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There’s nothing spectacular about the classroom as you walk in today. No charms to make it entirely unrecognisable and no creatures likely to threaten your very feeling of safety. What is present is the decorations hung in jolly fashion in light of the festive season.
The desks are lined in neat rows, awaiting the arrival of their occupants. On the board reads a sign that says: “Drop your homework in the box before taking your seat”. The box in question sits on Headmaster Trent’s desk and perched against the edge of the desk is the Headmaster himself.
Did you remember your essay? All 24 inches of it?
To one corner, there is a pile of unknown things, stacked and covered by cloth. Those are of no concern for now. Come on in and prepare for the afternoon’s lesson.
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Ever since the non-verbal lesson start of term, Eiji had found himself progressively more and more frustrated with Defense Against the Dark Arts. Mostly because he did not like being in a environment where he did not excel. It was an uncomfortable reminder. And he had made absolutely no progress with non-verbals. None.
Maybe he didn't need non-verbals after all.
.....who was he kidding, yes he did.
Entering the classroom a bit cautiously, the fourth year took quick notice of the note on the board and dropped his essay off - all 24 inches, precisely. Though his handwriting was rather small. As usual, the Slytherin merely bowed his head in polite acknowledgement before moving to find himself a seat at one of the desks and eyed the holiday directions.
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Having spend hours of practising non-verbal spells in the duelling arena. minus the time he accidently hit Rylee with a hex which he still felt guilyy over Dorian was very pleased with his progress. He had managed to perform the diffindo spell non-verbally and he couldn't be happier.
He turned his bag to his front and pulled out his essay as he entered the classroom. Was it longer than 24 inches? Of course. Was it still a surprise? As he held it at the ready, he looked around. He wasn't going to be the only one who was suspicious about the lack of....unsafety right?
The lights were cool though.
"Hello Headmaster" he greeted with a polite nod and small smile before he dropped his essay in the box. Turning around, he walked over to a desk on the second row and sat down. After he had placed his lesson material neatly on his desk, he pulled out a crossword puzzle book and continued it from the page he had started during breakfast.
Rhett followed behind a Ravenclaw sixth year, too focused on surveying the classroom to notice he was following a liiiiittttttle too closely. He noticed his close proximity before he collided with the older boy. Things certainly looked different in this room, but surely, just surely he wouldn't die in class...right?!
Digging his essay out of his book bag, Rhett tried to keep an eye on his surroundings, normally he wasn't the one of the first in a class to arrive and it almost made him even more suspicious than normal. Where was everyone else? Where was Cassidy? Regardless, Rhett was ready to get rid of the 24.5 inches of essay he had finally completed. He was d. o. n. e. with it. He approached the front of the room to turn it in, and flashed a hopeful smile up at the Headmaster. Hello, Headmaster, sir.
Where is Cassidy? She's going to be late...and I'm not going to explain what she missed...well, unless there some chocolate frogs involved at least. Rhett thought to himself as he took his seat.
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The classroom almost seemed normal to Drewett the moment he entered. Like it would be yet another day of lectures and possibly theories. He didn't mind those, though. He actually enjoyed theories as much as he liked learning new spells and practicing non-verbals. The nerd in him, honestly. "Good day, headmaster..." he greeted the man.
Briefly skimming the words on the board, the Ravenclaw made his way to the front of the classroom and dropped his homework into the box as instructed. Drewett tried his very best to fit at least two sentences in so his homework would be precisely 24 inches, no more no less. He'd made his handwriting smaller than his usual too, but still readable enough. Hopefully. There was just so much knowledge he wanted to fit in an essay, you see.
After that, he went to his usual seat on the second row of desks. Not too close for it to be panic-inducing if anything suspicious came out of those covered stacks of Merlin knows what. But also not too far for him to not see things in 'high definition'.
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Rylee entered the classroom quietly looking every which way before going any further than the doorway. What she was searching for went unknown but it may have one of several things. Acromantula for one thing or possibly a rough spell. All things one would like to keep an eye out for.
