Noel really did not have specific interest in the actual subject of defense class he heard would be starting soon, but he was interested in the fact that the Headmaster of Hogwarts would be teaching it; which, was the main reason he was walking into the room after a few other students did. It would surely be an educational class of course, if the Headmaster was the one teaching it.

He was a bit surprised with the chalk drawings on the floor though. "Bonjo-" Oops. "Hello, Headmaster." Best remember that they spoke English. That was still something he needed to get used to. Smiling and with a nod of his head, Noel took one of the back seats, making sure not to step on any of the chalk drawn on the floors.

Interesting.

Kellen entered the classroom, resolved to try and like Defense Against the Dark Arts. Or at least pay attention at it. Which was about the time he noticed... Tate? What? Was the Headmaster doubling as the DADA teacher? Huh. Weird.

"Hello, sir." Kellen nodded and made his way over to a nice patch of floor, taking care to keep clear of the chalk. He'd seen the age line, also chalk, and well... leery of all chalk things at the moment.

"You could say that," Tate agreed, actually grinning a bit this time. You could CERTAINLY say that.

"Good day to you," Tate nodded to the boy. "Up front? That's brave."

"Good morning, child," Tate wiggled his fingers at the girl.

"Good day," Tate nodded. A lot of polite students. Another Hufflepuff... maybe Neo was doing something right down there near the kitchens.

"Life? It keeps trekking onward, doesn't it?" Tate was quite amused by the constant pile up near the door, as well as the way the students kept stumbling over his name. Poor scared babies. "Good summer, I trust?"

"Park it, kid," Tate gestured for another one holding up traffic to move her tail through the door and find a seat. "The chalk lines aren't going to wipe up just by you looking too hard at them. Come on in."

"Yes, of course," Tate gestured. "Sit, sit. I'm sure you'll be able to share a very interesting perspective with us."

"You followed the wall instead of the path," Tate offered the boy, although the words were cryptic. "Maybe you can try again later. Good day to you."



"Just one more minute, and we'll get started. I'll remind you that there is no chatting in this class and that any latecomers will lose points. Please get out your quill and parchment."

Aww!

They weren't buddies? Unless they were buddies and Headmaster Professor Tate didn't want the whole class to know. Yeah, she could understand why. Wouldn't want everyone jealous and all. They would just be SECRET Buddies, that's all.

With a nod of her head, and a super secret thumbs up, she made her way over to an empty seat, close to the front.

Buddy vision.

Was it class time already? GOSH. They had barely gotten here! Joshua still got lost - like he had, actually. He had only found out about this lesson because he had somehow managed to get lost while he was trying to go to his Common Room - from the Great Hall.

So since he was here, he might as well try it out!

And in the end, all he had to do was follow a Slytherin student out of class - that would probably lead him to the common room! HE WAS SO SMART!

And small. So small he entered unnoticed in the sea of taller, older students. Trying very hard not to get stomp on, he made his way to a random desk and plunk himself on the seat, bag falling onto the table.

... was he allowed candy in classes?

Josey walked chaerfully into the room, well that wasn't really a suprise. She was always cheerful. "Hello Professor," she said cheerfully when she walked into class. Wait, wasn't he the headmaster. Ah well, he could still teach if he wanted to, she wsan't one to judge. She looked around the room and decided to sit down by Arya, her one year older hufflepuff friend. She gave her a smile before turning to observe the room.

Marie made her way into the Defense classroom only to stop suddenly when she seen who the professor was.

Headmaster HOTTIE!

Was he going to be their professor the whole term? If so this was definitely going to be her favorite class for sure. She had been worried about who was going to be their new professor when Truebridge had told them he was leaving but now... NOW she was happy to see who it was.

Walking over the chalk lines she found a seat at the FRONT of the class... nice and close to HeadProfessor Hottie.... and faaaaaar away from Destiny, who she still wasn't talking to because thanks to her and that stupid potion, Carter wasn't talking to her now. "Hello Sir, how are you today?" she said as she sat down.

"Indeed" Trixie grinned. Pffffffft... What a rubbish answer that was. But to be honest there wasn't a lot else she could say on the matter. It DID keep trekking onwards. Made sense. "It was wonderful thank you" she smiled softly before glancing around to see who else had entered the room.

Ella, Jayce, Vashti, Merlin who was the girl meant to sit with, but considering she was already at the front and apparently so was Vashti, all the Blonde had to do was move up one space and she was there. Hopefully the others might have joined her anyway. However once the Slytherin had turned, she noticed Jayce was stood there anyway. Perfect.

