This was the part of the class where she typically went quiet. Recollection wasn't her thing, she had a selective memory and it never took quite well to things of the historical kind. Not her fault, nothing she could do about it either. Sure she knew some but everyone she knew was being said and she didn't think the Professor would appreciate repetition--

Oh wait!

Wasn't there that one guy...um...slowly her hand rose while she tried getting it together in her head. Her grandparents had told her about him, poor chap, pity what happened to him. Now if only she could remember his name. "Um...there was that Professor, that DADA Professor who was possessed by the Dark Lord. He died after Lord Voldemort's soul left his body."

Real shame, if only they could have gotten him another body first, guy probably might have lived.

"....Professor...Quir...rell I think. Yeah, that was it. Professor Quirrell."