Gisk

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Just trying to bump everyone, make sure you all see that we're moving again.

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Is everyone still in? I know I was gone for a while, I worked every day last week, and between that and school there wasn't any time to get on.

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What a Hufflepuff.

Legends of Crumbleport

Isabel cried out in surprise, and thrust her hand forward. The Bottle whirred as it discharged the prepared spell. A wave of force emanated from Isabel, blowing the crumbling bits of wood away from her at great speed. Isabel smiled and lifted her notebook to write again. K-field worked like charm. Disintegrated booby trap. Must prepare new one. She checked the ground for a loos bit of rock or a string that might have set the trap off, but found nothing. That meant, she reckoned, that it had been set off by some sort of magic. She lifted her gauntleted hand and started turning the dial on the back of it, trying to find traces of the magic for capture and study.

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Jax clapped Aeden affectionately on the cheek. "There's my man! I get it, though. He's scared. Scared of us older students, I 'spect. We learned Dark Arts from the Carrows when they were here." As he spoke, other students were gathering around. Their attitudes toward Clowers were varied, but most seemed disappointed at the very least. The last of the newcomers called the group a "council." "Well," Jax began with a roll of his eyes, "I'm well sorry, 'parently my chat with me cousin has interrupted this 'council.' Please forgive me, I did not mean to cause offense. "And by the bloody by, if I had to choose a 'Puff it'd be Dane over there not whoever you are." "Well if I'm a part of this," Dana spoke up, having followed Seleana over. "I just want to say, maybe you're jumping the gun a bit, Jax? It's been one class, maybe just wait a bit before complaining?"

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I do want to say: Clowers isn't going to be another Umbridge who shies away from practical lessons and teaches nothing but theory. He's just getting a theoretical base in before wand work.

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Clowers is a seasoned auror, he respects the Dark Arts he way you'd respect your enemy: appreciates them, but won't associate with them. The whole school is also very wary about the subject, because a good portion of students(Jackson among them) were actively taught the use of dark arts two years ago. I'll post IC tomorrow, I worked this morning and I'll be in class basically the rest of the day.

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Why are all the students under the impression that DADA is a practical combat class? Clowers is overly cautious about the Dark Arts material, but it's strange for First Years to assume that they'd learn to fight dark wizards in class one.

Legends of Crumbleport

Yeah, Primal. That could work. But she probably doesn't really know who Chak is. Someone at the University arranged it for her, and told her where to meet Chak. RBY, go ahead and so what you want as well. Probably we'll have a party of three pretty soon.

Legends of Crumbleport

To say that Isabel stood on the edge of the ruins would be inaccurate, because the ruins never ended. All of Crumbleport was an amalgamation of ruined, ancient structures, tumbledown but more recent buildings, and brand new construction. The "ruins" stretched from the coast, well into the jungle, and as Crumbleport shared no borders with other principalities, nobody had ever bothered to define exactly where it ended. And yet Isabel stood on the edge of something. Maybe it wasn't the edge of the ruins, and maybe it wasn't the border of Crumbleport, but it was some imaginary line. Some line that, it was understood, marked the barrier between safety and uncertainty. It looked no different from the rest of the town. There was no line, no sudden dropping or even a sudden increase in foliage. Nearest anyone could figure, the watchtower stretching out of the trees to her right(held up more by magic than by mortar these days) was the furthest one could walk without being prepared for danger. Isabel was as prepared for danger as she could be. She had practiced a few spells, and the Bottle on her back had just one prepared spell preserved inside of it. It was a kinetic field, which she could activate at a moment's notice, to protect her from attack, or a structural collapse or something like that. The rest of the Bottle's cells she left empty, to capture ancient magic for further study. She also carried a brand new leather bound notebook, held on a chain from her belt, to keep track of anything she needed to notate. Currently the only words in it were the day's date at the top of the first page. She wished she could bring a scribe student. When working at the University, there was an abundance of scribes in training who were perfectly willing to write down anything you said just to practice their calligraphy. But none were willing to go where she was going. Isabel took a final breath of safe air and then stepped forward, eyes scanning wildly around as she did so. When nothing happened, she took another step, and another. She smiled, pulled her notebook from her side and wrote: "Three steps in. Not dead yet." Then she continued walking.

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Dana laughed in return, but nervously. "Well maybe. You don't know him like I do. That's my brother, in case you didn't gather. Jackson. He's got something up his bum, but I don't know what."