Trix brought out her Quill and Parchment, an eager smile on her face ready for the lesson ahead. Meep this was gonna be so fun. Her face lit even more however when she noticed Noel and some other students were there too. Ah see now things got even MORE interesting.

Pamphylia walked into the classroom. She was surprised she actually found it. She saw the proffessor as she walked in. "Good day proffessor." She did a small curtsey, as she usually did in hellos.

She was smaller than most students she was hoping she didn't get trampled on, or that someone actually noticed her. She found a seat in the third row, somewere in the middle. She didn't want to sit in the back, yet not in the front. She plopped her bag onto her desk, and pulled out her latest book, and shyly burried her face in it.

It wasn't difficult for Sandra to find the defense classroom, she simply followed the crowd of students from her dormitory to the first lesson. She was obviously here to see how the Headmaster taught, and how the students were taught to defend themselves. Not to mention there was the off chance she could learn something.

Eyes flicking to the chalk maze on the floor, she quirked an eyebrow, curious as to what they would be doing before turning her gaze to the Headmaster. "Good day, Headmaster Tate." She nodded her head at the man as she took a seat beside her fellow school mate, giving the girl a smile. It seems they both had the same idea about their wardrobe.

Keefer saw Treyen waving to him. With a smile of recognition, he began to walk over to the seat next to him. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked Treyen.

Ella's daydreaming was interrupted when the Professor sharply motioned her to sit down. She felt a little embarrassed actually, she was just dawdling around when they were supposed to be sitting. "Oh, sorry sir."
*facepalm*

She nodded, sat down in the middle of the classroom, and got out her quill and parchment as the class were instructed to. She made no effort to acknowledge anyone that she knew in the class. 'Cause she just wanted to get on with it.

Neptune Bott had REALLY thought out what to wear for class. Last time she'd been in this class, with the ex-convict Truebridge, she'd had to ACT and all. And who knew when she'd be called upon again, right? She clearly had to always be looking her best. So her tights sparkled, and the silver butterfly in her hair fluttered discretely and reflected the sun from the open windows. She'd been working tirelessly over her shoes since her mother didn't allow heels. Her little shoes had HEELS now. And this was clearly important for .... DADA.


Without further ado, Neptune June Bott arrived. She paused in the doorway so everyone could see her. GIGGLE.


She took slow steps in, blowing kisses to those special few. Like, Jayce with the weird hair, and Trixie Malfoy. Of course, Noel got TWO blown kisses. He just looked like he deserved TWO. Then Neptune went to sit with Kellen. Only once she was seated, did she acknowledge the Headmaster/Professor Tate. She wiggled ONE finger at him as greeting, then got out her big blue sparkly peacock quill.

Raiden slipped into the room quietly, immediately taking stock of all the Slytherins that were there. He'd... ehh. Have to keep an eye on them. Apparently there were already people causing trouble and all that.

"Sir."

Giving a quick, respectful nod to the Headmaster, Raiden took one of the seats closer to the front, making sure he wasn't sitting in front of someone grievously short. He didn't want to have to move after class had started.

Delilah walked in the room and looked at the floor. Was that... Chalk? Weird... She looked at the professor and smiled. "Hello, Proffessor!" She said cheerfully. She LOVED this class. She proceeded in taking a seat in an empty desk.

Danika smiled, yes, Zitnik had mentioned it was okay for them to attend this classes, but she could still study on her own if she didn't feel they were fulfilling enough.

Share? The girl still smiled, but she didn't feel like sharing anything at the moment, not with the chalk lines, anyway.

And here came Sandra.

Danika said nothing, just returned the smile as she took the seat next to her. But started to wonder about Vladimir, he was the one who should be attending a lesson, no? To criticize, that is.

A bit of flyaway hair was the only indication that someone was peering around the corner of the doorway. Followed by a pair of bright inquisitive eyes that peered around the classroom.

Ivory had been very very curious about who would be their new defense against the dark arts teacher and she'd worried it might another...well someone not so easily approachable and friendly. Upon seeing who exactly it was though ,her smile brightened, and she popped out forward walking cheerily into the classroom, her moment of anticipation forgotten. It was the headmaster after all, and if he wasn't the definition of easily approachable and friendly she didn't know who was.

"Hey Professor "Headmaster" Tate...fancy seeing you here."

Giving him a friendly wink and wave she greeted him as she made her way to take her usual seat beside her best friend.

She'd been just about to tease her friend about something or other when Arya's eyes on the floor drew her attention. Oooh...a chalk maze! Her first instinct was to stare that is until the Professor's voice broke through her reverie ....and out came her peacock quill and the blue parchment journal she'd designated for this class.

Treyen nodded, "Not at all! The seat is free and expecting to be taken" or so he thought, either way, "It's odd, right? The chalk" he said, pointing at the lines once more.

