Claudine hadn’t slept well the night before. Her slightly darkened skin around the eyes proved that. Still, she wasn’t yawning at the moment lest the ‘Headmaster’ chose to give her a difficult time for it. She’d had enough difficult times in DADA before thanks to Trent, and could do without this continued fact. That didn’t mean she didn’t want Trent back however; she’d rather have him than this… idiot.

“Good morning,’’ was all the fifth year said when she entered the arena. A quick check told her that the setup basically remained the same, something that greatly comforted her. As was her habit during every lesson, she took up a spot a distance away from the front of the room.

Ashley was not happy to see the dummies. She had fought them without magic, and it wasn't fun. And knowing these neo-creepyalliance people or whatever words they used to replace morally bad person, they would probably be programmed to kill muggleborns or something. She nodded at the 'headmaster'. She didn't trust herself to not say something stupid, and although Ash was brave, she didn't want to die.

Curtis didn't get much sleep. Who would after last night? But with him, it was from forgetting to adjust his body clock from the summer to school time. He did head to bed early enough, but he felt conscious for six of those eight hours of sleep. Needless to say, he was walking at a slower pace, but he was here.

"Hello Headmaster." There was no emotion in Curtis' voice. He didn't sound happy but he didn't sound like this was the last place he wanted to be. It was calm and neutral as numb as he felt. It was weird to not have the original Headmaster, even if their dislike of each other was mutual, there was still.... you know what, it's too early to think right now. The longer he stood there the more awkward it felt.

After giving the man a curt nod he walked over near where Claudine was. At least someone he could trust nearby would make this lesson possible to tolerate. Possibly..

Bernadette did not want to be here. She was not feeling very well, having tossed and turned all night, worried about where the REAL Headmaster was, and what was going to happen to them, and what these bad guys were going to do with those forms they'd filled out at the feast, and would anyone even miss her if she died here at Hogwarts this year? Her parents had never once sent her a letter in all her years, not even that time when she'd been suspended from Beauxbatons. She was having a hard time NOT feeling sorry for herself and all her classmates as she trudged to the duelling arena and took up a post at the back.

Maybe if she said nothing and pretended not to exist, he wouldn't pick on her. Bernie DID read the board though, and it almost, ALMOST made her smile. So this Rosier guy also disliked Kinsay James???? Imagine that. They had a common enemy. How long would THIS last?

How on earth could anyone have slept after seeing the sight of the common room? At least, the Hufflepuff's room had looked as if a tornado had gone through it. Had the Neo's been trying to find something? And if so, what?

Upon entering the duelling arena, the Hufflepuff took a quick look around before his eyes landed on the blackboard. Kinsay James... A Gryffindor right? Shouldn't he be fair and write down all Gryffindors instead of only just one? Then again the Headmaster probably did not even know the definition of fair...

"Good morning Headmaster Rosier" he greeted him and he thanked Merlin in his head that his voice had not wavered because he was still terrified. Not wanting to show his back, as he did NOT trust him, Minjae decided to stand near the front.

Keep your enemies close and all that. Literally.

Avalon was exhausted. Between the tossing and turning and relentless searching through the common room for some way to communicate with the outside world last night, she had probably only dozed off for a few minutes. Bleary-eyed and defeated, the Ravenclaw made her way to Defense Against the Dark Arts. She squared her shoulders a bit before entering the classroom, not wanting the new headmaster to think she was weak or afraid.

"Hello, Headmaster Rosier," she said curtly before taking in the room. More dummies. A rather unfortunate flashback to detention last year.

A quick glance at her peers proved that most of them didn't get any sleep either. At least they were all going through this together.

As she walked down the corridor and toward class, Delilah blinked a little to try and wake herself up. As she'd lied in bed last night, she'd stared at the ceiling, her heart pounding, until she'd fallen asleep at who-knew-what time. Oddly enough, her heart was pounding again, because now she was just terrified at whatever awaited them.

She followed behind some Hufflepuff boy (DuckyLinJi) and entered the arena just after he did. She had no idea who the professor really was or where the real Headmaster was, but she decided it was in her best interest to just say whatever the Hufflepuff boy did. "Hello, Headmaster Rosier," she said. So she had changed it up a little bit, but it was basically the same thing. Sounded safe enough.

