text ϟ D367 (pre-quake)

[brainiest]

Hello, everyone; I hope you're all keeping safe after the rescue mission and everything that happened before that. If there's anything I can do to help anyone please let me know.

I was actually hoping to ask for a little help from everyone here. I'm planning on taking up the position of teaching the History of Magic once Professor Snape has the school up and running and the schedules working out, so I was wondering if there was anyone who'd like the history of their world taught during their classes. I've written up a rough guideline for the class as it stands, based on the history of my own world, but I think it would be even more fascinating with a greater world view.

If anyone has anything they want to add to the courses please let me know!

[ PRIVATE TO REMUS LUPIN ]

Remus, I'm not sure how comfortable you'd be with it, but... Would you, perhaps, be willing to help me with the werewolf culture course? I'd really like to open up a debate about how unfair the wizarding world is with regards to the treatment of werewolves and it wouldn't be right to teach the course without actually asking someone with experience.

[ / END PRIVATE ]

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[brainiest]

[ She's surprised, but whips out a notebook very quick. ]

Of course, go ahead, please!

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[subecho]

First, we came together as a people.

Then, the dark elves rose against Asgard. We fought and won.

Then, the frost giants rose against Asgard. We fought and won.

Then, great flying lizard-spawn rose against Asgard by way of Midgard. We fought and won.

Somewhere in the midst of such things, Loki rose against Asgard -

[subecho]

He bore a most terrible helm.

[subecho]

- we're still fighting.

[brainiest]

[ Hermione is scribbling down all these things rapidly and when he's done she looks up, nodding. ]

May I ask - how does this compare to the Asgard here? I mean, it's safe to assume that your world isn't the same as this one, even if some of it is similar?

[subecho]

...this is no Asgard. Put that in your chronicles first.

[brainiest]

[ ... Well. She makes note of that. ]

Could you explain?

[subecho]

The land, the people, the history are not the same. The name is stolen. The none of you understand it, but you will see it so.

Small matter. You cannot teach a history barely known to you.

[brainiest]

I can certainly try - I'm used to learning about things with very little information available. If not, I can at least try.

[subecho]

Noble. And foolish.

But we will remember 'noble.'

[brainiest]

I hope so. Would you like me to try and compare the things I've learned about this false-Asgard to your own?

[subecho]

I have the eyes and ears to know them.

[ And the prejudice, but that gives the bitter bite to the hasty dismissal. ]

You are the second who will not know show face. Is there reason?

[brainiest]

Then that's something we can do together, if you'd like.

[ She pauses, frowning. ]

You mean on my entry? No, no reason, I just thought it might be easier to explain what I was hoping to achieve.

[subecho]

Very well. As long as you too are not in hiding. You would be too many in the shadows - they get crowded.

[brainiest]

[ That makes her grin. ]

You're right there, at least. No, I have nothing to hide, I promise.

[subecho]

Are you not of an age where you should be taking your lessons, sooner than giving them?

[brainiest]

[ Well, technically... ]

I was about to go home and finish school before I was brought here, actually, but - I'll be a good teacher.

[subecho]

They've brought too many children: the admiral, you... the boy who knows nothing of calltraps...

[brainiest]

I'm not exactly a child. I'm of age - I'm twenty, actually.

[subecho]

Have you trained for battle for half of these twenty?

[brainiest]

No, but I've been fighting for my life since I was eleven years old. I fought in a war and I was tortured. Is that adult enough?

[subecho]

No. Being dragged into a war does not make it your purpose.

[brainiest]

But it certainly makes me an adult.

[subecho]

A mind and its manner make an adult. War is... merely war. To be born by some and fought by others.

[brainiest]

I'm sorry, but I won't allow you to demean the experiences I've had to face. War changes you, especially when you are forced to fight one when you're barely a teenager. It forced me to mature when I was supposed to be enjoying my childhood - I had to watch my friends die. That made me an adult. My intelligence make me an adult.