Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Time of the Epilogue discussion

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Welcome, Professor Cottidianus

MMM knocked at the door. "Professor Cottidianus, sir?"

The professor moves tot eh door rather swiftly opening it just a tad enough to see his eyes from the other side..."Yes?"

"It's the headmaster, sir. He wants to see you."
MMM fumbled for his wand in a brief panic but relaxed.

Professor Cottidianus straightens and opens the door swiftly turning and locking it tight with a few incantations from his wand..."Very well...he is within his office I presume, no?"

MMM nodded. "Of course... sir."

He stepped back to allow the professor to lead the way. ((Hallway.))

Professor Cottidianus moves back to his room and begins to grade papers with T's

((T's?))

((Even the ones that deserve O's?))

((Come on, be fair with the students! (; ))

(In grades...T stands for something equivalent to F...one moment I shall make things clear....

Grading Standards of the Muggle World
Passing Grade
E-Exceptional=A-Awesome
G-Good Job=B-Better
I-Improve=C-Could Do Better
Failing Grades
N-Needs Work=D-Dumbfounded
U-Unacceptable=F-Failure

Grading Standards in the Wizarding World

Passing Grades
O - Outstanding
E - Exceeds Expectations
A - Acceptable
Failing Grades
P - Poor
D - Dreadful
T - Troll

Professor Cottidianus moves back to his room and begins to grade papers with T's...The Professor was in a rather ticked mood and was being rather careless in this report knowing than most of his students would try to debate many of his teachings.

((He isn't the nicest professor out there...))

((Hahaha, well then))

MMM rapped on the door once. It was all he needed.

MMM broke down the door, cast stupefy on the teacher, and found the book on Dementor-speech. The plan would have to be moved ahead for him to avoid a life sentence to Azkaban...

((What? He left?? :P))

*Nods*

(((I've spoken with him. He couldn't have left. He must have been deleted, because he said he has to have an invitation to come back and this group is public.... Did you delete him? Along with the other members? And without informing me? I am sorry, but until we have answers I am suspending your modship. I know it wasn't Percy, Whitney or I, because, well, PK is never on, and I am best friends with Whit, and obviously I wouo have known if I'd done it.... um, yup))

((I only deleted the people with less than ten posts. If he left the group and then came back, I might've gotten him if I wasn't paying attention, I suppose. Or maybe it was in random order instead of by amount of comments?))

((Well, he said he didn't leave, so maybe you accidentally did delete him. But now we've got to get him back. I'm working on that.))

((He was deleted. I just unblocked him. But you also deleted a few very good friends of mine that were planning on becoming more active on here, just weren't yet. And there are a few people that you deleted that I KNOW had more than 10 comments... Also, before you do something like that, you HAVE to talk with us in the mod topic. It isn't a free for all here. I am trying to think up a proper "mod suspension time"...))

((Someone else is the Muggle Studies teacher.))

I don't own this!! All rights came from original owner who said to repost so here it goes
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A poem about Child Abuse. Unknown Author. Revised by me.

My name is Chris ,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen..
I cannot see.

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made,
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my Mommy,
Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long.

When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.

When my Mom does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar

I hear him curse,
My name is called,
I press myself,
Against the wall.

I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says it's my fault,
He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to the door.

He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me,
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor,
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues,
With more bad words spoken.

“I'm sorry!” I scream,
But it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris ,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.

And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
And don't pass it on.

I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.

And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!


Child Abuse Is Cruel. Let's stop it!
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If you are reading this, pass it on. Copy and Paste it and make it YOUR story. Just five minutes. That's all it'll take. Maybe less. C'mon guys, let's do this.

And we will,
—Kyd

((Nikki, was it really necessary to spam every topic possible?))

((I would like to say I only did part of these. I promise I'll have a little "chat" with my sister))

((Okay haha, 'cause I swear if I see another one I may have to use Caps ;) I mean, the poem is kool, just not EVERYWHERE..... But yes, please talk with your sister ^_^))

((Anyways I don't think she got to every topic. She must of had a small window of opportunity.))

((Ya...))

((There is a Muggle Studies teacher. And it's someone else's character who's a lot meaner than you made the teacher.))