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**Julian Scrimgeour** · 09-23-2018, 04:10 AM

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Originally Posted by Ginevra

Daisy made her way to the Clock Tower Entrance, ensuring she was adhering to the rules that were stipulated by the Headmaster/DADA Professor. When she reached the destination, Daisy stood up straight with a quick, polite nod to Headmaster Scrimgeour. She would normally speak her greeting to her Professors but she really was unsure if she could due to the 'speak only when spoken to" rule. In Daisy's mind, the Headmaster had a somewhat erinaceous attitude so she was of a nervous disposition these days.

Those piercing eyes first fell upon the Hufflepuff Prefect, the one that wasn't entitled and knew her place. Though the man did not move a muscle, Swann's quick nod and silence was noted. Scrimgeour grunted back at her in acknowledgement, a small puff of air leaving his nostrils.

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

It was too cold to be outside wearing their uniforms, rather than warm clothes, and really, what were perfectly good classrooms for... if not for being the location where classes happened?

Still, Chloe was willing to give the Headmaster the benefit of the doubt as she took up a silent position near the Headmaster. No greeting, since they were meant to wait to speak until spoken to. Although the chattering of her teeth meant that silence wasn't really possible at the moment. She DID wave her fingers at him and mouth a very cheery HELLLLOOOOO, but at least she was quiet.

Kettleburn was the next to come into his hawk-like gaze. The man watched the Ravenclaw very carefully, half expecting her to have some snide remark to make about his position at the school and wrongfully assume their former headmistress would return. But she was silent, which pleased the headmaster.

His eyes, though, did narrow when she mouthed out 'hello' to him. So she had found a loophole, hmm? "Unnecessary, Kettleburn. Drop and give me twenty."

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Originally Posted by Angel of Music

Natasha made her way to the Clock Tower Entrance and silently fell in line with her fellow classmates. She gave the Headmaster a polite smile, shivering too much to attempt a further greeting.

The small Ravenclaw followed. His narrow eyes from before returned to normal as he watched Destler take her spot in silence. He was tempted to say something about the shivering, however. But the man remained stoic as ever. The girl would have no choice but to get used to the chill in the air, just like the rest of them.

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Originally Posted by sarahlooo

Natalie was neither confirming nor denying whether or not she was looking forward to this class. If she confirmed that she was not looking forward to this class, then it would show in her appearance and she would likely get in trouble for not participating well enough. And she wasn't going to do that. She was sure that SOME students were going to either skip class or act brashly IN class just to get in trouble and defy authority, but she was in class to LEARN and earn points and be a GOOD student.

Also, she was scared of detention, so... there was that.

It was cold and the sun was going down and this was the time that Natalie liked to read by the fire and let her food digest and maybe take a nap, but today it was class time. Outside. Where it was cold. And snowing. On top of her clean, crisp uniform, Natalie wore her cloak, a house scarf and gloves, and a hat on her head. She got cold easily.

She walked down to where class was being held, simply nodded politely at the Headmaster and took her spot, or where she thought her spot might be and stood there, hands tucked into her pockets, waiting for the class to begin.

When the sixth year Slytherin arrived, Scrimgeour was quick in observing the girl's attire. He could tell that she was wearing her uniform, but she had also arrived in a cloak, scarf, gloves, and a hat. Mentally he was torn between thinking that McKinley was weak for not being able to handle the biting cold or appreciative of the girl's proactive thinking. The old man decided to not say anything to her and allowed his eyes to look elsewhere.

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Originally Posted by Optimist.Prime

To say that Anabeth Greyvson was excited about Defense Against the Dark Arts was…well, a blatant lie. Sure, if Professor Hisrch were still there she would have been. Alas, it was Headmaster Scrimgeour. Sir PricklyPants as she so deemed to refer to him in her thoughts…and well, in her stubborn bravery moment of the day she had brought something with her.

Maybe it would make Headmaster Scrimgeour think she was a decent person and not the little rebel she truly was under everything. Her uniform was pristine of course and the small Tupperware box in her hand sort of shook as she nervously walked into the room and RIGHT up to ~~Professor~~ Headmaster Scrimgeour’s desk.

”hello Professor,” the blonde smiled as she extended her hand and the Tupperware toward him. ”I wasn’t um…able to get this until this morning and saved you a slice…its birthday cake sent from my Dutch Oma…its Licorice flavored” she smiled as she gingerly placed the container on his desk and skulked back to hers where she tucked her books before standing there like a statue. Really Dizzy and Runa would have been proud, she’d made it. Dutch Drop cake. It probably tasted like a burning salt lick of death…but obviously, she was in a sharing mood. It was Scrimgeour after all – he deserved a mouth full of brimstone.

Greyvson's appearance earned his approval from the start ... until he noticed that with her was a clear container in her hands. There were only two places the man believed food should be: in the Great Hall during scheduled meals and the kitchen below where the meals were made. Plus he would never accept food from a student.

The man's eyes narrowed as the girl approached him, having the audacity to speak before she was spoken to or even permitted to speak. No words came out of his mouth. He simply let her speak and hand over the cake, digging herself into a hole. Where she was placing the container, he did not know. They were not in the traditional classroom setting, so there was no desk. The container fell to the floor of the tower, which was rather ironic given the cake's name.

"You are to speak when you are spoken to, Greyvson," the man scolded, taking out his wand. He pointed it at the cake and, just before Vanishing it, added, "Food also has no place here. Twenty points will be taken from Slytherin, and you have thirty push-ups to do and en extra lap to run in the morning."

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Originally Posted by cindajean

Bettie made her way to the clock tower. When she got there she found Headmaster Scrimgeour standing at the entrance. Seeing him ther brought the rule "do not speak unless you are spoken to" to he mind. Should she greet him or not. The last time she dealt with this rule she got in trouble for not greeting but that may not apply here. All else fells ask she thought. "Headmaster Scrimgeour I have a question about your rule do not speak unless you are spoken to. Does that apply to greeting you?

The first year Slytherin seemed to decide to follow the steps of her older housemate, though thankfully no more food was brought to class. The man looked down at Blackwell, rather disappointed that she was asking this question when his rules were very clear and they had been attending his classes for two months now.

"Correct, Blackwell. Five points will be taken from Slytherin for not remembering and following that simple rule. Drop and give me twenty now, or run an additional lap in the morning."

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Originally Posted by lazykitty

Like every other sane person in this school, Archer was in no way looking forward to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Even less when she saw the clouds building out of the window of the dorm. But, of course the Headmaster wouldn't change class location just because of the weather. He would probably claim that the cold built character or something. But, here she was anyway, uniform all nice and tidy as stated in the rules, all supplies tucked in her backpack, shoes recently shined, hair pulled back in a neat bun, face absent of all make-up and tie perfectly straight. Honestly, the whole get-up was reminiscent of a muggle ROTC uniform, except her tie was yellow and black striped instead of navy blue (she'd switched her skirt for pants, thanks to the cold). The only other exception to that was the trench coat, gloves and scarf she was wearing. From the front, it might look like she was falling into line with the new regime. But, if one took even a quick glance at the back of her coat, one would see the giant phoenix emblazoned there in what seemed to be bluebell flames (they weren't, just looked like them, thanks to a charm she had learned at Illvermorny).

" Sir, Headmaster, sir," she greeted with a proper military salute. Otherwise, she was silent, standing with her back straight, arms crossed behind her back and staring straight forward. Was she trying to make a point? Yes, she was.

The fifth year Hufflepuff's appearance was approved at a quick glance. Scrimgeour was again torn between the additional attire, but said nothing of it. He also didn't see the back of the coat ... yet. The man had nothing to say to Cairissian, until she decided to give him a military salute, which he didn't mind at all, and opened her mouth.

What was so difficult about being seen and not heard?

"Speak only when you are spoken to," he firmly stated. "Five points will be taken from Hufflepuff. You also have the choice of doing twenty push-ups now or running an extra lap tomorrow."

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Originally Posted by Jessiqua

Hanna approached the small group at the Clock Tower entrance, and felt her core muscles engaging as she saw the Headmaster. He always scared her. She figured the contracting of her muscles around vital organs was her intuition's way of protecting her.

The man always made her feel uncomfortable, too. Rocking up, not being allowed to speak unless spoken TO. It wasn't right. She was surprised he hadn't taught them some sort of military stance, but she certainly wasn't going to suggest it.

So, she stood, waiting for the lesson to start. Feeling colder as the time went on. And colder. So cold, she was sure her lips were blue.

Newton received a lingering glance. Scrimgeour was analyzing her stature, which was coming off in an uncomfortable manner. But, like some of the other students before her, no words were said. With a blink, his eyes shifted to a different student.

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

The weather only seemed to be mirroring the mood at the castle, even though it hadn’t broken Stasya’s spirit any more than it had been since the beginning of term. Acting like she wasn’t letting the stress get to her was getting harder, but she wasn’t going to let anyone break her. It was her secret promise to Professor Hirsch, especially now that her near-daily letters to him had been forcibly stopped due to the owl monitoring rule. After an earlier discussion with Koen, however, she’d just resorted to writing her thoughts down on a charmed parchment to be used during the holiday break to contact the former professor, aka her (pretend) Uncle Roderik. DADA lessons weren’t the same without him presiding over them, but she’d survive. Preferably, she’d survive without having to sacrifice herself, because that promise still stood too.