Finding things relatively safe looking the fifth year made her way towards an empty desk pausing briefly when she caught sight of the board. Her essay. Right. She had that. All 24 inches of it written in her clear neat writing as per usual for her. Carefully taking that out of the bag that was hung over her shoulder, Rylee set it into the box on the Headmasters desk. "Good afternoon, Headmaster." She smiled softly at the man before turning to find a seat this time.
Spotting Dorian she gave him a little smile to show she wasn't upset with the incident that had occurred in the duelling arena. Where she choose to sit however was beside Drew. "Hey, Drew." She smiled lightly than turning her attention to taking out her things for the lesson.
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Austin walked into the class room. It was the afternoon sooo it was a bit warmer but not by much. He smiled at the headmaster/professor.
"Afternoon headmaster," he said. He was getting this talking thing down pretty good..
Analiese shuffled silently into the classroom and grabbed a seat at the very front of the classroom. She dropped her bag by the desk and took out her homework. She measured it one last time using a ruler she carried around for no reason in particular. It was 32 inches. Her handwriting was miniscule as well, but still readable. She lay the essay down inside the box and returned to her desk. Analiese sat down and unloaded the necessary equipment from her bag. She pulled out her sketchbook from her pocket and thought of something to draw. Her drawings were creatures and beasts normally. There was the odd observational drawing or two.
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There might not have been anything spectacular about the Defense Classroom, but Maeve Walsh was in positively high spirits that afternoon. Why, do you ask? It was just a couple weeks until the Christmas Holiday and two, it was just a month and a day until she would be a legal witch in the wizarding world. Not to mention, the earlier lesson this term on non-verbals had gotten the sixth year's wheels turning. Even if she wasn't a fan of the sports aspect.
Homework? Her face fell for a moment. Did she remember her essay? Did she do her essay? Setting her backpack on a desk near the door, she rummaged through quickly scanning through her parchments in there. There was a homework assignment there - was it the correct one? Who knew? Regardless it was related to Defense and her name was on it, so she dropped it in the box.
Giving an acknowledgement to the Headmaster, she took her seat, and waited
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Did Lucas remember his essay?
Yes. Unfortunately. It came with vivid memories of the previous night, where he stayed up as much as possible to try and get it up to 24 inches. He was sure he'd waffled on and talked about one point longer than he should've but..... Trent wouldn't know, right?
Right. Yeah.
The third year entered the classroom and immediately dumped the essay into the box. No offence, Headmaster, he was just glad it was DONE. Speaking of, he gave the man a small smile before saying, "Hey, Headmaster. I like the festivities." They could scream today, right?
(He was probably still going to scream)
Walking over to a spare seat, he gave the classroom a quick once-over.
A normal-looking room? That was...... weird.
Finally - a class she actually looked forward to! Avalon liked Headmaster Trent's hands-on teach style, and she always found his lessons to be interesting. She just hoped that today's seminar lesson would be a little less eventful than the last one, taking into account the appearance of the shrieking house elf. "Hello, Headmaster," she said with a smile as she dropped her parchment into the box. It was a bit longer than 24 inches, but she couldn't help herself. She really enjoyed writing about this topic. Avalon took a seat, glancing over at the strange heap in the corner of the classroom. Now what would that be?
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Daisy entered the classroom and gazed at the decorations that adorned the room. Daisy had completed her essay a few days ago and was pleased with the fact that she had managed to compose exactly 24 inches. "Good day, Headmaster," she greeted with a slightly tired smile as she placed her homework in the box provided. Daisy then sat down in one of the seats in the middle row. Hopefully, her mind had retained the information that she had read about regarding dark wizards. Being NEWT year, her studies were beginning to etiolate her.
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The classroom was in a much more festive mood than the man stood at the front. He hadn't forgotten the little run in with the acromantulas out on the grounds--how could he??--and it left him unsettled. To say Malachi was relieved most of the students would be going home for the Christmas was an understatement. With the castle nearly empty, it would be easier for him to get a better look into things. It meant less time at home with his family but when you had giant spiders crossing the grounds because of a "danger" then...well...it was worth it.
SPOILER!!: Replies
SPOILER!!: Rasting
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
Ever since the non-verbal lesson start of term, Eiji had found himself progressively more and more frustrated with Defense Against the Dark Arts. Mostly because he did not like being in a environment where he did not excel. It was an uncomfortable reminder. And he had made absolutely no progress with non-verbals. None.
