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[h3][center][color=9e0b0f]Victoria[/color] [color=1a7b30]Ashcroft[/color]/16/6th Year[/center][/h3]

[center]Another person that had made her list of people that she just could not stand to be in the same room as. Professor Vanessa. Something about the woman made her skin crawl. She went out of her way to make sure she was constantly in detention since that incident with the McNeilson boy. Now of course she had been the final person to arrive in the classroom, so she already knew that would be another week of having to be in this [b][i]creatures's[/i][/b] classroom until curfew.[/cemter]

[b][color=9e0b0f]”Of course, Professor.”[/color][/b] Her voice dripped with a vile hatred that seem to boil out of her throat. That voice was saved exclusively for her, and would earn her another week of detention. Not that it mattered, she knew that was going to be the case. Maybe she had been paid off by that little boy's pathetic family. She wouldn't put it past any of them. Though, something about the way that Vanessa seemed to watch her as closely as she had been.

Then the woman had gone and blown up her cauldron. The room had went deathly silent as the smoke cloud seemed to fly into her face. Victoria couldn't hold back her gleeful expression as her face contorted, before she couldn't suppress the giggle that was forming in the back of her throat. Placing her hand over the bottom half of her face, she had been so close to stifling the sound, but it had just been too funny to hear her scream in the way she had. All eyes seemed to fall on her as they were doing as instructed.

Of course she found herself without a partner, and she allowed the giggle fit to slowly boil down, but she knew she was going to be up the creek without a paddle now. With no partner, she was going to be graded harshly, and she knew it.[/center]

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[h3][center] [color=2e3192]Theodorus Woodward[/color]/17/7th Year[/center][/h3]
[center]The playful slap had brought an even bigger smile across his face. Morganna had that affect on him. She could bring him out of any sort of funk that he found himself in. She had a big heart, one that in his opinion was too good for this world. With everything that had been happening all around them, he was growing more worried by the day that something would happen to cause casualties, and his thought process had been proven correct with this very attack.

[b][color=2e3192]”It's troubling. It doesn't seem to make any rationale sense to attack right at this moment, unless this was a warning shot. It bothers me that there was no way to predict this sort of event, because it has no logical pattern to it. They wouldn't have done this without a cause, and it's something that I can't piece together with the information available to the public.”[/color][/b] His brow furrowed a bit as he was looking at from a different point of view than most. If they could predict these events, maybe they could put better guards around to save people from being harmed.

His eyes made eye contact with Morganna for the first time as he just shook his head. [b][color=2e3192]”Is it wrong to want some logic out of madmen and women? So we could figure it out and stop casualties? Look at the last war...."[/color][/b] His voice was a bit strained as he shook his head. The headmistress had praised Theo for a report about said war, one where he had wrote pages of theory on possible reason that Voldemort had become the way he was in the end. Rationally it had made no sense to him, and he hated to admit that. He felt the answer was out there, something that had caused some concern by the staff. [b][color=2e3192]”I feel if we could figure out a pattern, we could prevent a number of attacks.”[/color][/b] Sometimes Theo also forgot that he was a 17 year old in Hogwarts, an arrogance that Morganna seemed to know how to snap him out of from time to time.[/center]

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[h3][color=f26522][b]Professor[/b] Vicktor Spurling[/color]/41[/h3][/center]
[center]Pacing into his classroom, it didn't take long for the topic of the attack to be brought up. It was a good topic for his class at least, unlike other classes that would have to deal with these questions. Looking over at Chandler and Wendell, he shook his head sadly, clearing his throat to get the entire classes attention. Everyone seemed to be asking around the same questions in their little groups they had formed, but he was also an auror, something that he made no secret in hiding from the students in his class.

[b][color=f26522]”My thoughts, Mister McNeilson? We lost a lot of good witches and wizards from what I understand that had happened. Dark times seem to be around the corner. In my twenty-three years with the auror forces, I can tell you this. No attack like this isn't premeditated. This was not a random occurrence to show they still existed. No this is symbolizing something. So today, I plan to really hammer home the Shield Charm today. Most people can cast a decent shield spell, but if these events are anything to judge, decent is not going to cut it.” [/color][/b]Vicktor's face was stern as he walked to the front of the class.

[b][color=f26522]”Most adult wizards are not capable of producing more than an efficient shield. Most prefer to just deflect hexes and spells, but a shield charm can be far more practical, and allow you to go on the offense if you are able to produce one that is able to withstand multiple spells. Do take note that while this is a very useful spell, do not think of it as being unbreakable. Always stay vigilant.  In a fight for your life, always stay on the move. Do we have any volunteers to demonstrate? Two volunteers please? One try to cast [i]Protego[/i], and the other try to disarm them.”[/color][/b] The professor spoke as he gave the floor to whoever wanted to come up and demonstrate their ability.[/center]