Either way, she’d made the decision to utilize a few well-cast heating charms on her clothing as she’d gotten ready for the after-supper lesson, making sure every inch of her uniform was spotless. Which had been harder when it had been easier to spend time in the barns between lessons, but disappointingly was a lot simpler when she felt basically trapped inside the castle aside from when she could get Professor Wayland to chaperone her.

Therefore, she was at least a fraction more comfortable as she’d walked out to the clocktower entrance, if not quite as warm as she’d have been if she could wear anything other than her uniform. She was comfortable enough that the polite smile she’d reserved for the headmaster and his minions came easily to her face as she stopped near where Chloe was standing. “Good evening Headmaster,” she said simply and oh-so-politely, even as she secretly wished she could surreptitiously cast a heating charm in the direction of her Ravenclaw friend, or to hug her and hope her own heating charms transferred somehow.

She didn’t risk it, though. Part of her honestly was a bit nervous about even moving at all until it was requested. Gryffindor was still surprisingly doing okay in the house point department, and she didn’t think it was worth hurting their position, no matter how much she’d wanted to. And she really wanted to. A hug would be nice right about now.

The female Gryffindor Prefect got a look over from the man. Her uniform was in good condition and she appeared warm. But the smile was something else. As expected, the man didn't give her one in return. He did, however, have something to say to her. The greeting was unnecessary. He did not need to be wished a good evening.

"You are to remain silent unless you are spoken to or asked to speak, Dalgaard-Volkova. I will be taking five points from Gryffindor for your lack of remembering that expectation of mine. Twenty push-ups are to be done this instant, unless you would rather have an additional lap to run in the morning."

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Originally Posted by hermionesclone

So, uh, it was COLD.

Living in North England, he was used to this kind of weather but that didn’t mean that he LIKED it. In fact, he didn’t, and it was mostly because of the S.O.R.E exercises they had to do in the morning. It was starting to get harder and harder to get out of his bed and the cold made him feel even worse. No one wanted to exercise in the cold, did they?

You know, maybe risking the boils wasn’t such a bad idea.

With all of this in mind, Lucas made his way to their lesson, which was taking place……. near the Clock Tower? Uh…... Yeah, he was confused. What any of this had to do with Defence Against the Dark Arts, he didn’t know. The only thing he could think of was defending himself against CLOCKS but that sounded so dumb that even he smiled to himself.

He was funny. Secretly. To himself.

But that smile soon disappeared when he saw the Headmaster. The man was already taking the fun away from this place, he might even make it illegal to be happy, soon enough. "Hello, Headmaster sir," he said quietly, approaching an empty spot to stand in.

Scrimgeour felt the same about the first year Gryffindor who decided that greeting him was a necessity. It wasn’t at all. "You can join your Prefect, Dakest. Drop and give me twenty, or run an extra lap tomorrow. The choice is yours. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor."

He wanted silence and attentiveness.

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Originally Posted by Daemon

If someone had told Sylvie in August, when she was slaving over her OWL resits, that Hirsch was gonna poof and they'd get Scrimmy here as their new DADA professor, Sylvie would definitely have chosen to stick with her fail grade. But she'd already decided she was taking this class, so she was going to be as sad and miserable as the rest of them were whenever DADA came up in the timetable.

Rubbing her hands together to heat them up, Sylvie shivered as she looked around at the people present. No greeting or anything for Scrimmy, since the no speaking unless spoken to thing was still a thing and she didn't much fancy a detention. Sweeping strained eyes over the little crowd, she spotted Natalie from her year and made a beeline for her.

So far so good, ~~no Zoryn in sight~~ she'd just wait for the rest of her friends to show up.

Fortunately the next Gryffindor gave him that. The old man had no words to say, though he did notice the hand rubbing. Scrimgeour couldn't help but think about the lack of endurance some of them had. The real world was going to be a cruel, cruel place if they couldn’t power through a little cold bite from Mother Nature. There were worse things out there.

They would learn that soon enough.

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Cold. Cold cold cold. COLD. It was TOO COLD.

Was that SNOW?

If there was anything that was likely to put Abra in a foul mood it was cold, and it was snow. In addition to that, now he had to attend a lesson with the Headmaster, which always multiplied his anxiety about a millionfold. Bad mood and wrecked nerves combined meant that this lesson was sure to be far from a pleasant experience.

Holding his robes tightly around him - they were equipped with warming charms, but Abra didn't dare add a jacket, scarf, or even gloves - Abra arrived at the clock tower, his teeth chattering and his face stinging in the cold as he claimed a space among the rest of the gathered students.

"Good evening, Headmaster Scrimgeour," he greeted the man himself. Abra's voice was wary but polite, and shook ever so slightly - though whether from the teeth-chattering or from anxiety, it was hard to tell.

The sight of the male Gryffindor Prefect, honestly, disappointed Scrimgeour. The holding of the robes and the chattering teeth was a sign of weakness. Was the boy cold? He was in luck because the option of push-ups was in the forecast for the overly polite, yet anxious, sixth year.

"Twenty push-ups or run an extra lap in the morning, Botros. You should know by now that you are to stay silent until permitted to speak in this class," the man responded. "Gryffindor will be losing another five points as well."

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Originally Posted by Kolyander

Rylee was here. And for only two simple reasons at that. The first and utmost important being, she didn't want to disappointment Hirsch if she didn't attend these lessons. She had worked far to long and hard last term taking extra training sessions with him to get where she was now.

The second reason being she liked the subject. It was that simple.

Whether or not she would get herself into trouble if she didn't attend the lesson never really occurred to her. Whatever the reason, Rylee was here, at the clock tower entrance out in the cold. "Good evening, Headmaster," the third year greeted lightly standing as still as possible in her spot. Which if anyone that knew her, knew this wasn't an easy task. She clasped her hands together in front of herself to keep from fidgeting about.

"And another five points from Gryffindor," the headmaster quickly added upon the female Prichard's arrival. "I did not give you permission to speak. Do twenty push-ups, or add an additional lap to your required S.O.R.E. tomorrow morning."

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Originally Posted by siriusblackliveson

The cold in the air gave Patrick a chill as he stepped closer to his favorite place to hide out and read, although with these rigorous schedules that the headmaster required he no longer spent as much time relaxing. He took to doing that in the dormitory or the common room where no one would see him and expect great things.

With his shoulder drawn back and standing at his full 5 foot 11 inches height he joined his classmates. He noticed many were silent but his eyes tracked Anabeth offering something. Oh Merlin she was offering cake the headmaster gated things like nonsense and he thought that was nonsense. Although, he supposed of there was any way to get under his skin it was likely to be cake.

Rather than say anything and dig a hole Patrick turned his attention back to the headmaster, “good evening headmaster Scrimgeour” with a curt nod he folded his hands together and waited for class hopeful he wouldn’t die tonight.

Like with the others, the man was ready to strike back with a consequence. Scrimgeour made a mental note to make the stand-quiety-until-class-begins-out-of-respect-for-your-professor rule of his universal. Clearly the children couldn't remember when such a simple rule needed to be followed. Not to mention the man thought the greetings were a waste of time.

"Twenty push-ups or an extra lap in the morning, Dooley?" Scrimgeour offered. He then added, "Five points from Slytherin. You are to remain silent until given permission to speak."

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Originally Posted by Tegz

The only good thing about the Hogwarts uniform, in Bel's opinion, was that they were made to withstand the cold Scotland climate... to a point. She was in every possible layer today, with woollen school tights under her skirt, her school cloak over her robes (which in turn were fastened over a wool jersey), and a Hufflepuff scarf to finish it off. But the Australian girl was still cold, to the point where she honestly wouldn't mind having to take a bit of a jog around to warm up. She was tempted to put her hand up and ask if she could do exactly that but she was conscious that their new headmaster didn't like disruptions and.... Bel wasn't sure if it would count as one or not. Even jogging on the spot might be too much of a disruption for all she knew.

Bel looked around the clock tower entrance area and found a spot to stand and wait. "Good evening, sir." Bel greeted, and then shivered slightly. Hopefully they would be doing something that would warm her up. Just as an automatic gesture, Bel checked her wand pocket to make sure her wand was there and then she relaxed as much as the chill in the air allowed. Brrrr.

Scrimgeour noted that Macindoe was dressed as if a never-ending winter had arrived, which, for all he knew, it just might have. Not that the man cared. The cold was bound to build character. What didn't kill them would only make them stronger, in theory. Or there was the other outcome.

His thoughts wavered when the Hufflepuff decided to speak to him. Without batting an eye, he repeated himself almost like clockwork. "You've earned yourself twenty push-ups or an extra lap in the morning, Macindoe" Scrimgeour offered. He then added, "You were not given permission to speak. Five points from Hufflepuff."

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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi

Defence Against the Dark Arts had got to be his worst subject at Hogwarts. Even when Professor Hirsch taught it he was, not terrible at it but certainly not great either. And his nerves had only ten folded when the new Headmaster had been teaching it.

