Kimi entered the classroom and said "Good day Professor Hirsch" Kimi wondered what was under the cloth but he was patient and took a seat on a cushion and waited for the lesson to begin

Carlton walked into the class in an air that he hoped expressed confidence. Although he felt everything but confident.

Defence Against the Dark Arts? Yeah, the title of the class alone made him shiver.

It was scary.

As soon as he entered the class room, his false confidence disappeared immediately. No chairs? Where would he sit? He hovered awkwardly by the door for a second before taking a few steps into the room.

"H-hello Professor Hirsch." He nodded and added a little bow.

Wait, he bowed? Was that a tad much? Maybe. Possibly. Probably.

Definitely.

"Ahem" He took a seat near the board on a comfy cushion. After all, he didn't want to miss any instructions from the professor. Missed instructions usually ended up in disasters such as explosions in Herbology class, and he didn't want disasters in a class that taught him how to defend himself against the dark arts. Plus the table on the other side of the room made him slightly uncomfortable.

Carlton reeeeally needed this class.

Another day, another DADA lesson. Giddy with excitement, Jonas walked in. He scanned his eyes around and noticed the professor was standing near the board and his desk, his arms crossed and an amused smirk on his face. Jonas raised his eyebrows vaguely wondering why he was smirking. Jonas scanned his eyes and then saw what he was possibly smirking about. On some nearby tables was a cloth covering some objects it looked like. Upon closer inspection, though, Jonas saw that the tables were proteceted by a shock bubble. Jonas smiled a bit and nodded.
"Very clever Professor" he with a bit of a smile on his own face.
"How are you?" He asked as he found a cushion to sit don on.

"Hello Professor Hirsch," Kitty greeted the professor cheerfully as she walked into the classroom and quickly took in everything. "How are you?" The tables covered with white cloth caught her eyes, and seeing no sign giving instructions to not approach,, she walked towards them and etended her hand to touch one of the objects. Instantly she got a slight shock, making her pull her hand back. "GAA!"

Jonas snickered at his place in the seat. Clearly she didn't notice the professor's amused smile. "He was clearly smiling for a reason" he deadpanned looking at the girl.

Alright time for this slytherin's favorite class! He loved when this class was session. He did fairly well in the dueling club and loved practicing spells. He also loved learning about the dark arts. and its history. He was mentally prepared for this lesson. Well he hoped he would be. He walked into the classroom and saw some others beat him here. He nodded towards his fellow classmates and then saw the Professor was sitting there waiting for them. He gave him a half wave, "Hey Professor Hirsch. What's up?" He walked over to the objects that were covered and he wondered what they could be? He saw the bubble and something in his conscious told him not to touch it. He obeyed for the first time like ever.

He scanned the room and found his seat towards the window. He took a cushion and plopped down. Now this was sort of comfy. He got his handy sketchbook and began to sketch before the lesson started.

Alice stepped into the ever unusual Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. It was a fun subject for the most part.. But like it wasn't something she was amazing at. Honestly she wasn't great at much magic, there was a reason she wanted to be an Actress.

"Hello, Professor.. Do you have something interesting planned today?" She asked him, sure that indeed he did have some odd lesson planned. She loved odd lessons though, adored them almost as much as most girls her age adored the Professor's face. Alice knew he was handsome but she also knew he was a bit... old for her. So she was not about it.

Olly was surprisingly early for Defense Against the Dark Arts. He wasn't often early for anything, and yet here he was. The disappointing thing about being fairly early was that none of his friends had arrived before him. That left the decision of where to sit completely up to him with nobody else to base his choice upon. And he would just have to hope that somebody came to join he. He thought somebody probably would.

"Hello professor," he greeted as he entered the room. No desks or chairs. Not surprising, though one would think it would be a surprise to walk into such an empty classroom. Usually, yes, but not this classroom. It looked about the same as usual. Except over to one side Olly noticed some tables covered in cloth. The cloth was pretty lumpy, indicating there must be something hiding underneath it. Olly changed course and started heading that way. He wasn't going to touch anything - it was obviously covered for a reason. He just wanted to get a closer look. Out of curiousness, you know?

Except when he got closer he suddenly couldn't move anymore, and he felt a slight shock like when you slide your socks on the carpet and then touch something metal. He jumped back at the shock and just stared ahead. Huh. Apparently they really weren't supposed to get close to the covered objects. Olly stared toward the tables just a little bit longer before shrugging and going to find a seat. When he did select a cushion for himself he kept glancing back at the tables and the unknown objects. Hopefully they would soon find out what they were.