She glanced at the chalkboard. Well, he didn't need to worry about that first one. She was pretty much terrified to say anything to anybody at this point. Also, who was Kinsay James? As she wondered this, she ventured further into the room and took a place kind of in the thick of the others. Maybe nothing could happen to her if she was surrounded by other kids.

Sleep? AhahaAHAHAHAhahaha.

Like Adam could SLEEP after being literally TORTURED in front of his entire house yesterday!

Yes, Adam was feeling better, his embarrassment having melted to ANGER overnight. He was still unbelievably sore from whatever that man had done to him, and he couldn't lift his arms very high above his head, which didn't bode well for a class that focused on DEFENSE. He also had bruises on his...ahem...rear end from falling out his chair violently, and his feet had been numb up until this morning. So he was making progress at least? He had bags under his eyes and his baby blues were puffy from crying all night, but thankfully he'd had enough foresight to stop by Healer Recard and get a few things to help with the pain and his appearance prior to heading to class. He had to at least put on a brave face, yes?

He had certainly learned to keep his mouth shut at least for the time being because he obviously didn't learn THAT much and looked up at the Headmaster as he entered, keeping a straight face. "Good morning Headmaster," he told him curtly before taking a spot. Thank Merlin the Headmaster wasn't the one who had hurt him - if he'd walked in and seen that man who had sent that spell at him he probably would have turned around and left. It was a miracle he was here at all, to be honest - he'd certainly debated not showing up today.

Aww, why was he singling out Kinsay? That was RUDE.

Kale hadn’t slept all night. Or, well, not since he had come to after CECELIA SUMMERS STUPEFIED HIM. (Talk about a shocker. You think you know people...) But that bit of rest had been the only reprieve in the whole horrific night. Magic-induced knockouts didn’t mean he was well rested.

The fifth year was scared and angry and near sick with worry. And when he saw what lesson he had first, all of that welled up in him again. What was he supposed to do?? Go to the class of that man that might have—nopE. He wasn’t going to entertain that thought. Nuh uh. Nope.

UGH! He couldn’t stand to be in the same room as any of these bullies. Yet, this guy was the worst. He had spent the better part of a year parading as his Dad, lying, making him believe the worst about his own father.

OH HO HO. IF HE WAS GOOD AT MAGIC. OH MAN. IT WOULD’VE BEEN OVER FOR THESE FOOLS.

And he was so sustained on his anger, so ready to fight, that when he walked into the classroom he thought he might throw his shoe at the head of the Headmaster. Which is precisely what he did.

This man was testing Phoebe James OUT OF THE GATE. Not just his dumb smug face, but he wrote something rude on the board about baby Kizzy? He was lucky that Phoebe was practicing her zen today. Calm and cool and collected and perfectly zen. She wouldn't rise to his bait. Yet. Hopefully.

"Good day, Mr. Rosier. It's a beautiful day for learning, isn't it?" She had spent a long time trying to look bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning, especially challenging with no mirrors available. So a huge Phoebe smile was particularly sparkly and disturbing.

Quinn trudged into the room, the circles under his eyes darker than you would expect on an 11-year-old. He sat on that sofa in the common room all night, hugging his knees up to his chin. He dozed off occasionally, but never stayed asleep for long. He wanted to go home. For once, he missed the drabness of his home life.

"Hello, Headmaster," Quinn said, but his voice came out hollow and tired. He glanced around the room, recognizing Avalon, Ashley and the girl from the Owl Post (Claudine). He decided to stand near Avalon—they had met at the feast, and she is the would-be Ravenclaw Prefect, whereas the girl from the Owl Post was standing near an older boy who looked pretty intimidating, and Ash was a little intimidating herself. "Good morning." Quinn's voice was so small, it was practically nonexistent.

Breath. Just breath, she thought as she walked into the arena for her first Defence Against the Dark arts lesson of the year, her eyes instantly drawn towards the hulking figure of their new Headmaster. Her dark, puffy eyes instantly shot down towards the floor as she walked straight past him towards the other students, her words mumbled in hope that he would simply choose to ignore her and not single her out at all. “Good morning Headmaster Rosier”. Even now, she couldn’t even bring herself to be rude to the new headmaster although this time, it most likely came down to fear.

As she headed over, her eyes did briefly touch the chalk board and for a moment, confusion froze her to the spot as she saw the name of one of her friends (Kinsay) on the chalk board. Did Kinsay usually chatter? Ingrid had certainly never gotten that impression from her fellow second year.