But that did not stop him from coming to the class and today was no exception. He straightened his Ravenclaw tie before he placed his hands in his robe pockets to keep them warm as he entered the clock tower.

He looked around first for any indication what they were going to do today when his eyes landed on Anabeth offering the Headmaster a slice of cake. With a small frown, Dorian wondered if she was going to whine if ...no...when her points were getting taken. Resisting the urge to shake his head, the fourth year took his hands out of his pockets and turned to face the Headmaster.

"Good evening, Headmaster Scrimgeour" he greeted, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. He was scary just standing there TT

"Same to you, Katharos," Scrimgeour continued, wasting no time to hand out yet another punishment for the breaking of the simplest of rules the man had expected them all to follow. "Five points from Ravenclaw, and you decide if you want to do twenty push-ups now or run an additional lap in the morning for your lack of waiting for permission to speak."

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

In all honesty, Derf sometimes felt like he was the only one who appreciated - for the most part - the no nonsense approach that Headmaster Scrimgeour brought to the subject. Though...the pressure to get it right the first time was something he did not appreciate, nor was it one that the Hufflepuff had ever been able to deliver on when they had been taught something new. The combination of his favor of the theoretical over practical execution when it came to spell work and his fwooper core alone were enough to enable failure, add in anxiety which then lead to performance issues with his wand and...well...a couple of premature sparks shooting out the tip and singing his parchment was a more optimistic outcome of events.

His nose still red and cheeks lightly burned in thanks to the cold wind from this morning's S.O.R.E, Derf had taken a few precautions to his robes when he had seen where class was being held. Precautions in the form of some gentle heating charms so he at least wouldn't be shivering in his shoes and chattering his teeth like some of his classmates.

"Good evening, Headmaster Scrimgeour," the Hufflepuff greeted dutifully with a polite nod before finding himself somewhere to stand over by Abey for the time being. He simply offered the Gryffindor a small, almost boyish, shrug in greeting as he slid his hands into his pockets for warmth.

His eyes did not blink when the male Hufflepuff Prefect came into view. The man was half-tempted to narrow his eyes at Ashburry-Hawthorne, but he resisted and just allowed his eyes to trail after the boy. After everything that had gone on earlier with said boy at the beginning of the term, Scrimgeour couldn't help but wonder what sort of defiance he was going to have to deal with today.

But it didn't take long for a line to be crossed, whether it was intentional or not. His classroom rules were very clear.

"Five points from Hufflepuff, Ashburry-Hawthorne, for speaking without permission," the headmaster stated. "You can do twenty push-ups now, or run an additional lap for tomorrow's S.O.R.E."

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Originally Posted by 2111jen

Skyler did not like this year at all. Not at all. Even lax Muggle studdies couldn't make her feel happy. She understood the rules, of course she did, but at the same time. She looked to the head master as she walked in.
"Hello headmaster," she said.
She moved her fingers a bit as she tried to warm them up standing in a spot not saying anything. When they were warm, she put them at her side and kept silent. Standing still and silent. She couldn't possibly get in trouble for breathing right?

At this rate, the man was thinking about just taking everyone's precious points. What was so hard about following his rules? It wasn't like he was asking them to become master alchemists overnight. But, apparently, refraining from saying anything was too hard of a task for the third year Slytherin.

"My rules are clear, Queen. No speaking unless I grant you permission to do so. Five points will be taken from Slytherin, and you have the choice of completing twenty push-ups right now or running an extra lap tomorrow morning."

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Originally Posted by littledhampir

Indigo pulled on his gloves before leaving the castle and heading to the clock tower. He found himself wondering what was wrong with the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom? Too warm for the headmaster? He wouldn't want them to be comfortable, of course. At least it wasn't too bad. Not unbearable. Besides, Indigo wasn't one to complain anyway.

When he arrived he did not immediately see anyone he knew, so he stood a bit off to the side, and away from the thick of things. He was a bit thankful for the no-nonsense demeanor of their professor, which saved him from having to worry about any sort of potential mingling. As long as he could stand peacefully by himself without the attention of anyone else, that was perfectly fine with him.

Finally. Finally there was a batch of students who knew the rules and could comprehend simple English.

The man watched as Rousseau arrived at the tower entrance and noticed that he had broken away from the group ever-so-slightly. Scrimgeour gave the fifth year Ravenclaw a nod in greeting. The man was certain that this one would go far in life if he didn't fall influence to his more foolish peers.

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Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom

Nettie was now quite certain that the Headmaster was trying to kill them. The run this morning had been cold, but now it was just plain FREEZING. They would have to be moving their runs inside soon...right? She wanted to ask him, but she didn't want to get in trouble for talking either. These days, it was just easier to bite her tongue rather than even risk talking out of turn.

So instead, she simply smiled at the professor in greeting before moving towards the back of the crowd, which was quite unlike her. She wrapped her Ravenclaw scarf a bit tighter around her neck, hoping this was just an intro to the lesson and they'd be moving back inside shortly.

For a moment, the man thought that the little Ravenclaw had something to ask him. But, of course, he wasn't going to allow her to speak. Not now at least. There was a time and a place for that, and it would be for the purposes of learning, not random conversation.

He began to open his mouth, to tell her to wipe that smile off her face, but Gladin had quickly made her way to the back of the crowd, which was fine by him as long as she was paying attention.

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Originally Posted by GD2204

The day had been long and hard, only made harder by the obvious frost that clung to the castle. With the small white flecks falling from the grey sky, it became obvious that winter was almost here. Ewan couldn’t help but let a small sigh and shiver as he ventured towards the clock tower entrance, his cloak wrapped tightly around his shoulders.
As his legs carried him along this familiar route, he couldn’t help but consider the lesson that was about to take place and the amount of points that would obviously be taken from his fellow students.

Finally arriving, Ewan gave the Professor a small smile and a nod of respect. Despite his obvious distaste for the rules, he was not about to disrespect the man for the sake of it. If he was going to break the rules and aggravate the headmaster, he do it when it had the biggest effect.

Like the second year's previous housemates, the man didn't have anything to say to Jones. It was about time that a crop of students were leading by example. He wasn't shocked at all that most of them were Ravenclaws.

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Originally Posted by oh its Erik ok

Ok, now that Hirsch was gone and they got well Headmaster this was not one of the classes Théo looked forward to anymore like of years past. Always one for more practical lessons instead of theory since in this gryffindor's case most theory was boring if not quidditch related. Still for newts and all that fun stuff he was trying. Seriously nowhere to sit huh. they were just supposed to stand around. Théo just stood around in an empty spot and waited for class to start.

And did you know it was cold. Maybe he should have worn some gloves or something warmer

Would have been a smart idea too bad he aint smart.

The old man was surprised that Montmorency had decided to remain silent. He knew that the boy wasn't the brightest fwooper in the flock, even with his Defence lessons mostly being practical since theory wasn't going to save anyone's neck in the real world. But the sixth year Gryffindor managed to surprise him.

Was this intentional? Or had the boy just been lucky today? They may never know.

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Zoryn was VERY unhappy about Defense Against the Dark Arts this year. No offense (ACTUALLY, FULL OFFENSE), but she wanted Professor Hirsch back. He was more than just a Professor. He was a friend. He was one of the only Professors who never spoke to her like she was a problem, but instead treated her like a real human being. For that reason, she actually tried in this class. But this year... She couldn't say the same.

The Gryffindor made her way towards the clock tower, her whole body shaking and teeth chattering as she walked. No amount of heating charms could keep her warm, it seemed. Trust me, she tried them all. "Professor," she managed through gritted teeth, before turning on her heels and walking to Théo.

Typically it wasn't DADA until Zoryn asked if they were going to learn about DRAGONS. But Zoryn quickly learned to stop asking Scrimgeour for anything that would lead to any sort of child happiness. The man knew nothing of happy. He was such a sour grape.

Then there was Spinnet. Scrimgeour was bracing himself, waiting for the day she started asking stupid questions about dragons, which was in the Creatures curriculum, or whatever nonsense the girl thought of on the top of her head. But he was surprised that all she did was say a single word to him.

What a shame that it was going to cost her.

"You were not given permission to speak, Spinnet," the man said flatly. "Five points from Gryffindor. Now, you decide: give me twenty now, or run an additional lap in the morning."

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Originally Posted by HOPEendures

It was already snowing and deep on the inside, like way deep down buried underneath all the exhaustion, Kaitlynn was pretty happy about it. She loved the snow. However, she wasn't showing the happiness on her face as she made her way to the Clock Tower for her DADA class. Just because she loved the snow didn't mean she wanted to stand out in it for the duration of the class. Plus, any sign of happiness seemed to be a crime these days.

Her uniform was in perfect form but she wanted to craw further into her cloak because the sun was slowly setting and it was getting colder. The cold in the mornings during the runs was already causing her to struggle with staying awake in classes. Sure, she might adjust to it but she wasn't hopeful about it right now. She stifled a yawn the best as she could when she finally made to her destination.

She gave a curt nod to the Headmaster Professor Scrimgeour in greeting and fell in line along with the other students trying not to shake as another yawn caused her jaw to quake a bit in the effort she was using to keep her mouth shut. No speaking unless spoken to translated to her as keep your mouth shut and she was going to do just that.

