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bitterTASTE; a school for troubled students (post dh)
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Topic Started: Apr 10 2008, 08:31 PM (84 Views)
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Apr 10 2008, 08:31 PM
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Posted Image [size=1]Erebus Academy has long been a sanctuary for magical adolescents that cannot seem to stay on the right side of the law. Founded by Deverell Erebus centuries ago, Erebus Academy has been an alternative to Azkaban for the long length of its existence, enrolling students that other magical schools have rejected or expelled. Although it began as a relatively small school housing about three or four dozen students, the school's student population has grown steadily since its inception. The school's long-standing reputation for results also increased throughout the centuries, and when the school's current Headmaster abolished the school's somewhat...brutal corporal punishment tactics, Erebus Academy became all the more tempting to hundreds of parents worldwide. More and more adolescents were sent away from home; more and more troubled teenagers were shipped unceremoniously to Erebus's gates. Every student who comes to Erebus comes for a different reason, driven to deviance by different forces, but all the students who enter through its doors are troubled and misguided, often angry and destructive. For several lifetimes, Erebus has taken in the world's magical delinquents and given back respectful, well-trained magical youths.
But, lately, new problems have arisen within the magical community. Voldemort's second war left deep scars, ripping parents away from infants, taking older brothers and sisters from innocent children. A generation of gifted young wizards and witches are denying their magic, renouncing and refusing it. Some of these teenagers say that they have learned that their magic will do them no good. Magic didn't save their parents, didn't rescue their siblings. They refuse to have anything to do with a force that, as far as they can tell, leads only to war and never to peace. Other adolescents rebel against the Ministy's enforcement of training; if they don't want their magic, whose business is it, anyway? What right does the government have to force the issue? Whether for private reasons or political ones, these adolescents are rejecting their inborn talent, and they are paying dearly for it. After all, magic is many things, but it is not easily ignored.
The Ministry, of course, has a reason for its actions, even if the younger generation isn't too terribly impressed by it. The Ministry claims (and, in all honesty, rightly so) that these rebellious teenagers are a danger to themselves and to everyone around them. The children who attempt to suppress their magic often find it bursting out of them in random, uncontrollable fits. They pose an unwitting risk to everyone who comes in contact with them, and the Ministry has declared it illegal for any witch or wizard to go untrained. If the children resist, they are sent to Erebus, sponsored by the Ministry and unable to go on with their lives until they have successfully graduated. These children are taken from parents, stolen from the streets, and snatched from whatever hiding place they try to find. The magic they're resisting always gives them away, always bubbles up when they try their hardest to keep it down, and these teenagers, willing or unwilling, are sent to the only school capable of rehabilitating them.
And so a new group of students was drafted into the ranks of Erebus, forced to mingle among the magical delinquents that have always filled its halls. The two groups did not get along. Those that refuse their magic and those that abuse it clashed frequently and violently. There was no room for tolerance and acceptance when their ideals were so contradictory, so utterly antagonistic. They could not stand each other; they would not attempt to make peace. Those who abuse their magic saw the other group as an easy target; those who refuse their magic saw their rivals as everything that has ever been wrong with magic in the first place. Battle lines were drawn, territories marked out. Arguments turned to pranks, pranks turned to grudges, and these grudges erupted into fist fights that threatened to become all-out riots. The professors struggled to maintain some semblance of order, and the school’s Guards watched from the sidelines, alert and unforgiving, always ready to intervene should things spiral out of control. Somehow, the school lasted the first semester, but the students only grew more polarized, more fractioned as the weeks ticked slowly past. By the end of the semester, the unwritten social laws were downright oppressive. By the end of the semester, the students were worn-down and wary, eying each other sidelong and cynical, counting backwards in their heads to the inevitable eruption.
But it didn't come. The school held. The professors kept watch; the Guards kept control. There was no riot. There was no mass panic. The semester passed in snarls and secrets, pranks and punishments. It did not go quickly nor did it go peacefully, but in the end, the semester ended and those students who did not graduate were sent home for the two-week break that followed every semester. The professors and Guards took the time to recuperate and reorganize. If Erebus was to survive, it would have to adapt. New rules would have to be implemented; new measures crafted and put into place. The kids would object, as they always did, but there was more at stake than the children's fragile senses of what was just and fair. The Ministry had done a very, very stupid thing by sending these new kind of rebels to join the more traditional kind at Erebus. The old rebels were dangerous and destructive, a stick of dynamite waiting to explode. These new rebels were passionate and furious, a match waiting to ignite. Throwing the two together was more than idiotic; it was downright dangerous.
But Erebus has lasted for centuries, has outlasted previous riots and allegations of abuse. Erebus's staff is strong and capable and wise; it will hold. At whatever cost, it will hold. A new year is about to begin, and students are pouring in from across the globe. The staff are alert and determined, and the students are edgy and antagonistic. The school is filled with hate and tension, fear and spite. All the school's occupants can taste the tension in the air, and it lingers in their mouths, leaving a bitter taste. Erebus has stood for centuries, but despite all of the staff's efforts and interventions, the school may not last the year.[/size] Posted Image
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Apr 10 2008, 08:32 PM
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