It wasn’t until her eyes moved away from the chalk board and over to her twin though that Ingrid finally moved from the spot she had stood frozen on though, her legs now carrying her within a few feet of her brother. It took all of her might to not sit stand right in front of him and protect him somehow but she knew full well Adam would absolutely hate her for it so instead, she stood closish by, ready to jump in front of him if he said anything stupid again like he did in the Great Hall.

Moose walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts no different from how he normally did. Perpetual scowl on his face and general disdain that this was one of his weakest subjects, but he still showed same as he did all last year.

The words the Headmaster told him last term hung in the back of his head when he went running to him to let him leave Hogwarts because Kinsay had told him he didn't have to be here if he didn't want to.

But was that the Headmaster then, or was it this One who had told him if he left it would make him a danger to the Wizarding World. From his point of view The Headmaster, and his Neo-Alliance were a danger to his parents. Was what he said a lie then? Leaving the school was no longer an option though. This Man made it clear during the feast.

"Good Morning, Headmaster Rosier" Moose spoke to the Head-Melting-Master as he took his place among the other students.

Had she thought about not coming to class? Absolutely, but Gracelyn had also come to the conclusion that she’d have been forcibly dragged to the DADA classroom if she’d balked. Therefore, she had shown up at the classroom right on time, shadows under her eyes the only evidence that she had in fact not slept well. Knowing people had gone through all her belongings wasn’t exactly conducive to a good night’s rest, besides the fact that the feast wouldn’t have done it either. Anyone who could sleep during this wasn’t to be trusted. Or they were one of his people.

“Good morning,” was all she said, as she chose a position in the arena, somewhere near both Kale and Phoebe. Inwardly flinching as the former had, well, acted. Otherwise, her face had stayed relatively emotionless. Anything to stay safe and sane, as she’d also been going over the things she’d learned from the summer dueling league in her head. Distractions.

Coby Rider-Mae had not slept a wink last night (perhaps napped two hours, at most) and he was dragging his feet into the classroom. This was.. really happening. He hadn't been able to hope it had been a bad dream because for it to be a dream you really needed to sleep and Coby.. hadn't slept.

He paused by the door as he looked at the classroom. One thing he couldn't figure out was why Headmaster Rosier - he flinched at the name even in his head - was even bothering to teach them. Didn't he have his nefarious activities? Why run Hogwarts? Most of their parents will just come here when they figure it out anyway, why not sit and wait for them to show up?

He noticed the chalkboard first, and his heart sank. He knew Kinsay. Then his heart sped up and he looked around for Kinsay's sister, which was when Coby saw Kinsay's sister's friend Kale Trent... throw a shoe. At Headmaster Rosier.

Coby really wanted to panic, but instead he VERY quickly shuffled to stand somewhere in the vicinity Phoebe James. Kinsay's sister. Who, Coby noticed with wide eyes, looked kind of amazing. Not the usual amazing but the amazing-that-stands-out-when-there's-a-DARK-WIZARD-acting-as-Headmaster kind of amazing. That amazing. So Coby stood. And momentarily gaped. And almost forgot that the real headmaster's son had thrown a SHOE at the DARK WIZARD. He felt immediate pain in his neck as he whipped his head around to watch the result of that, flicking his wand out of its holster and into his hand. Just in case.

He barely slept. After tidying up the Common Room and trying to make it a little lighter, the boy had tried to catch some sleep but it escaped him. Nonetheless, he had risen on time to get to his classes.

However, he was feeling slightly more awake for this class. Perhaps it was his subconscious telling him that he ought to pay attention because Trent wouldn't be teaching it and the NEW headmaster would be. Maybe they were all going to be initiated today? How exciting. He rolled his eyes at the thought before walking into the arena.

The message that the new Headmaster and DADA Prof had left did bring a slight eyebrow raise from the boy. Wow. He was already getting to know the names of certain students.... Scary. Look at it, Kinsay James, one of the younger years had gotten a shout out already... That didn't look good. He kept his facial expression neutral, knowing that he was stepping into enemy territory. He had to be polite even if the Headmaster was leading a hysterical cult.

"Good Morning Headmaster," he said with a curt, respectable nod before making his way towards Minjae.... who was at the front of the classroom. The Gryffindor didn't have far too walk. "Morning." He'd have to one off with Minjae after class. Best to be on their best behaviour for now.