A looked was casted in Hopsisk's direction when she arrived for class. Seeing nothing wrong with her outward appearance, though, prompted the man to carry onward. Again, another Ravenclaw that could follow simple rules was in their midst.

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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

She was freezing and tired from the days lessons, but one wouldn't know it from Vita's demeanor. She stood still as a statue, not a hair out of place or a wrinkle in sight as she waited for class to begin. In fact, the only movement from her was one done in greeting, her head bowing in respect to the man in front of the growing crowd of students. She wasn't meant to speak unless spoken to, yes?

Truth be told, the fifth year never liked defense against the dark arts. The gloom and doom didn't suit her or her interests, but her need to stay on the headmaster's good side far outweighed her dislike and so she studied up on the subject in her free time so she'd be prepared for meetings like this.

Now to wait and see what they were going to face this evening. Vita couldn't begin to guess what Scrimgeour had in store for them.

Mallari's appearance and general demeanor was appreciated. So much, in fact, that the man respectfully gave her a nod of his head in acknowledgement. She was still, her uniform as it was meant to be, and she was remaining silent. So far her efforts were working in her favour.

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Originally Posted by Waterloo

All the morning exercises were definitely starting to improve his lack of fitness… He’d even managed to complete five laps without wanting to keel over and pass out that very morning. Still, Max was a little out of breath when he joined his classmates at the clock tower entrance.

He’d had spent so long making sure that his uniform looked immaculate that he was worried he might be late. Lucky for him, he wasn’t. Being out of breath was better than being late, right?

Not to mention, all the rushing had warmed him up somewhat too so that was a bonus.

“Hey — I mean… Good evening, Sir.” He didn’t want to start the lesson on the wrong foot, or Merlin forbid be forced into more exercise, so he made sure to greet the Headmaster with all the respect he could muster.

The Slytherin Prefect's efforts, however, were not working in his favour. In fact, he was trying too hard. Way too hard. Though the man had noticed some progression with the sixth year with his S.O.R.E. and ensuring that his appearance was in tip-top shape, the boy still failed to remain silent or indicate, with a mere raise of his hand, that he desired permission to speak.

"Five points from Slytherin. You should know just like the others that you need permission to speak before doing so, Carden. Drop down and give me twenty this instant, or you can opt for running another lap tomorrow morning."

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Originally Posted by kayquilz

The lesson Lucas had been dreading most. Headmaster Scrimgeour...Defense...he missed Hirsch so much right now, as he entered the...area. It was evening, and Lucas' stomach was growling because he wasn't used to...being in class at this time. Please be quiet.. he begged his body. He made damn sure his uniform was perfect, down to the knot in his tie. His red hair was swept to the side, combed neatly. "Good evening, Headmaster Sc-Scrim-geor--" He stumbled over the man's name and mispronounced it horribly, putting emphasis on the wrong syllables and whatnot.

Merlin help him.

He stood quietly next to Indigo, feeling more at ease with the Ravenclaw there. He spotted a few other familiar faces, too. Okay.

BREATHE.

Oh dear, Merlin...

School had been in procession for two months now and Choi still was stumbling over how to pronounce his name? That was almost as worse as speaking without permission. The man's eyes narrowed.

"Ten points from Slytherin, Choi. My rules are very clear, and one of them states that you are to not speak unless given permission," Scrimgeour grunted, "and I suggest you learn how to pronounce my surname correctly beforehand if you intend to use it. Drop and give me twenty now." The extra lap in the morning was not going to be an option for this one.

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

The temptation to skip this lesson was very much prevalent in Józef's mind as he ate dinner, but ultimately he decided against it - no matter how much he didn't like the Headmaster, or lessons that took place after dinner, he wasn't prepared to risk another punishment just yet.

He had a feeling that next time it would be slightly more severe.

So after checking his uniform and all of his books, he headed to the Clock Tower, offering a stiff nod in the direction of the dictator. "Good evening, Headmaster Scrimgeour."

Though the first year Gryffindor's appearance and prompt arrival was appreciated, the greeting was not. Did the boy suffer from memory loss like so many of the others? His rules had been posted and they were clearly written.

"Kowalski, drop and give me twenty now or add an extra lap to your S.O.R.E. tomorrow. You are to wait to be given permission to speak. Five points from Gryffindor."

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Originally Posted by Granger Danger

Holy hippogriff it was freezing!

To make matters worse the S.O.R.E exercise made her sick this morning, but here she was attending classes and being on time. Now that she thought about it boils didn't sound half bad, wasn't there a potion to cure that as well? Eh... at this point she was tired of running and she hated being cold! She was beginning to think the Headmaster liked touring them, come to think about it she was sure he did.

Gathering her books and everything she needed she ran out towards the clock tower out of breath her hair messy and her robe hanging off her. As she looked down at herself she sighed. " I can't go looking like this!" she thought to herself. Fixing her hair and her robes and clothes she walked towards Headmaster. "Good evening, Headmaster Scrimgeour Sir." she said politely before taking a stand beside her lion buddy Lucas.

She seen familiar faces but she didn't dare wave or smile at them. Standing tall and firm she tried to ignore the cold breeze that was trying to make her shiver. "Don't shiver.... don't shiver!" she thought to herself.

The headmaster's attention was quickly grasped by Starson's appearance. Her hair was a mess and her robes were askew. The girl was lucky that she was making quick work of fixing those problems because Scrimgeour was just seconds away from taking points away from her and even issuing an evening of detention.

If only she had remembered the rule about when it was appropriate to speak. What a pity.

"Five points from Gryffindor. Drop and give me twenty, Starson, for speaking without my permission to do so. Or you can run extra lap around the pitch in the morning. You decide."

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Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry

Was in December yet? Sadly not, it was over a month before they would be free of this place for Christmas holiday. She didn’t know about the others but she was ready. Ninety nine percent of the time Juni did not want to go home for Christmas break, but this year she one hundred percent was ready to go home.

As she headed into the Clock Tower Entrance where the lesson was being held. The location and time were a little off compared their normal times and location. She had bad feeling about this There wasn’t one clue around to make a guess about what the lesson was going to be about.. Lessons in other places other than an actual classroom often led to bad things happening. But the sixth year was going to stay positive all long as she could. She still hadn’t decided if a verbal greeting was a good idea or not for the defense professor. Today however she was risking it.

”Good evening, Headmaster.” As she passed through to the clock tower entrance. Not that there was a seat to stand by. So she walked out a bit turned to face the front or the front facing the headmaster. She stood still arms by her side. Yep this place had turned into a military school.

Taking the risk to speak was unwise. Scrimgeour, almost without even having to think about it at this point, grunted and handed out a consequence to Primeaux for her lack of reason and adherence to one of his simplest rules and expectations.

"You are not to speak without permission, Primeaux. Five points will be taken from Ravenclaw. You can drop and give me twenty or choose instead to make an extra lap around the pitch in the morning."

And, yes, it was decided. He would be making a new school-wide rule very soon so that there was consistency across every subject.

At the stroke of six o'clock, the sound of chiming echoed throughout the tower. Since they all were at the base of it, the chiming was significantly louder than what it would have been on the opposite side of the castle down on the first floor. Even though the noise was extremely loud and incredibly close, Scrimgeour simply stood there, standing still as ever, acting as if the chiming wasn't happening at all. The headmaster's focus was on the door the students had come through, looking to see who all, if anyone, decided that today would be a great day to arrive late.

Once the chiming had ceased, the man took a moment to look out at the bodies that were standing before him. He didn't like how scattered and spread out they all were. That, though, was a minor problem he would be taking care of soon enough.

"As you all can see, we are not gathered in the usual classroom setting, nor are we meeting at our usual class time," Scrimgeour began, hopefully stating the obvious to them. "Today's lesson requires us to be outside of the traditional classroom setting. In fact, it requires that we not even be in the castle. Soon we, under my supervision, will be leaving the shelter of the Clock Tower and venturing into the Forbidden Forest."

He paused, his face very serious and demanding everyone's attention. "There is absolutely no room for disruptions today, and you must follow my instructions the instant they are given. Not doing so will result in severe consequences, which may not happen by my hand." The man did not care to elaborate on what he meant by that. If any of them decided to behave foolishly, they would learn their lesson the hard way.

"Before we head down there for the main portion of today's lesson, I want to stress the importance of why you need to listen to instructions and be vigilant," he stated, his eyes honing in on students he knew were bound to be problematic. "So, enlighten me: What is one Dark creature that is known to or may reside within the forest, and what is one fact you know about that creature?"

OOC: Thank you all for coming to the first role-played DADA lesson of the term! I appreciate those of you who have posted your characters already and hope you enjoy the lesson. If you haven't posted, please feel free to jump in at any time — just know that there will be consequences for a late arrival should you decide to have your student character show up late.

To start of the lesson, Scrimgeour has asked everyone to share one Dark creature that they know or think lives in the forest in addition to one fact about the creature that they mentioned. You can respond to one or both parts, piggy-back off of someone, or elaborate on something someone said. Please, however, try to not repeat something someone said. Students will be expected to raise their hands and be given permission to speak. Please have your characters do so and just assume Scrimgeour called on them.

