The shutters have been drawn on the windows of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, leaving the room in partial darkness. As you enter, your footfalls click against the cold stone floor and echo against the cavernous ceiling. There is a noticeable chill to the room. The sparse lighting is dim; slivers of dreary light from the closed shutters interrupt the darkness and cast undefinable, unnerving shapes against the walls. A few flickering, melting candles hang by ornate wall sconces, their light dancing almost ritually against the wall, as if being lightly blown by an absent wind. The faint, eerie whine of a floorboard creaking peals out from somewhere near the front of the room. (is it just a floorboard? are you sure?) Grotesque photographs hang on the walls of the classroom, depicting images of malformed men and women suffering the effects of cruel, brutal curses. They writhe helplessly in pain, shrieking silently. Two rows of mahogany desks and benches line the walls, leaving a long, wide aisle empty for students and professor alike to walk through.

Several large wardrobes sit at the head of the class, the classroom’s regular dusty chalkboard moved to the side. Soft thumps and bumps echo about the room from no known source, often sounding like they are coming from above you—or right behind you. A chest sits at the top of the stairs to the professor’s office, rattling occasionally.

The professor is not yet apparent in the room. There is a note on the classroom board:

Please come in and take a seat at one of the desks... You may wish to avoid the darker corners, and instead choose to sit in the dead center of the room. After all... You never know what might be lurking in the shadows.

-- Prof. Kazimeriz

ooc: Please go ahead and RP yourself coming into the room; have fun with it, for you might've noticed it is a tad spookier in here than usual. I'll start the class in a little while and it will run for 2-3 days so every time zone can play. Thanks, Xana~