Mamie was pretty sure she had slept some. Overslept, even. She hadn't bothered to redo her braids, which were somewhat disheveled after tossing and turning. She had barely eaten breakfast, either, so she was tired, and hungry. And now she had to go to the class taught by the fake headmaster.

Still, she would be polite. Since the scary fake headmaster had previously been the normal headmaster...she assumed all the being a stickler for tardiness and manners still applied. "Good morning, sir," she said briskly before looking around for where to go.

She took a spot next to that Gryffindor who had tried to drown her (Bernie). After Ashley had explained the whole ghost possession thing, Mamie figured she'd forgive the girl. She noddded at her but didn't initiate any incessant chatter. She was too grumpy for that anyway.

Nem had slept just as well as ever.

There had been a bit of turning over thoughts in their head, but no more than usual, and once they'd come to something of a conclusion it had been sinister sweet dreams, goodnight Vienna. Now they were up, prepared for the day, ready to see what was what.

They were, however, much quieter than usual - and Nem, while quick with a quip and often ready for conversation, was not a chatterbox to begin with - and continued that trend now, checking which way the wind was blowing, as it were.

Eggs and baskets, you know. Eggs and baskets.

Defence Against the Dark Arts first, as usual. It wasn't like they were getting a new professor either, it was still the Big Man, just out in the open now. It might be interesting to see how his methods might change, now that he didn't have anything to hide.

Enter Nemesis. Regretfully not first; was everyone really so eager to be here, or had they figured out it was dead stupid to show up late, or not at all. Well, whatever. Hopefully they'd not missed anything good.

"Good morning, Headmaster Rosier," Nem greeted the Big Man, in much the same tone as usual. Pleasant. Courteous. Ready to learn.

Speaking of... no. No. Plenty of time for all that. Today was for watching and listening. Nem found a place and waited for class to get going, keeping a close eye on... well, on everything.

Kinsay James was usually the first up in her dormitory on any normal day. She was a morning person through and through. Mornings were the best. Morning lessons were even better. And breakfast was the best and most important meal of the whole day, so she liked to get there early.

But today wasn’t any normal day.

Today she felt like a zombie, having tossed and turned all night. The only thing that got her through it was the best friend cuddles. Kizzy made sure to thank all her lucky stars for sharing a dormitory with Emm. It was the only good thing about Hogwarts this year.

As she made her way to class, she found herself stopping immediately outside of the doorway having seen a shoe fly into the air. UM. Um. Um. Her stomach ache was already in full force. When the coast was clear she SCURRIED inside to stand next to her sister and Matty’s older brother with the pretty jawline (hi brother-in-law).

All was a normal level of terrible until she looked up to notice the board. And before she could stop herself, Kizzy found herself declaring in protest, ”Hey! I’m NOT incessant! I’m NOT!” He was lying! He was lying in front of everybody! "Phoebe, he's making it up! I'm not incessant. I'm not." Everybody saw. Everybody saw her name on the board.

Not sleeping much wasn't exactly fun, but also, by the time the sun was coming up, Ivy felt like she got a second wind, or something like that. She probably wouldn't have been able to sleep even if she'd wanted to at that point. And a small amount of an appetite had returned, so she'd forced herself to have a bit of toast for breakfast.

Hopefully she could maintain this for the rest of the day. If she could wait until she was done with lessons and back in the common room before collapsing, that would be nice.

Or maybe she didn't need sleep at all! Who needed sleep?

This being the first lesson they had was not ideal, but...at least it meant it'd be over sooner. That was the only bright spot right now. If they could just make it through...

Uh. Wait, maybe the lack of sleep WAS getting to her because... Had... Had Kale just thrown his shoe at the evil Not!Headmaster? She had just entered the classroom behind a couple other students and...

Maybe she was imagining things and she probably wasn't thinking straight but her wand was in her hand and she was saying, "Accio shoe," before her brain caught up with her movements.

Muddled as her mind was, she wasn't sure her aim was accurate or if her casting was quick or strong enough - especially since most of her knowledge of the spell was currently more theoretical from seeing her parents use it than using it herself - so it was probably a futile effort. But maybe sometimes you had to at least try to stop a classmate from possibly angering a scary evil guy, yeah? It would be better for everyone if that was not a thing that happened.

Despite her best efforts, Eden walked into her first-ever magical lesson much less put together than she'd have liked. And manic from sleeping 0 hours and 00 minutes in the past 24 hours. There weren't any mirrors in Ravenclaw tower for her to do her hair cute and her neatly pressed uniform had been crumpled up by whoever INVADED their dorm last night, and arriving with wrinkles in her shirt soured her mood big time. Honestly, it irritated her more than the hostile takeover.