The lesson will continue roughly 24 hours from now.

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Julian Scrimgeour Headmaster Puffskein Join Date: Dec 2014 Posts: 1,062	Text Cut: Individual Replies Quote: Originally Posted by Ginevra Daisy made her way to the Clock Tower Entrance, ensuring she was adhering to the rules that were stipulated by the Headmaster/DADA Professor. When she reached the destination, Daisy stood up straight with a quick, polite nod to Headmaster Scrimgeour. She would normally speak her greeting to her Professors but she really was unsure if she could due to the 'speak only when spoken to" rule. In Daisy's mind, the Headmaster had a somewhat erinaceous attitude so she was of a nervous disposition these days. Those piercing eyes first fell upon the Hufflepuff Prefect, the one that wasn't entitled and knew her place. Though the man did not move a muscle, Swann's quick nod and silence was noted. Scrimgeour grunted back at her in acknowledgement, a small puff of air leaving his nostrils. Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin It was too cold to be outside wearing their uniforms, rather than warm clothes, and really, what were perfectly good classrooms for... if not for being the location where classes happened? Still, Chloe was willing to give the Headmaster the benefit of the doubt as she took up a silent position near the Headmaster. No greeting, since they were meant to wait to speak until spoken to. Although the chattering of her teeth meant that silence wasn't really possible at the moment. She DID wave her fingers at him and mouth a very cheery HELLLLOOOOO, but at least she was quiet. Kettleburn was the next to come into his hawk-like gaze. The man watched the Ravenclaw very carefully, half expecting her to have some snide remark to make about his position at the school and wrongfully assume their former headmistress would return. But she was silent, which pleased the headmaster. His eyes, though, did narrow when she mouthed out 'hello' to him. So she had found a loophole, hmm? "Unnecessary, Kettleburn. Drop and give me twenty." Quote: Originally Posted by Angel of Music Natasha made her way to the Clock Tower Entrance and silently fell in line with her fellow classmates. She gave the Headmaster a polite smile, shivering too much to attempt a further greeting. The small Ravenclaw followed. His narrow eyes from before returned to normal as he watched Destler take her spot in silence. He was tempted to say something about the shivering, however. But the man remained stoic as ever. The girl would have no choice but to get used to the chill in the air, just like the rest of them. Quote: Originally Posted by sarahlooo Natalie was neither confirming nor denying whether or not she was looking forward to this class. If she confirmed that she was not looking forward to this class, then it would show in her appearance and she would likely get in trouble for not participating well enough. And she wasn't going to do that. She was sure that SOME students were going to either skip class or act brashly IN class just to get in trouble and defy authority, but she was in class to LEARN and earn points and be a GOOD student. Also, she was scared of detention, so... there was that. It was cold and the sun was going down and this was the time that Natalie liked to read by the fire and let her food digest and maybe take a nap, but today it was class time. Outside. Where it was cold. And snowing. On top of her clean, crisp uniform, Natalie wore her cloak, a house scarf and gloves, and a hat on her head. She got cold easily. She walked down to where class was being held, simply nodded politely at the Headmaster and took her spot, or where she thought her spot might be and stood there, hands tucked into her pockets, waiting for the class to begin. When the sixth year Slytherin arrived, Scrimgeour was quick in observing the girl's attire. He could tell that she was wearing her uniform, but she had also arrived in a cloak, scarf, gloves, and a hat. Mentally he was torn between thinking that McKinley was weak for not being able to handle the biting cold or appreciative of the girl's proactive thinking. The old man decided to not say anything to her and allowed his eyes to look elsewhere. Quote: Originally Posted by Optimist.Prime To say that Anabeth Greyvson was excited about Defense Against the Dark Arts was…well, a blatant lie. Sure, if Professor Hisrch were still there she would have been. Alas, it was Headmaster Scrimgeour. Sir PricklyPants as she so deemed to refer to him in her thoughts…and well, in her stubborn bravery moment of the day she had brought something with her. Maybe it would make Headmaster Scrimgeour think she was a decent person and not the little rebel she truly was under everything. Her uniform was pristine of course and the small Tupperware box in her hand sort of shook as she nervously walked into the room and RIGHT up to ~~Professor~~ Headmaster Scrimgeour’s desk. ”hello Professor,” the blonde smiled as she extended her hand and the Tupperware toward him. ”I wasn’t um…able to get this until this morning and saved you a slice…its birthday cake sent from my Dutch Oma…its Licorice flavored” she smiled as she gingerly placed the container on his desk and skulked back to hers where she tucked her books before standing there like a statue. Really Dizzy and Runa would have been proud, she’d made it. Dutch Drop cake. It probably tasted like a burning salt lick of death…but obviously, she was in a sharing mood. It was Scrimgeour after all – he deserved a mouth full of brimstone. Greyvson's appearance earned his approval from the start ... until he noticed that with her was a clear container in her hands. There were only two places the man believed food should be: in the Great Hall during scheduled meals and the kitchen below where the meals were made. Plus he would never accept food from a student. The man's eyes narrowed as the girl approached him, having the audacity to speak before she was spoken to or even permitted to speak. No words came out of his mouth. He simply let her speak and hand over the cake, digging herself into a hole. Where she was placing the container, he did not know. They were not in the traditional classroom setting, so there was no desk. The container fell to the floor of the tower, which was rather ironic given the cake's name. "You are to speak when you are spoken to, Greyvson," the man scolded, taking out his wand. He pointed it at the cake and, just before Vanishing it, added, "Food also has no place here. Twenty points will be taken from Slytherin, and you have thirty push-ups to do and en extra lap to run in the morning." Quote: Originally Posted by cindajean Bettie made her way to the clock tower. When she got there she found Headmaster Scrimgeour standing at the entrance. Seeing him ther brought the rule "do not speak unless you are spoken to" to he mind. Should she greet him or not. The last time she dealt with this rule she got in trouble for not greeting but that may not apply here. All else fells ask she thought. "Headmaster Scrimgeour I have a question about your rule do not speak unless you are spoken to. Does that apply to greeting you? The first year Slytherin seemed to decide to follow the steps of her older housemate, though thankfully no more food was brought to class. The man looked down at Blackwell, rather disappointed that she was asking this question when his rules were very clear and they had been attending his classes for two months now. "Correct, Blackwell. Five points will be taken from Slytherin for not remembering and following that simple rule. Drop and give me twenty now, or run an additional lap in the morning." Quote: Originally Posted by lazykitty Like every other sane person in this school, Archer was in no way looking forward to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Even less when she saw the clouds building out of the window of the dorm. But, of course the Headmaster wouldn't change class location just because of the weather. He would probably claim that the cold built character or something. But, here she was anyway, uniform all nice and tidy as stated in the rules, all supplies tucked in her backpack, shoes recently shined, hair pulled back in a neat bun, face absent of all make-up and tie perfectly straight. Honestly, the whole get-up was reminiscent of a muggle ROTC uniform, except her tie was yellow and black striped instead of navy blue (she'd switched her skirt for pants, thanks to the cold). The only other exception to that was the trench coat, gloves and scarf she was wearing. From the front, it might look like she was falling into line with the new regime. But, if one took even a quick glance at the back of her coat, one would see the giant phoenix emblazoned there in what seemed to be bluebell flames (they weren't, just looked like them, thanks to a charm she had learned at Illvermorny). " Sir, Headmaster, sir," she greeted with a proper military salute. Otherwise, she was silent, standing with her back straight, arms crossed behind her back and staring straight forward. Was she trying to make a point? Yes, she was. The fifth year Hufflepuff's appearance was approved at a quick glance. Scrimgeour was again torn between the additional attire, but said nothing of it. He also didn't see the back of the coat ... yet. The man had nothing to say to Cairissian, until she decided to give him a military salute, which he didn't mind at all, and opened her mouth. What was so difficult about being seen and not heard? "Speak only when you are spoken to," he firmly stated. "Five points will be taken from Hufflepuff. You also have the choice of doing twenty push-ups now or running an extra lap tomorrow." Quote: Originally Posted by Jessiqua Hanna approached the small group at the Clock Tower entrance, and felt her core muscles engaging as she saw the Headmaster. He always scared her. She figured the contracting of her muscles around vital organs was her intuition's way of protecting her. The man always made her feel uncomfortable, too. Rocking up, not being allowed to speak unless spoken TO. It wasn't right. She was surprised he hadn't taught them some sort of military stance, but she certainly wasn't going to suggest it. So, she stood, waiting for the lesson to start. Feeling colder as the time went on. And colder. So cold, she was sure her lips were blue. Newton received a lingering glance. Scrimgeour was analyzing her stature, which was coming off in an uncomfortable manner. But, like some of the other students before her, no words were said. With a blink, his eyes shifted to a different student. Quote: Originally Posted by SilverTiger The weather only seemed to be mirroring the mood at the castle, even though it hadn’t broken Stasya’s spirit any more than it had been since the beginning of term. Acting like she wasn’t letting the stress get to her was getting harder, but she wasn’t going to let anyone break her. It was her secret promise to Professor Hirsch, especially now that her near-daily letters to him had been forcibly stopped due to the owl monitoring rule. After an earlier discussion with Koen, however, she’d just resorted to writing her thoughts down on a charmed parchment to be used during the holiday break to contact the former professor, aka her (pretend) Uncle