MART-701 Lessons

It’s a bright new year at Hogwarts and, for some students, it’s their last year before heading out into the great unknown of the wizarding world. The halls are full of students bustling around and catching up with their peers while heading to class. It’s a normal sight to see&hell…

As students approached the Magical Art classroom, they could hear a faint whistling coming from inside. Upon walking in, not only were they greeted with the sight of Professor Rosenquist whistling while decorating the room with what seemed to be brooms, Quidditch balls, cauldrons, and the like, but…

It was a lovely day at Hogwarts. The sun was shining, the giant squid in the lake was hopefully happy, and the library was littered with students studying for their N.E.W.T.s. Some of those students stressfully flipping through texts looked relieved as the clock tolled, signaling the next hour, as …

It was only a few minutes before that day’s session of Magical Art was scheduled to begin. Although the majority of students were already seated in the classroom, a small group of friends were just then leaving the Kitchens and darting up the Grand Staircase as fast as they possibly could. Ri…

It was another week, another day at Hogwarts, where some of the more artistically inclined students met together in the fifth floor Magical Art classroom. Although it was a little bit before class, some of the early bird students filed into the classroom, only to be greeted with the sight of their …

"What do you call an owl that can speak to packages?” “Um, I’m not sure,” replied a confused Third Year Gryffindor who was staring at the overly excited gargoyle in front of him. “How could you not know? The answer’s right there. It’s a parcel tongue,&rdq…

It was another week as students filed into the Magical Art classroom. The classroom didn’t seem to have any sort of decoration coinciding with this week’s topic as it had all year. More noticeably, their professor was not here yet, though it was completely possible that she might have b…

It was a rather chilly day at Hogwarts. Students were huddled in their house-colored scarves as they rushed their way to class through the snow. There had been a sudden drop in temperature, and no one in the castle seemed to have predicted the wintery weather – aside from Peeves, but of cours…

It was a busy day in the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Though, to be fair, when is the end of the school year not busy? As a bell chime indicates the next hour, Seventh Years, ready for their last Magical Art lecture of the year, hear an ongoing conversation as they approach …