because she was not weak. She was strong enough to hold her emotions back until she got behind closed doors, but obviously he wasn't. He had no grip on his temper, and that? That was pathetic, and childish. Letting teenagers like her and Arthur get so under his skin when they weren't even talking to him was the most miserable thing she'd seen in a long time, and the fact he needed spells and threats and insults to control them? That was even worse. Any respect Vinda may have had for him had flown out the window.
As the 'Professor' addressed Arthur, the anger bubbling inside of Vinda only grew because whilst the Professor had aimed at the jugular for her, his insults towards Arthur were watered down. She barely had to wonder why because she knew. Arthur was seen as a funny clown to the rest of the room, but she was seen as a cold stone bitch because she had enough nerve to stand up for herself and sink her claws into those who dared to cross her. People didn't like that, they didn't like that she refused to plaster on a smile and joke around, that she would protect her reputation at all costs. They expected somebody that looked like her to bat her eyelashes, to be subservient, to cower but that was and never had been her. She was not her mother.
The next thing she knew, she was being ordered to go stand in the corner and quite frankly, if this man thought she was going to obey him like some dog, like Arthur fucking Longbottom was, then he was wrong. He could remove her from her seat by force, if he was going to lock them in the room. He was welcome to do so, and then face repercussions of his actions. As the body-binding spell was lifted, Vinda's jaw raised in his direction because controlling her? The only person in the entire world who had control over her was her grand-mère, and he didn't hold a candle to her.
Before she could figure out a way to inform him of that, Aiden Valentino, somebody she had once considered to be her friend before his sister was revealed to be one of those disgusting creatures was coming to her rescue. She couldn't speak, couldn't verbally defend herself, and she was grateful that at least one person in the class tolerated her enough to do so. He'd always had a mouth on him, a tongue sharp enough to rival her own, and she had respected him at one point... perhaps that respect was beginning to return. Standing up, Vinda kept her gaze on the O'Keeffe the entire time, the jab of despicable hitting her once more, and moved to stand beside Aiden before she left, head held high because she didn't need this class to complete her NEWTs, she was taking more than the required amount, and even if she did need it, what could he possibly teach her that she couldn't learn in a book? After all, his only specialty was regurgitating what had transpired in the past.
With that, Vinda left the classroom, and it was only once the door had slammed shut that she finally allowed a tiny crack of how much he'd actually broken her shine through, the most minute sob leaving her lips, fingers flying up too late to catch it. But then the reality of Rousseau and Valentino being there hit her, and she knew she wasn't in the clear yet. She couldn't let them see any more, she couldn't let them watch her being vulnerable because they could and likely would use any moment of weakness against her. "Thank you," is the only thing she said, loud and clear, before she turned away, rounded the corridor and headed straight towards the dungeons.