Maybe he didn't need non-verbals after all.
.....who was he kidding, yes he did.
Entering the classroom a bit cautiously, the fourth year took quick notice of the note on the board and dropped his essay off - all 24 inches, precisely. Though his handwriting was rather small. As usual, the Slytherin merely bowed his head in polite acknowledgement before moving to find himself a seat at one of the desks and eyed the holiday directions.
His attention was momentarily drawn by the first of several students to enter the classroom. Rasting. Quiet boy that one. He returned the polite nod, lifting the parchment from the box to get a quick look at it. There wasn't a moment's doubt as to whether the Slytherin had done the homework correctly, just a nervous tick while he tried to ignore the sinking feeling that something terrible was coming.
Looked good to him. The handwriting was smaller than his eyes would appreciate but this was an issue he anticipated with many of his students. It wasn't something he wasn't prepared for.
SPOILER!!: Katharos
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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi
Having spend hours of practising non-verbal spells in the duelling arena. minus the time he accidently hit Rylee with a hex which he still felt guilyy over Dorian was very pleased with his progress. He had managed to perform the diffindo spell non-verbally and he couldn't be happier.
He turned his bag to his front and pulled out his essay as he entered the classroom. Was it longer than 24 inches? Of course. Was it still a surprise? As he held it at the ready, he looked around. He wasn't going to be the only one who was suspicious about the lack of....unsafety right?
The lights were cool though.
"Hello Headmaster" he greeted with a polite nod and small smile before he dropped his essay in the box. Turning around, he walked over to a desk on the second row and sat down. After he had placed his lesson material neatly on his desk, he pulled out a crossword puzzle book and continued it from the page he had started during breakfast.
"Katharos." This was one of the ones he liked for the simplest of reasons. The boy got his work done, kept his head down and was for the most part dependable. Not a disruption in his lessons by any means and while not the best at the subject, certainly hard working.
Like with Rasting's homework, he fished Katharos's from the box next just to give it a quick look over. Had to make sure it was in order and there was still time before the lesson began.
SPOILER!!: Burke
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Originally Posted by QueenGinger
Rhett followed behind a Ravenclaw sixth year, too focused on surveying the classroom to notice he was following a liiiiittttttle too closely. He noticed his close proximity before he collided with the older boy. Things certainly looked different in this room, but surely, just surely he wouldn't die in class...right?!
Digging his essay out of his book bag, Rhett tried to keep an eye on his surroundings, normally he wasn't the one of the first in a class to arrive and it almost made him even more suspicious than normal. Where was everyone else? Where was Cassidy? Regardless, Rhett was ready to get rid of the 24.5 inches of essay he had finally completed. He was d. o. n. e. with it. He approached the front of the room to turn it in, and flashed a hopeful smile up at the Headmaster. Hello, Headmaster, sir.
Where is Cassidy? She's going to be late...and I'm not going to explain what she missed...well, unless there some chocolate frogs involved at least. Rhett thought to himself as he took his seat.
It wasn't more than a second after he'd replaced a parchment of homework into the box that he watched the next First Year to enter the room get onto a near collision course with Katharos. It was good on him to have caught himself--not that it would have caused any sort of serious problem. An inconvenience at most.
"Burke." The Headmaster replied in greeting. The hopeful smile as the boy turned in his homework also didn't go unnoticed. "Think you've got yourself a real winner with this one?" The homework he meant. If the kid felt even a little confident about turning it in then it meant it was likely to give him less headaches
SPOILER!!: Slinkhard
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Originally Posted by Kimothy
The classroom almost seemed normal to Drewett the moment he entered. Like it would be yet another day of lectures and possibly theories. He didn't mind those, though. He actually enjoyed theories as much as he liked learning new spells and practicing non-verbals. The nerd in him, honestly. "Good day, headmaster..." he greeted the man.