Roderik. DADA lessons weren’t the same without him presiding over them, but she’d survive. Preferably, she’d survive without having to sacrifice herself, because that promise still stood too. Either way, she’d made the decision to utilize a few well-cast heating charms on her clothing as she’d gotten ready for the after-supper lesson, making sure every inch of her uniform was spotless. Which had been harder when it had been easier to spend time in the barns between lessons, but disappointingly was a lot simpler when she felt basically trapped inside the castle aside from when she could get Professor Wayland to chaperone her. Therefore, she was at least a fraction more comfortable as she’d walked out to the clocktower entrance, if not quite as warm as she’d have been if she could wear anything other than her uniform. She was comfortable enough that the polite smile she’d reserved for the headmaster and his minions came easily to her face as she stopped near where Chloe was standing. “Good evening Headmaster,” she said simply and oh-so-politely, even as she secretly wished she could surreptitiously cast a heating charm in the direction of her Ravenclaw friend, or to hug her and hope her own heating charms transferred somehow. She didn’t risk it, though. Part of her honestly was a bit nervous about even moving at all until it was requested. Gryffindor was still surprisingly doing okay in the house point department, and she didn’t think it was worth hurting their position, no matter how much she’d wanted to. And she really wanted to. A hug would be nice right about now. The female Gryffindor Prefect got a look over from the man. Her uniform was in good condition and she appeared warm. But the smile was something else. As expected, the man didn't give her one in return. He did, however, have something to say to her. The greeting was unnecessary. He did not need to be wished a good evening. "You are to remain silent unless you are spoken to or asked to speak, Dalgaard-Volkova. I will be taking five points from Gryffindor for your lack of remembering that expectation of mine. Twenty push-ups are to be done this instant, unless you would rather have an additional lap to run in the morning." Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone So, uh, it was COLD. Living in North England, he was used to this kind of weather but that didn’t mean that he LIKED it. In fact, he didn’t, and it was mostly because of the S.O.R.E exercises they had to do in the morning. It was starting to get harder and harder to get out of his bed and the cold made him feel even worse. No one wanted to exercise in the cold, did they? You know, maybe risking the boils wasn’t such a bad idea. With all of this in mind, Lucas made his way to their lesson, which was taking place……. near the Clock Tower? Uh…... Yeah, he was confused. What any of this had to do with Defence Against the Dark Arts, he didn’t know. The only thing he could think of was defending himself against CLOCKS but that sounded so dumb that even he smiled to himself. He was funny. Secretly. To himself. But that smile soon disappeared when he saw the Headmaster. The man was already taking the fun away from this place, he might even make it illegal to be happy, soon enough. "Hello, Headmaster sir," he said quietly, approaching an empty spot to stand in. Scrimgeour felt the same about the first year Gryffindor who decided that greeting him was a necessity. It wasn’t at all. "You can join your Prefect, Dakest. Drop and give me twenty, or run an extra lap tomorrow. The choice is yours. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor." He wanted silence and attentiveness. Quote: Originally Posted by Daemon If someone had told Sylvie in August, when she was slaving over her OWL resits, that Hirsch was gonna poof and they'd get Scrimmy here as their new DADA professor, Sylvie would definitely have chosen to stick with her fail grade. But she'd already decided she was taking this class, so she was going to be as sad and miserable as the rest of them were whenever DADA came up in the timetable. Rubbing her hands together to heat them up, Sylvie shivered as she looked around at the people present. No greeting or anything for Scrimmy, since the no speaking unless spoken to thing was still a thing and she didn't much fancy a detention. Sweeping strained eyes over the little crowd, she spotted Natalie from her year and made a beeline for her. So far so good, ~~no Zoryn in sight~~ she'd just wait for the rest of her friends to show up. Fortunately the next Gryffindor gave him that. The old man had no words to say, though he did notice the hand rubbing. Scrimgeour couldn't help but think about the lack of endurance some of them had. The real world was going to be a cruel, cruel place if they couldn’t power through a little cold bite from Mother Nature. There were worse things out there. They would learn that soon enough. Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Cold. Cold cold cold. COLD. It was TOO COLD. Was that SNOW? If there was anything that was likely to put Abra in a foul mood it was cold, and it was snow. In addition to that, now he had to attend a lesson with the Headmaster, which always multiplied his anxiety about a millionfold. Bad mood and wrecked nerves combined meant that this lesson was sure to be far from a pleasant experience. Holding his robes tightly around him - they were equipped with warming charms, but Abra didn't dare add a jacket, scarf, or even gloves - Abra arrived at the clock tower, his teeth chattering and his face stinging in the cold as he claimed a space among the rest of the gathered students. "Good evening, Headmaster Scrimgeour," he greeted the man himself. Abra's voice was wary but polite, and shook ever so slightly - though whether from the teeth-chattering or from anxiety, it was hard to tell. The sight of the male Gryffindor Prefect, honestly, disappointed Scrimgeour. The holding of the robes and the chattering teeth was a sign of weakness. Was the boy cold? He was in luck because the option of push-ups was in the forecast for the overly polite, yet anxious, sixth year. "Twenty push-ups or run an extra lap in the morning, Botros. You should know by now that you are to stay silent until permitted to speak in this class," the man responded. "Gryffindor will be losing another five points as well." Quote: Originally Posted by Kolyander Rylee was here. And for only two simple reasons at that. The first and utmost important being, she didn't want to disappointment Hirsch if she didn't attend these lessons. She had worked far to long and hard last term taking extra training sessions with him to get where she was now. The second reason being she liked the subject. It was that simple. Whether or not she would get herself into trouble if she didn't attend the lesson never really occurred to her. Whatever the reason, Rylee was here, at the clock tower entrance out in the cold. "Good evening, Headmaster," the third year greeted lightly standing as still as possible in her spot. Which if anyone that knew her, knew this wasn't an easy task. She clasped her hands together in front of herself to keep from fidgeting about. "And another five points from Gryffindor," the headmaster quickly added upon the female Prichard's arrival. "I did not give you permission to speak. Do twenty push-ups, or add an additional lap to your required S.O.R.E. tomorrow morning." Quote: Originally Posted by siriusblackliveson The cold in the air gave Patrick a chill as he stepped closer to his favorite place to hide out and read, although with these rigorous schedules that the headmaster required he no longer spent as much time relaxing. He took to doing that in the dormitory or the common room where no one would see him and expect great things. With his shoulder drawn back and standing at his full 5 foot 11 inches height he joined his classmates. He noticed many were silent but his eyes tracked Anabeth offering something. Oh Merlin she was offering cake the headmaster gated things like nonsense and he thought that was nonsense. Although, he supposed of there was any way to get under his skin it was likely to be cake. Rather than say anything and dig a hole Patrick turned his attention back to the headmaster, “good evening headmaster Scrimgeour” with a curt nod he folded his hands together and waited for class hopeful he wouldn’t die tonight. Like with the others, the man was ready to strike back with a consequence. Scrimgeour made a mental note to make the stand-quiety-until-class-begins-out-of-respect-for-your-professor rule of his universal. Clearly the children couldn't remember when such a simple rule needed to be followed. Not to mention the man thought the greetings were a waste of time. "Twenty push-ups or an extra lap in the morning, Dooley?" Scrimgeour offered. He then added, "Five points from Slytherin. You are to remain silent until given permission to speak." Quote: Originally Posted by Tegz The only good thing about the Hogwarts uniform, in Bel's opinion, was that they were made to withstand the cold Scotland climate... to a point. She was in every possible layer today, with woollen school tights under her skirt, her school cloak over her robes (which in turn were fastened over a wool jersey), and a Hufflepuff scarf to finish it off. But the Australian girl was still cold, to the point where she honestly wouldn't mind having to take a bit of a jog around to warm up. She was tempted to put her hand up and ask if she could do exactly that but she was conscious that their new headmaster didn't like disruptions and.... Bel wasn't sure if it would count as one or not. Even jogging on the spot might be too much of a disruption for all she knew. Bel looked around the clock tower entrance area and found a spot to stand and wait. "Good evening, sir." Bel greeted, and then shivered slightly. Hopefully they would be doing something that would warm her up. Just as an automatic gesture, Bel checked her wand pocket to make sure her wand was there and then she relaxed as much as the chill in the air allowed. Brrrr. Scrimgeour noted that Macindoe was dressed as if a never-ending winter had arrived, which, for all he knew, it just might have. Not that the man cared. The cold was bound to build character. What didn't kill them would only make them stronger, in theory. Or there was the other outcome. His thoughts wavered when the Hufflepuff decided to speak to him. Without batting an eye, he repeated himself almost like clockwork. "You've earned yourself twenty push-ups or an extra lap in the morning, Macindoe" Scrimgeour offered. He then added, "You were not given permission to speak. Five points from Hufflepuff." Quote: Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi Defence Against the Dark Arts had got to be his worst subject at Hogwarts. Even when Professor Hirsch taught it he was, not terrible at it but certainly not great either. And his nerves had only ten folded when the new Headmaster had been teaching it. But that did not stop him from coming to the class and today was no exception. He straightened his Ravenclaw tie before he placed his hands in his robe pockets to keep them warm as he entered the clock tower. He looked around first for any indication what they were going to do today when his eyes landed on Anabeth offering the Headmaster a slice of cake. With a small frown, Dorian wondered if she was going to whine if ...no...when her points were getting taken. Resisting the urge to shake his head, the fourth year took his hands out of his pockets and turned to face the Headmaster. "Good evening, Headmaster Scrimgeour" he greeted, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. He was scary just standing there TT "Same to you, Katharos," Scrimgeour continued, wasting no time to hand out yet another punishment for the breaking of the simplest of rules the man had expected them all to follow. "Five points from Ravenclaw, and you decide if you want to do twenty push-ups now or run an additional lap in the morning for your lack of waiting for permission to speak." Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie In all honesty, Derf sometimes felt like he was the only one who appreciated - for the most part - the no nonsense approach that Headmaster Scrimgeour brought to the subject. Though...the pressure to get it right the first time was something he did not appreciate, nor was it one that the Hufflepuff had ever been able to deliver on when they had been taught something new. The combination of his favor of the theoretical over practical execution when it came to spell work and his fwooper core alone were enough to enable failure, add in anxiety which then lead to performance issues with his wand and...well...a couple of premature sparks shooting out the tip and singing his parchment was a more optimistic outcome of events. His nose still red and cheeks lightly burned in thanks to the cold wind from this morning's S.O.R.E, Derf had taken a few precautions to his robes when he had seen where class was being held. Precautions in the form of some gentle heating charms so he at least wouldn't be shivering in his shoes and chattering his teeth like some of his classmates. "Good evening, Headmaster Scrimgeour," the Hufflepuff greeted dutifully with a polite nod before finding himself somewhere to stand over by Abey for the time being. He simply offered the Gryffindor a small, almost boyish, shrug in greeting as he slid his hands into his pockets for warmth. His eyes did not blink when the male Hufflepuff Prefect came into view. The man was half-tempted to narrow his eyes at Ashburry-Hawthorne, but he resisted and just allowed his eyes to trail after the boy. After everything that had gone on earlier with said boy at the beginning of the term, Scrimgeour couldn't help but wonder what sort of defiance he was going to have to deal with today. But it didn't take long for a line to be crossed, whether it was intentional or not. His classroom rules were very clear. "Five points from Hufflepuff, Ashburry-Hawthorne, for speaking without permission," the headmaster stated. "You can do twenty push-ups now, or run an additional lap for tomorrow's S.O.R.E." Quote: Originally Posted by 2111jen Skyler did not like this year at all. Not at all. Even lax Muggle studdies couldn't make her feel happy. She understood the rules, of course she did, but at the same time. She looked to the head master as she walked in. "Hello headmaster," she said. She moved her fingers a bit as she tried to warm them up standing in a spot not saying anything. When they were warm, she put them at her side and kept silent. Standing still and silent. She couldn't possibly get in trouble for breathing right? At this rate, the man was thinking about just taking everyone's precious points. What was so hard about following his rules? It wasn't like he was asking them to become master alchemists overnight. But, apparently, refraining from saying anything was too hard of a task for the third year Slytherin. "My rules are clear, Queen. No speaking unless I grant you permission to do so. Five points will be taken from Slytherin, and you have the choice of completing twenty push-ups right now or running an extra lap tomorrow morning." Quote: Originally Posted by littledhampir Indigo pulled on his gloves before leaving the castle and heading to the clock tower. He found himself wondering what was wrong with the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom? Too warm for the headmaster? He wouldn't want them to be comfortable, of course. At least it wasn't too bad. Not unbearable. Besides, Indigo wasn't one to complain anyway. When he arrived he did not immediately see anyone he knew, so he stood a bit off to the side, and away from the thick of things. He was a bit thankful for the no-nonsense demeanor of their professor, which saved him from having to worry about any sort of potential mingling. As long as he could stand peacefully by himself without the attention of anyone else, that was perfectly fine with him. Finally. Finally there was a batch of students who knew the rules and could comprehend simple English. The man watched as Rousseau arrived at the tower entrance and noticed that he had broken away from the group ever-so-slightly. Scrimgeour gave the fifth year Ravenclaw a nod in greeting. The man was certain that this one would go far in life if he didn't fall influence to his more foolish peers. Quote: Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom Nettie was now quite certain that the Headmaster was trying to kill them. The run this morning had been cold, but now it was just plain FREEZING. They would have to be moving their runs inside soon...right? She wanted to ask him, but she didn't want to get in trouble for talking either. These days, it was just easier to bite her tongue rather than even risk talking out of turn. So instead, she simply smiled at the professor in greeting before moving towards the back of the crowd, which was quite unlike her. She wrapped her Ravenclaw scarf a bit tighter around her neck, hoping this was just an intro to the lesson and they'd be moving back inside shortly. For a moment, the man thought that the little Ravenclaw had something to ask him. But, of course, he wasn't going to allow her to speak. Not now at least. There was a time and a place for that, and it would be for the purposes of learning, not random conversation. He began to open his mouth, to tell her to wipe that smile off her face, but Gladin had quickly made her way to the back of the crowd, which was fine by him as long as she was paying attention. Quote: Originally Posted by GD2204 The day had been long and hard, only made harder by the obvious frost that clung to the castle. With the small white flecks falling from the grey sky, it became obvious that winter was almost here. Ewan couldn’t help but let a small sigh and shiver as he ventured towards the clock tower entrance, his cloak wrapped tightly around his shoulders. As his legs carried him along this familiar route, he couldn’t help but consider the lesson that was about to take place and the amount of points that would obviously be taken from his fellow students. Finally arriving, Ewan gave the Professor a small smile and a nod of respect. Despite his obvious distaste for the rules, he was not about to disrespect the man for the sake of it. If he was going to break the rules and aggravate the headmaster, he do it when it had the biggest effect. Like the second year's previous housemates, the man didn't have anything to say to Jones. It was about time that a crop of students were leading by example. He wasn't shocked at all that most of them were Ravenclaws. Quote: Originally Posted by oh its Erik ok Ok, now that Hirsch was gone and they got well Headmaster this was not one of the classes Théo looked forward to anymore like of years past. Always one for more practical lessons instead of theory since in this gryffindor's case most theory was boring if not quidditch related. Still for newts and all that fun stuff he was trying. Seriously nowhere to sit huh. they were just supposed to stand around. Théo just stood around in an empty spot and waited for class to start. And did you know it was cold. Maybe he should have worn some gloves or something warmer Would have been a smart idea too bad he aint smart. The old man was surprised that Montmorency had decided to remain silent. He knew that the boy wasn't the brightest fwooper in the flock, even with his Defence lessons mostly being practical since theory wasn't going to save anyone's neck in the real world. But the sixth year Gryffindor managed to surprise him. Was this intentional? Or had the boy just been lucky today? They may never know. Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Zoryn was VERY unhappy about Defense Against the Dark Arts this year. No offense (ACTUALLY, FULL OFFENSE), but she wanted Professor Hirsch back. He was more than just a Professor. He was a friend. He was one of the only Professors who never spoke to her like she was a problem, but instead treated her like a real human being. For that reason, she actually tried in this class. But this year... She couldn't say the same. The Gryffindor made her way towards the clock tower, her whole body shaking and teeth chattering as she walked. No amount of heating charms could keep her warm, it seemed. Trust me, she tried them all. "Professor," she managed through gritted teeth, before turning on her heels and walking to Théo. Typically it wasn't DADA until Zoryn asked if they were going to learn about DRAGONS. But Zoryn quickly learned to stop asking Scrimgeour for anything that would lead to any sort of child happiness. The man knew nothing of happy. He was such a sour grape. Then there was Spinnet. Scrimgeour was bracing himself, waiting for the day she started asking stupid questions about dragons, which was in the Creatures curriculum, or whatever nonsense the girl thought of on the top of her head. But he was surprised that all she did was say a single word to him. What a shame that it was going to cost her. "You were not given permission to speak, Spinnet," the man said flatly. "Five points from Gryffindor. Now, you decide: give me twenty now, or run an additional lap in the morning." Quote: Originally Posted by HOPEendures It was already snowing and deep on the inside, like way deep down buried underneath all the exhaustion, Kaitlynn was pretty happy about it. She loved the snow. However, she wasn't showing the happiness on her face as she made her way to the Clock Tower for her DADA class. Just because she loved the snow didn't mean she wanted to stand out in it for the duration of the class. Plus, any sign of happiness seemed to be a crime these days. Her uniform was in perfect form but she wanted to craw further into her cloak because the sun was slowly setting and it was getting colder. The cold in the mornings during the runs was already causing her to struggle with staying awake in classes. Sure, she might adjust to it but she wasn't hopeful about it right now. She stifled a yawn the best as she could when she finally made to her destination. She gave a curt nod to the Headmaster Professor Scrimgeour in greeting and fell in line along with the other students trying not to shake as another yawn caused her jaw to quake a bit in the effort she was using to keep her mouth shut. No speaking unless spoken to translated to her as keep your mouth shut and she was going to do just that. A looked was casted in Hopsisk's direction when she arrived for class. Seeing nothing wrong with her outward appearance, though, prompted the man to carry onward. Again, another