Defense Against the Dark Arts Class: 1 (Years 1-3)

[Gabriele Hedy]

It was official. The school year had started. Students arrived on the train over the hours. Catching up with old friends and meeting new people. The first years took the boats to the school while the older students went by the carriages. Gabriele was one of those people who had rode the train to Hogwarts. She had remained in the teachers cart ignoring most people as she looked over her attendance list slowly. She wanted to learn every ones name, before the class begin. The train came to a slow stop and she had grabbed her luggage off of the top bar. She had enjoyed the feast and the sorting ceremony. It was different than at Durmstrang.

That was her first night. Now it was time for class. She had many students attending her class. Some attending because they have too, others because they enjoyed the class. She had taken over from Professor Rafael Ochoa. He had gone back to the Aurors, or at least that is what she was told. Either way, she was going to do her best to meet his standards with the class. She had been spending the first few hours of that morning sorting her class room and making it look nice, well nice for her. She wanted it to be somewhat like home.

Class was soon to begin and she had various students. She had students ranging from First years to Third Years. It was a bit odd, to have the years mixed. It didn't matter though. First years would just be introduced, she was a new teacher, which ment she had no clue what the other students had learned. She would cover basics until she was sure she was able to get them all caught up together. She sat at her desk in the front of the class. She looked around the room slowly as she waited for students to arrive. She had her attendance schedule in front of her and she had her wand next to the papers. She wasn't going to be a mean teacher, but she also wasn't going to be a nice teacher. She would be stern and authoritative but she would also try to befriend the students. She didn't want any of them to hate her.

She looked up at the clock and back to the door waiting for the students to arrive. Her first class was soon to begin. The first class wouldn't be hard. Mostly an introduction course, and to find out what everyone knows. She knew it was going to be a challenging class teaching mixed years.

[Kyle Prichard]

Defense Against the Arts was the only class that Kyle actually was looking forward to. It was the only class that sounded remotely interesting to the young boy. His sister couldn't understand how he wouldn't be enthralled to go to Potions. To be honest, he did want to accidently blow up concoctions. But he wanted to blow up things and curse people even more. No one would ever mess with anyone in his family again if he knew how to defend himself.

He was supposed to meet his sister so that they could walk together. Kyle was far too impatient to wait for her though. So instead he walked to class alone. As he entered the room, he was very surprised to find that he was the first to arrive. Kyle was never the first to arrive. He mentally congratulated himself on being first. Making his way to the middle of the classroom, Kyle set down his bag and then looked over at his Professor. She was apparently new. Not that it mattered to Kyle. He was new too.

He wondered to himself if she knew all about curses. He wondered if she had battled evil her whole life. Maybe she had defeated Vampires, Werewolves, and dragons! Kyle's eyes lit up at the very thought of it. This class was going to be a bloody good time.