Briefly skimming the words on the board, the Ravenclaw made his way to the front of the classroom and dropped his homework into the box as instructed. Drewett tried his very best to fit at least two sentences in so his homework would be precisely 24 inches, no more no less. He'd made his handwriting smaller than his usual too, but still readable enough. Hopefully. There was just so much knowledge he wanted to fit in an essay, you see.
After that, he went to his usual seat on the second row of desks. Not too close for it to be panic-inducing if anything suspicious came out of those covered stacks of Merlin knows what. But also not too far for him to not see things in 'high definition'.
"I hope it'll be, Slinkhard, I really do." It was all well and good to say "good day" but ensuring the day was actually a good one was another thing entirely. To its credit, no new creatures had popped up and there wasn't another Toddles scare so it could have been a good day but Malachi had already hit "the sky is falling" mode following the man eating spiders incident and it made it just a little harder to think any day was a "good day".
SPOILER!!: Prichard
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Originally Posted by Kolyander
Rylee entered the classroom quietly looking every which way before going any further than the doorway. What she was searching for went unknown but it may have one of several things. Acromantula for one thing or possibly a rough spell. All things one would like to keep an eye out for.
Finding things relatively safe looking the fifth year made her way towards an empty desk pausing briefly when she caught sight of the board. Her essay. Right. She had that. All 24 inches of it written in her clear neat writing as per usual for her. Carefully taking that out of the bag that was hung over her shoulder, Rylee set it into the box on the Headmasters desk. "Good afternoon, Headmaster." She smiled softly at the man before turning to find a seat this time.
Spotting Dorian she gave him a little smile to show she wasn't upset with the incident that had occurred in the duelling arena. Where she choose to sit however was beside Drew. "Hey, Drew." She smiled lightly than turning her attention to taking out her things for the lesson.
Despite everything, the Headmaster found a small, amused smile playing on his lips at the sight of the Gryffindor and her initial apprehension upon entering the classroom. He couldn't say he blamed her-- couldn't blame any of them that came to class in full on caution really. It was nice to know they were taking something from his lessons, even if the only thing they took was to never drop their guard.
"Prichard." Another responsible one who handed in homework ontime. The man thought nothing of her dropping her parchment in with the others. It would have been strange if she hadn't.
SPOILER!!: Spencer
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Originally Posted by 2111jen
Austin walked into the class room. It was the afternoon sooo it was a bit warmer but not by much. He smiled at the headmaster/professor.
"Afternoon headmaster," he said. He was getting this talking thing down pretty good..
"Afternoon, Spencer." The boy's efforts were not lost on him. The Headmaster remembered the start of term and his apprehension when it came to talking. Spencer was by no means in line to give a speech or host an event but he was now talking and that was a promising start. Promising enough to make an owl home to his parents unnecessary.
Like with a few of the other parchments turned in, Malachi picked up the one the boy dropped in the box. He gave it a once over, checking the basic structure before replacing it in the box. No thorough reading would take place until later on.
SPOILER!!: Allanach-Senchuri
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Originally Posted by SneakySeverusSnape
Analiese shuffled silently into the classroom and grabbed a seat at the very front of the classroom. She dropped her bag by the desk and took out her homework. She measured it one last time using a ruler she carried around for no reason in particular. It was 32 inches. Her handwriting was miniscule as well, but still readable. She lay the essay down inside the box and returned to her desk. Analiese sat down and unloaded the necessary equipment from her bag. She pulled out her sketchbook from her pocket and thought of something to draw. Her drawings were creatures and beasts normally. There was the odd observational drawing or two.
Then she noticed the covered table. Interesting.
That...was not 24 inches.
Malachi lifted the parchment from the box, choosing to ignore the way the girl entirely ignored him. A simple "good afternoon" would have sufficed. She'd been the only one to give no acknowledgement at all and he may have called her out if he wasn't busy scanning the assignment she'd handed in. Longer than asked for and with smaller handwriting. He....would have a lot of reading ahead of him.
Lovely. One might ask why the man gave homework if he didn't like correcting it after. The answer was too glaringly obvious to warrant any sort of explanation.
