Cora swallowed hard. She did NOT like the Defense Against the Dark Arts one bit. Perhaps she wouldn't be too bad at it this year, but Cora was doubtful. Entering the classroom tentatively, Cora noticed she didn't recognize anyone yet. That would not make things any easier.
She noticed some students already sitting on mats, so she made her way over to one as well, shaking slightly. Defense Against the Dark Arts just seemed so...dark. And as Elliot said, Cora was already too nice. DADA was scary, and destined to be a tough class for Cora, who normally couldn't hurt a fly.
To top it all off, the room was decorated in such a sinister way. It was literally dark. And there were candles. And some creepy music which may have only been creepy because Cora was already scared.
Sitting down nervously, Cora prepared for the worst. She was terrified and this was ridiculous. She is a fourth year, for crying out loud! |