Sinead sailed into the room with wide and alert eyes, immediately swivelling to take in and examine her new DADA professor. He looked the part, she supposed, in a bit of a stereotypical way; old enough not to be naive, but young enough to be in fit fighting condition, not to mention the tattoos. Apparently he'd gone to Durmstrang. That won her respect more than anything; she wasn't entirely sure, but she thought teaching was stricter out there, especially when it came to Defence Against the Dark Arts. Either way, she'd find out soon enough. Most of her professors hadn't disappointed so far, and hopefully this lesson would be no exception. She was a bit wary of the unconventional classroom layout, but hopefully that just foretold of exciting magic to come. How did he expect her to take notes without a desk, though?
This alarming thought hovering in the back of her mind, Sinead moved from her post at the doorway, taking a step into the room and facing the professor squarely.
"Good morning, Professor," she said crisply. "I'm Sinead Dance. Pleased to meet you." With this, and a firm nod, she gingerly sat herself down on a cushion in the vicinity of a boy she recognised as another first-year Slytherin, even if she didn't yet know his name. It felt bizarre, but she folded her legs up neatly beneath her and sat straight-backed and unmoving, staring at Hirsch and waiting earnestly for the lesson to begin. Defence Against the Dark Arts was practically guaranteed to be interesting- why couldn't they get to business, already?
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