SPOILER!!: Walsh
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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising
There might not have been anything spectacular about the Defense Classroom, but Maeve Walsh was in positively high spirits that afternoon. Why, do you ask? It was just a couple weeks until the Christmas Holiday and two, it was just a month and a day until she would be a legal witch in the wizarding world. Not to mention, the earlier lesson this term on non-verbals had gotten the sixth year's wheels turning. Even if she wasn't a fan of the sports aspect.
Homework? Her face fell for a moment. Did she remember her essay? Did she do her essay? Setting her backpack on a desk near the door, she rummaged through quickly scanning through her parchments in there. There was a homework assignment there - was it the correct one? Who knew? Regardless it was related to Defense and her name was on it, so she dropped it in the box.
Giving an acknowledgement to the Headmaster, she took her seat, and waited
Carrying on the trend of glancing over the parchments that were turned in, Malachi reached next for Walsh's to have a look. He expected to see, more or less, the same types of words and formatting as appeared on the others but when he didn't it caused him to take a proper look.
"Walsh...?" He held the parchment out for her to see. "What....is this?"
SPOILER!!: Dakest
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Originally Posted by hermionesclone
Did Lucas remember his essay?
Yes. Unfortunately. It came with vivid memories of the previous night, where he stayed up as much as possible to try and get it up to 24 inches. He was sure he'd waffled on and talked about one point longer than he should've but..... Trent wouldn't know, right?
Right. Yeah.
The third year entered the classroom and immediately dumped the essay into the box. No offence, Headmaster, he was just glad it was DONE. Speaking of, he gave the man a small smile before saying, "Hey, Headmaster. I like the festivities." They could scream today, right?
(He was probably still going to scream)
Walking over to a spare seat, he gave the classroom a quick once-over.
A normal-looking room? That was...... weird.
Ah Dakest. Entertaining kid this one. Perhaps, today given the topic at hand, less entertaining but in general the sort to have around......and watch out for in times of actual crisis because the kid seemed the sort to die no matter how much you insisted he refrain from such ill-advised action. Today wasn't the sort of lesson that would warrant any of that and it was something he figured the boy would appreciate so this time he'd forgo any warnings about screaming.
"Glad someone appreciates them. Thought the class could use a bit of Christmas cheer even with the day's topic."
Nothing terrible. It was all rather passable but everything looked better with fairy lights and thistle.
SPOILER!!: Sinclair
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Originally Posted by Fireheart
Finally - a class she actually looked forward to! Avalon liked Headmaster Trent's hands-on teach style, and she always found his lessons to be interesting. She just hoped that today's seminar lesson would be a little less eventful than the last one, taking into account the appearance of the shrieking house elf. "Hello, Headmaster," she said with a smile as she dropped her parchment into the box. It was a bit longer than 24 inches, but she couldn't help herself. She really enjoyed writing about this topic. Avalon took a seat, glancing over at the strange heap in the corner of the classroom. Now what would that be?
"Sinclair." The Headmaster returned evenly. He glanced over at the clock while the young girl made her way to the front to hand in her assignment. It was nearly time for the lesson to begin.
He reached for her parchment. After seeing Walsh's, the man was all the more convinced he would need to be checking them. This one....seemed to be on the right track. How on track was another thing entirely but it was clear that this was at least the assignment that was given.
SPOILER!!: Swann
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Originally Posted by Ginevra
Daisy entered the classroom and gazed at the decorations that adorned the room. Daisy had completed her essay a few days ago and was pleased with the fact that she had managed to compose exactly 24 inches. "Good day, Headmaster," she greeted with a slightly tired smile as she placed her homework in the box provided. Daisy then sat down in one of the seats in the middle row. Hopefully, her mind had retained the information that she had read about regarding dark wizards. Being NEWT year, her studies were beginning to etiolate her.
Another to use the greeting "good day". It almost made him cringe but only almost. On the one hand, he supposed it was good the students were still blissfully unaware and thinking these were good days but on the other, his mind kept trying to figure out what could scare acromantulas out of their home. "Swann." He replied, taking a glance at her homework too when she dropped it off. Good day. Sure it was. A good day for whatever lurked in the forest to come at them next.
He still maintained that it could have been nothing but...fleeing giant spiders insisted otherwise and his gut was inclined to agree with them.