Ravenclaw that could follow simple rules was in their midst. Quote: Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow She was freezing and tired from the days lessons, but one wouldn't know it from Vita's demeanor. She stood still as a statue, not a hair out of place or a wrinkle in sight as she waited for class to begin. In fact, the only movement from her was one done in greeting, her head bowing in respect to the man in front of the growing crowd of students. She wasn't meant to speak unless spoken to, yes? Truth be told, the fifth year never liked defense against the dark arts. The gloom and doom didn't suit her or her interests, but her need to stay on the headmaster's good side far outweighed her dislike and so she studied up on the subject in her free time so she'd be prepared for meetings like this. Now to wait and see what they were going to face this evening. Vita couldn't begin to guess what Scrimgeour had in store for them. Mallari's appearance and general demeanor was appreciated. So much, in fact, that the man respectfully gave her a nod of his head in acknowledgement. She was still, her uniform as it was meant to be, and she was remaining silent. So far her efforts were working in her favour. Quote: Originally Posted by Waterloo All the morning exercises were definitely starting to improve his lack of fitness… He’d even managed to complete five laps without wanting to keel over and pass out that very morning. Still, Max was a little out of breath when he joined his classmates at the clock tower entrance. He’d had spent so long making sure that his uniform looked immaculate that he was worried he might be late. Lucky for him, he wasn’t. Being out of breath was better than being late, right? Not to mention, all the rushing had warmed him up somewhat too so that was a bonus. “Hey — I mean… Good evening, Sir.” He didn’t want to start the lesson on the wrong foot, or Merlin forbid be forced into more exercise, so he made sure to greet the Headmaster with all the respect he could muster. The Slytherin Prefect's efforts, however, were not working in his favour. In fact, he was trying too hard. Way too hard. Though the man had noticed some progression with the sixth year with his S.O.R.E. and ensuring that his appearance was in tip-top shape, the boy still failed to remain silent or indicate, with a mere raise of his hand, that he desired permission to speak. "Five points from Slytherin. You should know just like the others that you need permission to speak before doing so, Carden. Drop down and give me twenty this instant, or you can opt for running another lap tomorrow morning." Quote: Originally Posted by kayquilz The lesson Lucas had been dreading most. Headmaster Scrimgeour...Defense...he missed Hirsch so much right now, as he entered the...area. It was evening, and Lucas' stomach was growling because he wasn't used to...being in class at this time. Please be quiet.. he begged his body. He made damn sure his uniform was perfect, down to the knot in his tie. His red hair was swept to the side, combed neatly. "Good evening, Headmaster Sc-Scrim-geor--" He stumbled over the man's name and mispronounced it horribly, putting emphasis on the wrong syllables and whatnot. Merlin help him. He stood quietly next to Indigo, feeling more at ease with the Ravenclaw there. He spotted a few other familiar faces, too. Okay. BREATHE. Oh dear, Merlin... School had been in procession for two months now and Choi still was stumbling over how to pronounce his name? That was almost as worse as speaking without permission. The man's eyes narrowed. "Ten points from Slytherin, Choi. My rules are very clear, and one of them states that you are to not speak unless given permission," Scrimgeour grunted, "and I suggest you learn how to pronounce my surname correctly beforehand if you intend to use it. Drop and give me twenty now." The extra lap in the morning was not going to be an option for this one. Quote: Originally Posted by Harron Peasley The temptation to skip this lesson was very much prevalent in Józef's mind as he ate dinner, but ultimately he decided against it - no matter how much he didn't like the Headmaster, or lessons that took place after dinner, he wasn't prepared to risk another punishment just yet. He had a feeling that next time it would be slightly more severe. So after checking his uniform and all of his books, he headed to the Clock Tower, offering a stiff nod in the direction of the dictator. "Good evening, Headmaster Scrimgeour." Though the first year Gryffindor's appearance and prompt arrival was appreciated, the greeting was not. Did the boy suffer from memory loss like so many of the others? His rules had been posted and they were clearly written. "Kowalski, drop and give me twenty now or add an extra lap to your S.O.R.E. tomorrow. You are to wait to be given permission to speak. Five points from Gryffindor." Quote: Originally Posted by Granger Danger Holy hippogriff it was freezing! To make matters worse the S.O.R.E exercise made her sick this morning, but here she was attending classes and being on time. Now that she thought about it boils didn't sound half bad, wasn't there a potion to cure that as well? Eh... at this point she was tired of running and she hated being cold! She was beginning to think the Headmaster liked touring them, come to think about it she was sure he did. Gathering her books and everything she needed she ran out towards the clock tower out of breath her hair messy and her robe hanging off her. As she looked down at herself she sighed. " I can't go looking like this!" she thought to herself. Fixing her hair and her robes and clothes she walked towards Headmaster. "Good evening, Headmaster Scrimgeour Sir." she said politely before taking a stand beside her lion buddy Lucas. She seen familiar faces but she didn't dare wave or smile at them. Standing tall and firm she tried to ignore the cold breeze that was trying to make her shiver. "Don't shiver.... don't shiver!" she thought to herself. The headmaster's attention was quickly grasped by Starson's appearance. Her hair was a mess and her robes were askew. The girl was lucky that she was making quick work of fixing those problems because Scrimgeour was just seconds away from taking points away from her and even issuing an evening of detention. If only she had remembered the rule about when it was appropriate to speak. What a pity. "Five points from Gryffindor. Drop and give me twenty, Starson, for speaking without my permission to do so. Or you can run extra lap around the pitch in the morning. You decide." Quote: Originally Posted by SarcasticStrawberry Was in December yet? Sadly not, it was over a month before they would be free of this place for Christmas holiday. She didn’t know about the others but she was ready. Ninety nine percent of the time Juni did not want to go home for Christmas break, but this year she one hundred percent was ready to go home. As she headed into the Clock Tower Entrance where the lesson was being held. The location and time were a little off compared their normal times and location. She had bad feeling about this There wasn’t one clue around to make a guess about what the lesson was going to be about.. Lessons in other places other than an actual classroom often led to bad things happening. But the sixth year was going to stay positive all long as she could. She still hadn’t decided if a verbal greeting was a good idea or not for the defense professor. Today however she was risking it. ”Good evening, Headmaster.” As she passed through to the clock tower entrance. Not that there was a seat to stand by. So she walked out a bit turned to face the front or the front facing the headmaster. She stood still arms by her side. Yep this place had turned into a military school. Taking the risk to speak was unwise. Scrimgeour, almost without even having to think about it at this point, grunted and handed out a consequence to Primeaux for her lack of reason and adherence to one of his simplest rules and expectations. "You are not to speak without permission, Primeaux. Five points will be taken from Ravenclaw. You can drop and give me twenty or choose instead to make an extra lap around the pitch in the morning." And, yes, it was decided. He would be making a new school-wide rule very soon so that there was consistency across every subject. At the stroke of six o'clock, the sound of chiming echoed throughout the tower. Since they all were at the base of it, the chiming was significantly louder than what it would have been on the opposite side of the castle down on the first floor. Even though the noise was extremely loud and incredibly close, Scrimgeour simply stood there, standing still as ever, acting as if the chiming wasn't happening at all. The headmaster's focus was on the door the students had come through, looking to see who all, if anyone, decided that today would be a great day to arrive late. Once the chiming had ceased, the man took a moment to look out at the bodies that were standing before him. He didn't like how scattered and spread out they all were. That, though, was a minor problem he would be taking care of soon enough. "As you all can see, we are not gathered in the usual classroom setting, nor are we meeting at our usual class time," Scrimgeour began, hopefully stating the obvious to them. "Today's lesson requires us to be outside of the traditional classroom setting. In fact, it requires that we not even be in the castle. Soon we, under my supervision, will be leaving the shelter of the Clock Tower and venturing into the Forbidden Forest." He paused, his face very serious and demanding everyone's attention. "There is absolutely no room for disruptions today, and you must follow my instructions the instant they are given. Not doing so will result in severe consequences, which may not happen by my hand." The man did not care to elaborate on what he meant by that. If any of them decided to behave foolishly, they would learn their lesson the hard way. "Before we head down there for the main portion of today's lesson, I want to stress the importance of why you need to listen to instructions and be vigilant," he stated, his eyes honing in on students he knew were bound to be problematic. "So, enlighten me: What is one Dark creature that is known to or may reside within the forest, and what is one fact you know about that creature?" OOC: Thank you all for coming to the first role-played DADA lesson of the term! I appreciate those of you who have posted your characters already and hope you enjoy the lesson. If you haven't posted, please feel free to jump in at any time — just know that there will be consequences for a late arrival should you decide to have your student character show up late. To start of the lesson, Scrimgeour has asked everyone to share one Dark creature that they know or think lives in the forest in addition to one fact about the creature that they mentioned. You can respond to one or both parts, piggy-back off of someone, or elaborate on something someone said. Please, however, try to not repeat something someone said. Students will be expected to raise their hands and be given permission to speak. Please have your characters do so and just assume Scrimgeour called on them. The lesson will continue roughly 24 hours from now. __________________