Dora skidded into the room with a grin on her face. Ojay, she had totally been running so as not to be late. Was it a regular occurence? No. Did she care? Not even a little.

Hirsch was officially her favorite professor now, so punctuality was key. Ahem.

"Good day, professor! " she exclaimed before pulling her wand and muttering an incantation to conjure a small daisy for him. Yep. For HIM.

She laid it on his desk and made her way to a cushion. What did he have in store for them today?!

Defense against the dark arts. Now this had been a class that Natalia would have fully been dreading and be refusing to go to. That was before she met Professor Hirsch. He had taken the time to get to know her, time to let her trust him, and then took the time to help her with her spells. Now Natalia liked coming to this class and it quickly was becoming one of her better subjects. As she turned into the class her eyes searched the room to see what they would be doing.


"Hello Professor" a smile on her face she walked over towards him instead of going straight to her seat. "I was wondering if I could use the practice room as I did last term and if you weren't busy if you could give me a bit of extra help again." She was very nervous she would never do a patronous and that thought made her feel like she needed to add some extra practices.

That was embarrassing, but hopefully no one saw that, right? Nope, no such luck. Kitty tried to hide her embarrassment with a shrug and small smile. "I'm always curious," she confessed to the Slytherin. "Thankfully it was just a little zap."

Sinead sailed into the room with wide and alert eyes, immediately swivelling to take in and examine her new DADA professor. He looked the part, she supposed, in a bit of a stereotypical way; old enough not to be naive, but young enough to be in fit fighting condition, not to mention the tattoos. Apparently he'd gone to Durmstrang. That won her respect more than anything; she wasn't entirely sure, but she thought teaching was stricter out there, especially when it came to Defence Against the Dark Arts. Either way, she'd find out soon enough. Most of her professors hadn't disappointed so far, and hopefully this lesson would be no exception. She was a bit wary of the unconventional classroom layout, but hopefully that just foretold of exciting magic to come. How did he expect her to take notes without a desk, though?

This alarming thought hovering in the back of her mind, Sinead moved from her post at the doorway, taking a step into the room and facing the professor squarely.
"Good morning, Professor," she said crisply. "I'm Sinead Dance. Pleased to meet you." With this, and a firm nod, she gingerly sat herself down on a cushion in the vicinity of a boy she recognised as another first-year Slytherin, even if she didn't yet know his name. It felt bizarre, but she folded her legs up neatly beneath her and sat straight-backed and unmoving, staring at Hirsch and waiting earnestly for the lesson to begin. Defence Against the Dark Arts was practically guaranteed to be interesting- why couldn't they get to business, already?

"Hello Professor." The normally cheerful third year was rather somber as she entered the room, not that she was any less ready for class than she usually was. She was just sad. All the sads. BIG CASE OF THE SADS OVER HERE. Actually, Junia was hoping they'd be destroying things today, as her close friendsh-err whatever with someone she cared a great deal for seemed like it was being destroyed and maybe doing some actual damage would help ease the pain. All the pain. SUCH PAIN MUCH OW.

Growing up was SO hard.

Sigh.

She'd be finding herself a cushion now, nothing to see here.

While she was in fact concerned that she was running late, it was nearly impossible to tell if Elle in fact was. She’d been getting better at not being a complete basket case over things like that, and besides, she wasn’t actually overly late. As she’d arrived in the DADA classroom, it was obvious the lesson hadn’t quite begun yet, although she’d sent a slightly concerned look over toward the tables lining the one edge of the room. Moreso due to the lingering sense that getting too close would be bad. The mood in the room told her that much, as well as the words she’d caught coming from the Ravenclaw prefect as she’d passed her on the way to a cushion. No, she was definitely not getting close to the mystery of the objects on those tables.

“Good day Professor Hirsch,” she said, turning her attention to the professor, curious about the small smirk but only giving him a smile in return. Odds were that had something to do with said zap, after all, and she knew better than to question that.

DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE.

Brent was STOKED. Defense Against the Dark Arts was his favorite class! He was actually early to class, although there was still a small crowd already gathered. "Hello, Professor," Brent greeted, as he made his way into the room. No desks. No tables. Just some mats and cushions. Whatever. He probably wouldn't care if he had to sit on a rock. He didn't even want to sit anyway. He wanted BATTLE.

There was some sort of something concealed under a cloth, but of course Brent didn't fool with that. He wasn't an idiot, and who wanted to anger a Defense professor anyway? Finding a random mat situated somewhere in the middle, Brent took a seat and waited for the lesson to begin.

