Defense: Binding Anyone? [All Years]

[Aaric McLurcan]

The Defense Against Dark Arts looked strangely different compare to the previous two lessons. For once, the windows are all sealed, but the room was still bright - there was no doubt it was illuminated by a charm. The tables which had been sorted to face the board were all removed to the sides while the center of the room was filled with large cushions. It became clear to anyone who knew and understand the class well enough that it would be a practical lesson. The Professor - Aaric McLurcan had made it a habit to show up earlier after being late for the first lesson. It was just minutes away before the class was due to start.

[Maeve Campbell]

Scuffing her feet Maeve dragged herself into Defense Against the Dark Arts. The professors had seemed strangely off kilter but it was still early in the school year. Honestly, Maeve felt a bit off too. Feeling her forehead she wondered if she was coming down with something. She sure hoped so. Then she could get out of one of her other classes. Then again, she didn't want to be sick in DADA. It was by far one of the more interesting classes.

Maeve barely acknowledged the professor before sitting in her seat. She only briefly wondered what they would learn before sinking into her apathy once again. The redheaded imp didn't even grin, smile, or aknowledge anyone. Depressed and sunk in her own thoughts, Maeve just sat staring vaguely at the man behind the desk.

[Watson James]

Watson sludged into class, taking a seat in the far back, slamming her things onto the table. She was tired and frustrated and missing Will. She was ready for one of his cheery letters from their old snowy white owl, Henley. She took her seat, sliding down in it. She pulled her wand out of her robe pocket and ran her finger across the ancient design. She was lost in thought about the old and faithful wand. It was powerful. She had discovered that long before now, but she was beginning to realize fully the more she used. It's ancient power frightened her at times, but it was her sole responsibility to carry on the family tradition. She should have felt honored, but she was only scared. She longed to be a normal 11 year old without a closet full of old family secrets and traditions. Watson sighed, wishing class would start so that her thoughts would be distracted by the most important subject she would ever take.

[Audrey Hitchcock]

Audrey made it on time today, looking much more put together than the previous class. She'd fixed the stupid alarm clock with a simple spell, but it still irritated her that she had been late to class. As the redhead walked into the room, she immediately knew that they would actually be doing something today instead of just discussing the theories of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Audrey saw the younger girls sitting in desks that were pushed off to the sides, but she decided that she wanted to be different. Estimating the approximate location of where her desk usually was, near the center of the room, Audrey plopped down on one of the many cushions piled there, smiling all the while at Professor McLurcan. She looked around and noticed a few missing people, including Hunter and Julia. Hope they aren't off together, she thought. Whatever, if Hunter was late, it wasn't her fault. She'd woken him up as usual this morning. What he did after that was not her problem.

[Hunter Kelly]

Hunter walked in and saw the pile of cushions. "Sweet! Nap time!" The boy dropped his bags on the side of room, by some desks and laid down on his back beside Audrey, placing his hands behing his head and crossing his ankles. The boy sighed. "I wish more of my teachers would think to let us have a nap day in class everyonce in a while. That would be so cool."

Of course, Hunter knew that it wasn't nap time. That would be a very bad idea in Defense Against the Dark Arts. What kind of message would that send to an opponent in a duel? You'd be standing there, racking your brain, trying to remember what you learned in DADA, and all you could think of was that one time Professor McLurcan let your class have a nap day. What would you do then? Lay down and take a nap as the other guy slaughters you? No. Hunter knew it wasn't a nap day, but it was an interesting thing to think about nonetheless.

[Andrew Levesque]

(( I figured I'd skip the first lesson and just post in this one. If I have to post in the first, let me know and I'll go back and make a post there too. ))

Andrew Levesque walked in his Defense Against the Dark Arts book under his arm, the rest of his materials in a black backpack on his back. Most students had the usual over the shoulder bags, but Andrew found the Muggle backpacks more comfortable and convenient, he strolled in to the classroom, gazing around, noticing right away the way the classroom was setup, quite different to the first lesson. The first lesson Andrew hadn't planned on and didn't associate himself with anyone in the class. Upon entering today however, he took a moment to see who was actually in his class.

Two first years, by the looks of them, a Gryffindor and Slytherin. None of which Andrew had any interest in, he didn't exactly associate himself with younger girls. It just wasn't his thing, unlike some students he had heard of. Then he spotted Audrey Hitchcock, he knew her fairly well. She was in his House, same Year as well, extremely beautiful too. Andrew was almost sure she was dating the Captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team, he wasn't positive though, oh well, might as well find out. If he assumed she was, and turns out she wasn't, that was a huge loss on his part.

He walked to the cushion near Audrey, setting his bag down, lowering himself down, looking over at her for a moment with a grin. She was beautiful, but even more up close, she was gorgeous. Andrew had always liked the redheaded and brunette girls, he didn't favor blonds too much. "Audrey, right?" he said watching her for a moment, he knew for a fact her name was Audrey, but conversation starters never hurt, even if you did know the answer to the question that you opened up with. "Andrew Levesque" he said extending his hand. He knew he was being a little forward, him coming in to the classroom and immediately sitting down next to her and introducing himself, but that wasn't such a bad quality, was it?