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Skylar had a love-hate relationship with Defense. On one hand, she had managed to excel beyond belief with her OWL examination, but she always seemed to struggle when it came to the dueling aspect of things. She was definitely far more great when it came to theoretical application and how it related to curses and cursebreaking; which was why she considered that as a plausible field for training. Hirsch was a decent professor too and unlike some of her other classes, he'd been there since her first year. Which meant she definitely trusted him and his lessons were usually enjoyable.
Although she did have to admit the irony when she entered the Defense class that morning because the gloominess of the classroom one hundred and ten percent matched her mood of the past few months. No Hirsch though? Somehow she doubted that, because even though he wasn't visible, she was nearly positive he was there even if he couldn't be seen. He liked to do that.
The seventeen year old cautiously observed each of the doors, only half listening to what some of her peers were saying. Wait. Was that ... names... Vivian Fairfield ... Felicity Harrington ... okay, so where was hers? Her heart skipped a beat at the next name. Apollo Kennedy. Okay, she was just going to keep walking.
Aha. Finally. Skylar Diggory. Now what that she'd found her door? Try to go through it .... or? Wait for Hirsch? Yes, the latter. Even though she was completely and irrevocably impatient, after seven years of Defense classes and well, Hogwarts classes in general, waiting for further instructions was prudent to success.
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