With the last of the students filed in and the clock striking the hour, it was time to put all the worrisome thoughts aside and begin the lesson. First order of business? The Headmaster flicked his wand and the door slammed shut. It would no longer be possible for anyone to enter but he would take the roll and those missing would need to have a word with him in his office later.
Never something he looked forward to.
"Right then, let's get started." Malachi closed the top of the box, shrunk it and stuck it in his pocket. They weren't the focus of the lesson and were no longer the students' concern. They were his headache now.
The pile covered by cloth in the corner remained ignored. There was no need for a reveal just yet. "As you would all know from the readings, the day's lesson will be on dark wizards. Before we get into any real discussion based on that reading I know you great, hardworking students definitely did, I'd like you to name a dark wizard that you know of or an action that would get you labelled a dark wizard."
Best to start out small and work their way outward.
OOC: The lesson has officially begun! If you haven't already, feel free to jump in anyway, just pretend your student has been there all along. I'll be moving the lesson again in another 24-ish hours give or take depending on how my Saturday goes. Your student doesn't have to answer both questions. Answering one or the other is perfectly fine.
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It was so lonely in the empty classroom. Especially without the spiders.
And the door was shut and locked. No more latecomers. No sir.
None of the student's business. Okay that's cool. But no stressing over.
"An example of a dark witch is Narcissa Malfoy. She isn't evil or a death eater, but she is affiliated with Voldemort because of her husband Lucius and her sister Bellatrix."
At the beginning of the year, Austin would be hessitent to answer a question. Now though? Not so much. He thought for a second. He raised his hand. "Bellatrix Lestrange."
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It occurred to Drewett that maybe Headmaster Trent wasn't in a good mood today...or maybe he was free-falling into a spiral. The Ravenclaw would have been empathetic. He only cracked a tiny smile towards the headmaster. He hoped it would be a good day too. He'd been having a rough fifth year so far, considering rumours and mistletoes and just fifth year in general. He, too, offered a smile when Rylee chose to sit beside him, also giving her a light nudge with his elbow.
When class officially started, he was quite glad to kick it off direct to the point. Drewett took out his parchment, quill, and inkwell and labelled it appropriately with his name and the date of today's lesson. These would be much needed with the little study group he and Kenzie were planning to hold. He wouldn't mind sharing.
However, a tiny part of Drewett's heart sank at the mention of dark wizards. It was, apparently, their lesson for the day and a few things came flashing back on him. About his parents. About how incredibly vague his social worker was when she explained to him what happened to Andrew and Catherine Slinkhard. It had been years (he was only six when it happened) but there was still an odd ache that came with recalling a memory. He paused writing for a few seconds, before he finished up labelling and raised his hand. "Emeric the Evil, sir. He used to be th-the master of the elder wand." And he did a lot of bad things with that wand, but Drewett chose not to elaborate.
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The classroom was in a much more festive mood than the man stood at the front. He hadn't forgotten the little run in with the acromantulas out on the grounds--how could he??--and it left him unsettled. To say Malachi was relieved most of the students would be going home for the Christmas was an understatement. With the castle nearly empty, it would be easier for him to get a better look into things. It meant less time at home with his family but when you had giant spiders crossing the grounds because of a "danger" then...well...it was worth it.
With the last of the students filed in and the clock striking the hour, it was time to put all the worrisome thoughts aside and begin the lesson. First order of business? The Headmaster flicked his wand and the door slammed shut. It would no longer be possible for anyone to enter but he would take the roll and those missing would need to have a word with him in his office later.
Never something he looked forward to.
"Right then, let's get started." Malachi closed the top of the box, shrunk it and stuck it in his pocket. They weren't the focus of the lesson and were no longer the students' concern. They were his headache now.
The pile covered by cloth in the corner remained ignored. There was no need for a reveal just yet. "As you would all know from the readings, the day's lesson will be on dark wizards. Before we get into any real discussion based on that reading I know you great, hardworking students definitely did, I'd like you to name a dark wizard that you know of or an action that would get you labelled a dark wizard."
Best to start out small and work their way outward.
Eni always gets startled by the slam of the door when the Headmaster flicks his wand. She almost glared at him for aggravating her already growing headache, almost.