Leon was excited for Defense against the Dark Arts, it was one of his favorite classes and of course Professor Hirsch was one of his favorite teachers. The 7th year wanted to be like him.. He was the epitome of cool!

The dark haired boy headed into the classroom and looked around.. there was no desks or anything like that so the seventh year took a seat, but not before nodding to the Profesor and giving him a "Hello Professor Hirsch. "

Leon settled down and sighed softly.. he hadn't been doing well in his search for his sister.. he needed to find someone who could possibly know her.. but who?

Maybe he needed to start talking to fourth years?

Getting comfy on a cushion, Rooney was sO ready for DADA this year. He'd been so into the classes after trying so hard with his OWL exam and just making Professor Hirsch remember that he existed over here. Keeping himself on the radar of his Head of House. Priorities, man. He had no time for anyone else in the classroom right now and was just eyeing up the table with hidden things on it. Rooney Bronwyn was intrigued as anything and nEEDED to know what was there. He'd laughed at each person that had tried to touch and wanted to have a turn himself.

So he sought out a wrapped sweet from his pocket and tossed it in the direction of the table and CACKLED at the small buzz sound before it clattered to the ground and rolled away. It had been funny enough that he hunted through his pockets for another sweetie.

Skylar was stoked about today's lesson because ONE it was Defense Against the dark arts and was generally useful knowledge. Two, after two years of being a bystander this was the first year she would be partaking in the Dueling Club, which meant putting all her learned knowledge to work. It wasn't going to be easy but she was willing to work towards it.

Entering the classroom, Sky wasn't the least bit surprised by the lack of proper desks or chairs. She was intrigued by the mysterious table but figured it was covered for a reason. If Hirsch wanted them to see it, he'd have not concealed it. Speaking of Hirsch.... "Hello Professor!" Sky greeted. Did he NOTICE her enthusiasm and her presence? Because she was totally enthused right now, even if this wasn't flying.

Janelle arrived for Defense Against the Dark Arts class in a curious mood. She wondered what Professor Hirsch had in store for them today. Entering the classroom, she saw no clue as to what they might be doing. She would just have to wait to find out, like everyone else.

"Hello Professor", Janelle said as she made her way past their fearless leader. He was hiding something from them and Janelle was a bit anxious to find out what it was. Finding an empty spot, she sat down on a cushion and set her bag on the floor. After taking out her parchment and quill, she sat back to people watch until class began.

Jonas just shrugged. "Curiosity kills the cat. I'm Jonas by the way" he stuck out his hand to shake

"Maybe, but satisfaction brought it back to life," replied Kitty with a small smile as she took Jonas's hand. "Nice to meet you Jonas. I'm Kitty." She wondered if he was going to make a cat joke about her name now.

Defense Against the Dark Arts certainly wasn't one of Katy's favorite subjects, but it was interesting and important and the professor was dreamy, so she didn't hate turning up for it. At least they did things, got their hands dirty, so to speak. At least it was practical for real life.

If only the professor didn't make them sit on cushions like this was primary school, it would be very nearly perfect.

Katy sighed at the sight of the cushions, but she still had a twinkle for the professor as she found a seat. "Good day, sir. Mystery thingy for us? Do we get extra bonus points if we guess what it is? I think it's probably a giraffe." Or not, but maybe he'd laugh.

Charlotte naturally was excited for DADA, since it was ALMOST as good as straight up dueling was, and she waved at Professor Hirsch with both hands. DOUBLE enthusiasm.

"Hi Professor Hirsch!" She would HAVE to go show him her medals later! She really would! This thought, being as all consuming as it was, happened to be enough to keep her from noticing the covered whatever it was. Not yet back in the practice of constant vigilance over here. Char found a spot right as close to the middle as she could get. Hopefully today's class would be something that related to DUEEEELING.

Defense Against the Dark Arts taught by one of Hogwart's many heartthrobs? Now this should certainly be interesting. Olivia walked through the classroom door to find a couple of students already here. Wow. People were here early. Or perhaps she was a bit tardy? No, no, no. She couldn't be possibly tardy, right? She had left with at least ten or so minutes to spare. She greeted the Professor with a smile and a nod. "Hello Professor!" Then she headed to the cushions and matts to find a place to sit down as there weren't any desks in this classroom. Her eyes caught a table that had many weird bumps on it. It was covered in a cloth. What was covered underneath? She raised an eyebrow. Hm.. Intriguing.