Truth be told, Treyen knew little of Defense, because he managed to miss plenty of lessons before.

This year will be different, though.

Jermaine had heard that there was going to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts class today, and that it was being taught by the Headmaster of the school. Not wanting to miss out on seeing the teaching techniques of this Headmaster he felt he should attend the class.

Upon entering the room he was surprised to see just how many students there were in the room. "Hello Sir, I do hope it is okay if I join your lesson today." she said. Spotting Noel sitting near the back of the room he went over to sit near him being careful not to step on the chalk drawings.

Wait

Why was there chalk drawings on the floor?

Iris hurried into the classroom, seeing that most of the class seemed to be here. However it looked like she'd JUST made it.

Not that she liked DADA that much.

But it was Tate teaching.... And Iris wanted to know what it was like, your Headteacher being the Professor. Hehe. "Hullo Headmaster Tate." She said cheefully, before taking her seat.

Hmm. Now why was there a maze drawn in chalk on the floor?

Surely they wouldn't be using it in the lesson.

"Thanks. Yeah, the chalk is weird. Perhaps it's a murder scene for several very straight creatures?" That would be so awesome! He imagined himself and his classmates playing Sherlock Holmes for awhile. Coming out of his reverie, he remembered that Tate had asked for no chatting. "Better be quiet til the lesson begins, eh?"

Walking in and seing the drawings on the floor.he looks up to see if their are also drawings on the celling then seeing the Teacher and have not met him yet he looks at his class assingment parchment,the head master didnt teach this class .did he? " Good morning Headmaster Tate " and moves to a the table across from Enyna that has Brittany at it "Hi Britt" taking the seat next to the isle he pulls out parchment and quill and starts to draw the pattern on the floor

Brittany looked up to see mike sit next to her. "Hi mikey." she whispered. She new the headmaster/professor had said no chatting but she didnt want to be rude. she still waited patiently for the class to start

And there was a particularly frightening Gryffindor sitting right there in the front row. Tate raised an eyebrow at her. "Good day..."

She was BOUNCING. That was intense.

"Hello," Tate nodded at the young Ravenclaw. Also very polite, and looking eager to get started.

"Bonjour," Tate nodded at the girl. French? No, that was one of his...

"Miss Lovegoods," Tate gave her a wave. She visited him quite often, so Arya earned herself the slightest smile.

French. Yup. "Bonjour, mon amie," Tate gestured for the boy to take a seat. "I'm glad you could join us."

Ah, Stern. Let's see how the lad handled THIS lesson. "Mr. Stern. Good day to you."

"Hello," Tate nodded to the Hufflepuff as she entered the room. The class was filling up QUITE quickly, and it was definitely time to start.

"I'm doing well," Tate eyed the Slytherin as she came up to the front of the room... up close and personal. With the crazy Gryffindor girl. "Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Good day," Tate greeted the small girl as she entered the room. And... then she was hiding behind her book. Interesting. She'd have to pay attention once class got started.

Oh. The Bott girl. That one was a NIGHTMARE, she was. He didn't even bother waving back, simply giving her a nod and turning to the next student to enter.

Why was she so SPARKLY? He'd told them to wear things that could get dirty.

"Prefect," Tate nodded to the seventh year with the same somberness that Raiden seemed to always reflect. "I trust your term has been good thus far."

"Good day," Tate nodded to the girl before launching himself out of the seat to pace in front of his desk.



Posture ramrod straight and hands clasped behind his back, Tate was every inch the imposing military man. He eyed them all briefly before pausing in front of his desk. "Good day to you all. Class has officially begun, so I'll ask you to cut out any chattering and focus on the lesson at hand. I expect quite a lot from your, behavior-wise, but I know that you are capable of performing to my exacting standards. Let me be very clear with you... in this classroom, we are not friends. We are studying perhaps one of the most important subjects you will ever encounter at Hogwarts, and I take it seriously. If you cannot take it seriously, then you are excused from this class."

He paused in case anyone wanted to leave. "My name is Gaellen Tate, which should come as no surprise to those who are returning. You may call me Headmaster or Professor. I will also answer to Sir. I will brook no disrespect of myself or your classmates, so only those names will suffice. This class is discussion based, so I will expect your thoughtful responses. When responding, please raise your hand and give your answer. Are there any questions about my standards, or are we free to begin?"

Well, that answers the question of what to call him, I guess. He wondered how some of the first years would respond to this less-than-warm welcome. The returning students were used to it, but it could be a bit of a shock the first time. I wonder if I should get out my notebook... Better wait to see what the lesson actually is first. It looks like a practical. Those were the best lessons by far.