Sitting up straighter in her seat to seem like she was paying attention she looked around to see if any arms had shot up. Goodness knows there's got to be a few. Her own hand went up slowly on it's own accord as she yawned and looked just past the Headmaster. This headache really was a drag. "Well Professor," she began when she was called upon, "to bring up a previous Professor from here at Hogwarts there's Severus Snape a known ex-Death Eater and eventual spy. There's not much reported on him, but his affiliates and alias The Half-Blood Prince were known by enough to have some hung some nasty laundry out to dry." Eniola crinkled her nose as if she could smell the aforementioned laundry right then. "As for what you have to do to be considered a dark wizard, you simply have to practice the Dark Arts or commit an Unforgivable Curse in my books. Both of those things are choices you make, there's no accidents with that."
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It was pure coincidence that Dorian looked up from his crossword puzzle and saw Rylee smiling at him. A smile was a good thing right? Because although she had told him that she wasn't upset about what had happened at the duelling area, he knew that ....girls lied. They would say one thing but meant the opposite and it was up to the other to figure out if they were telling the truth or not. But was she like that though? His instinct told him no but...his instinct hadn't always been right....
He gave a small smile back which faltered when she chose to sit next to Drew. When there was an empty seat next to him. WHAT DID THAT MEAN?!
He needed advice on girls without the love interest side.
He turned to the front as the Headmaster had closed the door and started the lesson. He closed his crossword book and placed it inside of his bag and listened to the first question asked.
"The Cult of Walpurgis was a ...cult...obviously.... of Wizards who infiltrated and controlled the Ministry of Magic to gain control over muggles. I'm not entirely sure if they were labeled as Dark wizards and witches but my father told me that the cult lost after a deadly battle and if there needed to be a deadly battle then it probably meant they were out of control?" oh wait he had forgotten to put his hand up. Which he did now. Better late than never. "Well they wanted to get rid of the statue of secrecy which was also what Grindlewald and Riddle wanted and they were dark wizards sooo..." there was a pattern.
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Nothing spectacular, Nina appreciated that. It was too often that they walked in on strange arrangements of chairs and tables, a transitional classroom, one where nothing would really be learned. Nina had a fond admiration for those days when everything appeared as normal and they could learn properly, from a textbook. Nina preferred a traditional set up far more than anything out of the ordinary, and as such, she was very pleased with how their Headmaster had chosen to arrange the classroom today. He was one of her favorites, mostly for his pretty face and those arms.
But also for his common sense, something many other Professors at this school seemed to lack.
As she made her way to a desk towards the middle of the classroom, the Slytherin dropped her homework into the box. Of course she had done it. And of course it was absolutely impeccable and without error. She had only gone over it four times. And she had written it two weeks in advance. Nina liked to keep ahead with her assignments, procrastination was such a Gryffindor quality.
Because she had done the readings, the topic for the lesson did not come as any surprise. In fact, she was very much looking forward to it in hopes that there would also be a historical component to the topic. When going over the basics of a new subject, there often was history involved. It was one of her favorite things about learning something new.
Her attention quickly turned back to the front of the classroom as their Professor began with two question, both were fairly simple. Why the one Hufflepuff (Eniola) felt the need to go in severe detail was an absolute mystery. He hadn’t asked for the details. While Nina appreciated the historical background, there was hardly a need for excessive explanation. She couldn’t help but give the girl an unimpressed look from behind before it was her own turn to speak. Lowering her raised hand, she offered, “Gellert Grindelwald.”
Grindelwald was an interesting man. Not only was he a dark wizard, but he was also considered as one of the most powerful and dangerous of his kind. Curiously, the majority of dark wizards and witches began dabbling within the Dark Arts at quite an early age. Grindelwald wasn’t an exception to this, seeing as he had been expelled from Durmstrang for just that. Perhaps even more curious was his later life. Though Nina quickly turned her attention back to the answers her classmates were sharing. There was a time and a place
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Something told her that Headmaster Trent wasn't in the best mood today. Judging by his shorter than normal greetings and slightly haggard appearance, Avalon suspected that something was troubling him. She would bet money that it had something to do with the odd and dangerous creatures popping up around campus lately.