Whatever. DADA would probably be the most important class to pay attention in if they were to ever try and get rid of the jerks running this place. If she wasn't used as a prop to demonstrate something horrible, that is. She kept a straight face as she greeted her teacher with a flat "Hello, Headmaster Rosier."

Now she needed to find a place to put herself. The short redhead looked around for a place she could stand and be quiet without having to talk to anybody yet or looking standoffish. Maybe by somebody she didn't know. She didn't look for long though before she saw something fly into the air ( a shoe??) and immediately went straight to stand closer to the nearest person (beside Nemesis). She didn't want any of Rosier's attention and chose to remain silent instead of introducing herself.

Atlas had not slept a wink. Any time he had come even remotely close, simply from pure emotional and physical exhaustion, the voice of the Neo-Alliance member who had pulled him away from Aries after the feet had struck him like a bludger to the head. '...remember what Rosier said, we won't lose any sleep over you lot, and the same goes for him. We can snuff his life out in a heartbeat. Would it really be worth putting that father of yours in danger just because you didn't fall into line...' Of course, he had opened his bed to Aries so Aries wouldn't have to feel so alone at night. He was considerate like that, Atlas. Absolutely nothing to do with him wanting someone close to him so the bed didn't swallow him whole with his thoughts. He hadn't even been able to stomach breakfast so much...though he had tried after checking in with Quinn to see how his new friend was doing. A couple of bites of toast counted, right? Even if it had scratched terribly on the way down and his mouth was still dry because he couldn't bother with his orange juice.

Determined not to red shirt, Atlas was taking these words to heard and he was muttering to himself 'just fall in line' over and over again to himself as he approached the dueling area...where he would have to face Rosier...and there was a certain dread in knowing that the man knew precisely who Atlas was. And Aries. And Andromeda. Mustering what little bout of courage he had in his twiggy 11-year-old body, the first year stepped into the classroom fully prepared to greet Rosier politely and with a militaristic beat to his tone...when his jaw dropped and eyes widened.

The handsome older boy with the great hair and nerves of stupid steel...was here. In the room. In the flesh. Not even remotely translucent. And with only one shoe on.

"You...you....YOU'RE ALIVE?!" he shouted, unable to mask the elation his heart felt knowing he had not witnessed death. He really was not ready to see thestrals yet, you know? "I thought...I thought they had killed you!" He kind of wanted to go over and hug the older boy...so he did...partly to confirm he actually was solid and warm and breathing ... and also because he had absolutely forgotten himself and about keeping his head down and because he absolutely 100% understood the pain the older Gryffindor was going through. Because the Flamsteeds were feeling it too, with their own dad. So his little string bean arms were moving around the boy, hugging him from the side and kind of also from behind. "...what happened to your sho--"

Rosier. Was right there.

And suddenly Atlas' arms unlatched from not-so-lil Tren and he jumped backwards as though the fifth year were made of hot coals.

"I...I..."

He was NOT going to pee himself in his trousers again. He was NOT. He only had so many pairs to go through and the house elves were not his personal laundry service.

"I'm sorry...Headmaster Rosier." It HURT to call him that. "Won't...won't happen again!"

Cal hadn't gotten much sleep last night, the dorm had felt awfully big and full of scary shadows after spending his entire life sleeping in his cozy yellow bedroom with his mammy and dad right down the hall from him. Whenever he had managed to doze off he'd quickly woken from another nightmare where he was back in the Great Hall and everything was happening all over again.

But he hadn't dared show up late to class, so he had followed someone who looked like they knew what they were doing and tiptoed into class, please don't notice me.
G-Good Morning, sir. Cal managed in barely more than a whisper when he saw who would be teaching them.

It would be okay, he told himself, it would be okay if he just kept quiet and followed the rules. This was fine and not scary at all.

She hadn’t slept. Cecelia was actually wondering how sleep was supposed to be a thing anymore with everything going on, but she supposed exhaustion would eventually take over and help with that. She hoped so, anyway.

Feeling sick at the sight of Rosier, the fifth year nodded curtly and went to find herself a place near the back of the group, avoiding eye contact with her friends. She still felt awful about Kale and she wasn’t sure she could face anger from the others right now, too. Cecelias could be fragile things, you know.