Introduction to the Dark Arts
 

ooc: all students may attend

There was absolutely no way Professor Duskurk would open his classroom without being present. He had carefully arranged the desks into a horseshoe around the very edge of the classroom so that everyone had a clear view of the blackboard at the front of the classroom and the center floor. In front of the blackboard was a small table covered with a black cloth. There were clear outlines of something other than the table under the cloth, but that was all. Professor Duskurk stood beside the door with a clipboard. "Please state your name and then take the first desk available, working clockwise around the room," he said in a no nonsense voice as each student entered the room.

ooc: please act as if your character has been here the whole time if you don't get online before we begin and just add an ooc note for me with your character name. Your names will be added to the roll in the order in which you join us.

Elisabeta entered into the classroom and saw the professor and said "Elisabeta Lupescu" Elisabeta gulped as she made her way to the first desk that was available

Dylan entered the classroom. "Dylan Denver," he said, and he took a seat.

Not the horseshoe formation!

Jake looked crestfallen as he entered the classroom and saw THE EVIL MAN. He heard the instructions and frowned to himself. "Juhh-jjjjake," the boy mumbled, before hurrying to join Dylan, not knowing if it was worth giving his last name. Full name hadn't been asked for... had it?

Jake couldn't remember. He was just scared of this bloke.

Reese entered the room and her attention was drawn to the Professor who was by the door, holding a clipboard. "Reese Upstead, sir," she introduced herself. She gave him a little smile before taking a seat in the next available desk, which happened to be right next to her brother.

Gah! Scary man at the door. Destiny wondered what he was writing on that snazzy clipboard of his, but it might be wise not to ask.

Oh, maybe he was writing their names down.

Don't make eye contact, don't do it! 'Destiny Shepard,' she said without looking at him and took a seat.

Avery walked in and said, "Avery Isabella Grace" Her name sounded odd with out her middle name, so she always said her full name or just Avery. She sat at a desk near her friend Legend, but not right next to him. They had abut one desk in between them.

Walking over to the classroom, the first person she noticed was the creepy guy from the feast standing at the door way. Great. So he was the new DADA Professor? Her first impression she gave the new Professor was probably could have been better, so hopefully she could make that up. Ugh. Socializing was complicated. "Good day, Professor." she started, trying her hardest to smile even if it was a tiny one and to not just turn around and walk quickly away. "Evelyn Flores, sir." And after that, she walked quickly into the room, hurriedly snagging the seat next to Destiny and taking out a black notebook with the silver word 'DADA' on the front. Juuuuust in case she needed it...

Pierre walked into the DADA classroom. "Pierre Devereux," he said as he walked passed the professor. He sat in the first available seat according to what the Professor had said. He really hoped this class would go better than Muggle Studies had.

To tell you the truth, Nikki was terrified of the first DADA class this year. Last years classes hadn't been so bad, but this year they had a new teacher. Nikki walked up to the door. "Nicolette Finn, but I go by Nikki." She said confidently. She walked into the classroom and headed for the first available seat as directed.

Barry walked into the classroom and was suprissed to see a normal teacher. No, not like Coopers! He could not relive something like that. Name? To give them detensions, proabably. "Barry Weasley" he said and took a space next to Nikki

Arya skipped into the room, a big smile on her face. This was the class she had been looking forward to and finally it was starting. As she entered the room she spoke to the professor without looking at him, "Hello Professor, I'm Arya Lovegoods." Still looking around, she took a seat. Her eyes were fixed on the table with the black cloth.

Ty walked into class, not really knowing what to expect with a new professor. He knew the teacher changeed almost every year. So yeah. He was scared of what might happen this year. "Tyler Way," he said as he entered and found an empty desk.

"He-," Wesley began automatically in greeting, then stopped as she took in the professor's tone and expression. "Wesley Reagan," The Hufflepuff corrected herself quickly, making direct eye contact, her face suddenly vacant of any excitement it might have previously worn.

Having introduced herself, the shorter-than-average third year walked quickly and quietly to her seat and gave close-lipped smile to the person sitting next to her before searching, with shaky hands, through her bag for the right textbook.

Marie walked into the DADA classroom and about jumped back out when she seen who was standing there. 'Great, the professor who thinks I whine' she thought as she took a deep breath and walked in. She would show him that she was not a whiner.
"Good afternoon Professor" She said with a smile on her face. "Marie Salazar" she said then walked to the next open desk.

Kay walked up to the door and stopped. "Hello, Professor." Kay said "My name is Kaytone Potter Evans, sir." She bowed her head to him and walked into the room to sit in the very next set. Kay pulled out her parchment and quill to take any notes.

Miranda walked inside the classroom, to be 'greeted' by the new Professor...who looked a little creepy to be honest. But she put a smile on anyways. "Hello, Professor. My name's Miranda BelCanto." She nodded once and walked over to sit somwehere.

"Very good," he murmured, hanging the clipboard on a peg on the wall. The house and year of each student was magically added beside each name for quick reference and then Professor Duskurk turned and smiled at the students.

"Good morning and welcome to our first lesson together, Introduction to the Dark Arts. I prefer a lecture format for my classes followed by a practical session. If you do not like this format you may leave now," he paused to allow the students a chance to flee while he looked sinisterly around the room, meeting the gaze of each student.