It seemed like they would be discussing the various aspects of dark witches and wizards today, which could certainly turn into a touchy subject. Nevertheless, she enjoyed Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons, and Headmaster Trent usually found ways to make the topics interesting. She was fairly surprised that nobody had directly mentioned Lord Voldemort yet as a response to the first question. And she wouldn't be the first to do so - what a plainly boring answer. She raised her hand, poised to offer up an example from the same era.
"Barty Crouch Jr." she said, thinking back to the stories she had heard about the Death Eater. "He was one of the few who escaped from Azkaban. And he manipulated the Triwizard Tournament to make sure that Harry Potter came face to face with Voldemort." Avalon didn't know all the details of the other things that he did, but she figured that it would be a good start. Perhaps the Headmaster could fill in any important details that she had missed.
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How did Cordelia Winklebleck get her essay to be long enough when the length requirement was in inches? Large handwriting and gaps between the lines that were at the upper end of what was an acceptable amount of space. Her handwriting was not insanely large of course, but she didn't make any effort to write small. Needless to say, essays were not her strong suit. Dark Wizards, right. She had totally (not) finished all the assigned reading. How she managed to still have passing marks in this class was beyond her. She liked to think that it was because what she lacked in ability, she made up for in practical skill. Her wand was supposed to be really good at defensive magic so that meant she had to do well in this class, right? Cordelia listened to the professor's question and raised her hand. "Killing people would get you labeled as a Dark Wizard." Obviously killing people was bad, and Dark Wizards were bad people so that made perfect sense to the young Gryffindor. See, she could do serious thinking when she had to!
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Even with the day's topic?
Yeaaaaaaaah, that did NOTHING for Lucas's suspicions.
He shot the Headmaster a very curious look, deciding not to say anything about...... that. That didn't mean he didn't have any questions, though. In fact, he only had even more questions and was itching to ask them. But seeing as the time was ticking down to the start of the lesson, he decided against it.
Instead, he shot some suspicious looks around the room.
He was NOT dying today, okay?
Dark wizards? Did he know any? Yes. Because he did do the homework that was now sitting in the box in Trent's pocket. He looked up, this time trying to remember - and even visualise - any of the names that had popped up in his readings. One that wasn't being mentioned by anyone else. Someone...... like.........
Oh! "Uh, Herpo the Foul is one?" he said, his hand up in the air, "He was an Ancient Greek wizard who was famous for creating a Basilisk. That's...... pretty bad." Pause. "You know, because of what Basilisks are like." Cue another pause. "He was also the first wizard to make a Horcrux which, when you compare, is even worse than making a Basilisk, I guess."
Cassidy sat next to Rhett, taking notes on what all the other students were saying. She gave him a slight nudge to make sure he was taking notes too. She didn't care if he was in another house. He still needed to get good grades and house points too. They were each in their mum and dad's respective houses so they had to show that they were living up to their standards.
Alessandro Toussaint was a diligent student. He attended to his lessons with great mindfulness. He dotted every i and crossed every t, not because he was like his Ravenclaw counterparts that felt compelled to slave away to prove illusive point that was secret to them alone, but because, simply, it was his responsibility to do his school work. And Alessandro Toussaint was nothing if not dutiful.
Duty did not leave room for opinion. Yet, he had many. And this homework assignment birthed more than most busywork assigned by professors. It was broad, he noted, first, the description of "dark wizard". It was as if some doe-eyed Gryffindor had scribbled down in their excitement THIS IS WHAT MAKES PEOPLE GOOD AND THIS IS WHAT MAKES PEOPLE DARK AND WE DON'T LIKE GREY AREAS. It felt like a narrow assessment of something so infinitely complex.
So, yes, he had opinions. And he had even more of them when the professor opened with a question as equally broad as the assigned reading. His peers did not disappoint, either. They were all rambling off witches and wizards names with words like "foul" and "evil" to support their point.
But Alessandro mercifully kept his opinions to himself. He listened. He observed. He was sorely disappointed.
DADA Lesson 2 - What Makes You Dark? 
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