(Lesson One) Defense Against The Dark Arts

[professor sythe du la tombes]

IF WE RUN THIS LIGHT TAKE A LITTLE LIFE
no one will care at all

w e c a n b u r n i t a n d l e a v e
FOR WE ARE THE BEAUTIFUL THEIVES
a n d n o o n e s u s p e c t s a t a l l

The Defense of Dark Arts room, had been on the second floor, near the end- making walking to it, quiet a long walk- great willow barked doors stood there closed, when the students would enter the room, they would see tons of empty desks, not to mention a rather large desk in the center of the room, the desks facing it- however the teacher would be no where in sight.Along the walls had been various books,and even a few display cases that had fairy like creatures fluttering about, with dark beetle like wings, they had two pairs of arms and had been a gray color, next to them had been another display case- it held what looked like a garden gnome- without all the ornate decorations on them, a bald head, that seemed to large for it’s potato like body, and small arms and legs- which would make the curious mind wonder how the creature hadn’t been top heavy. The windows of the old, bricked room would be blocked out with thick black curtains depriving any light in the room, however it had been brightly lit with floating candles.

A small piece of chalk would float on the air, quiet noticabley and begin to write in neat, large- letters:

“Please, take a seat anywhere, class will begin momentarily.”

After everyone would take a seat, the chalk would fall- and the candles in the room would burn out, leaving the students in complete darkness, however it would be temporary- as suddenly an emerald green light shot high in the air from the teacher’s desk, the emerald light would appear from the desk and then illuminate the room, and a coy smirk could bee seen on a beautiful woman’s face, suddenly the emerald light would shoot to relight the candles. A woman sitting on the desk had been there- that hadn’t been there from the start. She had been sitting there, her legs crossed- her elegant robes had covered her body, her dark hair pulled to the side, her hazel eyes had a glint of amusement in her eyes. ”Bonjour et soyez bienvenus à ma classe, je suis-” she would pause and laugh softly, before standing up.

”I am Professor Tombes.” she spoke in perfect English, as she took a few steps away from her desk. ” This is not a class I will baby you in, and if you take the class as seriously as you should then you will pass, and for all you know what you learn in this class- will some day save your life.” she spoke, rather seriously, her hands moving to grip each other behind her back, as she began to pace in front of her class. ”Not all wizards are good, not all creatures want to be your friends, in this class I will be incharge of teaching you how to protect yourself, protect your family and protect your loved ones. If you don’t care for any of this, get out of my sight now” she spoke, and her playful grin had faltered, her hazel eyes narrowed down to her class as if a hawk on it’s prey, and most even would feel like prey under the woman’s harsh gaze.

”If you think this class is a joke, then you are without a doubt in correct, and you might as well think your life is a joke as well..” she laughed softly, before moving to sit back on her desk, ”Now, that we got that out of the way-” she would run her fingers through her hair, ”Welcome to my class, no question is a stupid question- unless of course it is a stupid question..” her fingers would tap her chin slowly, as her hazel eyes slowly drifted to the ceiling.

”Any questions?” A coy smile on her face, a chesire grin to be exact- from ear to ear. This woman, who looked as if she should have been a student herself, this dark haired teacher- had been Sythe Du La Tombes, and was indeed the teacher for Defense against the dark arts, and she was determined to make every single one of her students, just as good as her at the arts, it was a promise she’d make to herself.

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[tira dewitt]

Tira was slightly confused by the need for the dramatics for the start of the lesson but if that's what the professor  needed to do then that's her deal. 

Her hazel orbs looked around the room and then back to the proffesor. She wasn't much older then Tira herself. Running her fingers through her platinum locks Tira took in more of what professor said and when she asked for questions Tira looked around to see if any were brave enough to ask.

[orion valmont]

Orion was leant back in his chair looking around the room with his piercing blue eyes. When suddenly the room went black he feel forwards and was Actualy afraid . Looking around the room he tried to suvay what was happening and then he saw the proffesor in front of the class. Leaning back in his chair Orion tried to regain his cool composure. 

Leaning back in his chair he rested one foot on the desk and crossed his arms across his chest. He wasn't about to ask any questions. 

[taylor marvolo]

Taylor rolled her eyes when the lighting when out. As her eyes adjusted to the emerald light, she focused on the woman that had appeared. The girl wondered why the professor was so theatrical, but at least she was a lot cooler than the previous professors that she had.

Listening to the Professor talk, Taylor patiently stared at the woman. She then looked around the room to see if anyone had any questions. She was going to be very surprised if anyone did at the moment. Things were still quite simple, why would anyone have any questions?

[jang jin ah]

Emerald light illuminating the sudden darken classroom. As Nana's eyes got used to the sudden change in light, a woman appeared, like 'magic', sitting on the desk with her legs crossed. Her DADA professor and Ravenclaw's head of house. A smile spread across Nana's face as she watched the rather theatrical opening to the first lesson of the term. She had a feeling that she was going to love this class and the professor. Although she can't seem to grasp the need for a dramatic entry especially for subjects such as DADA. It was the same for seven years straight at Mahoutokoro.

The twenty year old sat there listening to the professor. The standard speech bearing the usual warnings, some introduction and a welcome. The only question that she itched to ask was whether they can begin with the lesson now. The girl is a Ravenclaw after all.

[professor sythe du la tombes]

Hazel eyes would peer down to the student, and she sighed softly. ”I’m.. afraid you all failed the first lesson.” she laughed softly to them, ”Not that it was graded.” she spoke as she moved and walked softly across the the room, a brisk step in her stride. ” This class is Defense Against the Dark Arts, start being defensive.” she spoke to them as she tapped her wand against the chalk board, and the piece of chalk seemed to come alive and began writing something, that the students wouldn’t quiet be able to see yet.

The dark haired teacher would walk up to the desks, staring down, to them. ”I want you to expect anything and everything in my class.” she spoke as her gaze didn’t seem to stare at the students, but it had almost been as if her gaze had peered through each and everyone one of them, but a soft smile stayed on her face; it’d be over all.. well to be blunt; it’d be very creepy.

Turning her back to the class and sitting on her desk again,”You will be, learning these topics for semester one she pointed her wand to the board and the piece of chalk would drop, and very neatly, quiet large letters had been on the chalk board::

* Knock Back Jinx
*Verdimillious
* Lumos- wand lighting charm.

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Creatures:
-Doxies
- Gnomes

She stared over to see their expressions of her students, her brain had been ticking like a bomb. "So, I'll let you decide- which subject should we start with first." she spoke as she began to walk around the room, examining her students as she looked to them curiously. "But remember, expect anything." she would chime softly as she circled the room, as if a large beast of prey, she was curious who would speak up first; if anyone, they seemed as if they had been a shy class- which had been fine.

"Oh, and when you speak up to me, introduce yourself, i'd like to know who's speaking to me." she spoke calmly.

[decon brown]

Decon had been sitting 3 rows back from the front of the classroom. When the lights suddenly went off at first he was extremely surprised by the sudden development and immediately scanned the room to see what was going on. When the lights came back on in the room he saw his teacher sitting there on the desk. It seems his teacher has a flare for the dramatics. He didn't let his guard down all the way though, he didn't like teachers with a flare for dramatics, they always seemed as if they had something up their sleeves that they were just itching to let loose.

She asked the class if they had any questions and to be perfectly honest he didn't really have anything to say. That and the off putting demeanor that his face usually held caused teachers to not call upon him anyway. He just stayed quiet. As the teacher sighed he realized that she seemed to want people to ask her questions. Well at least she likes her job. After putting the topics that they would discuss on the board. He was slightly hesitant, however he didn't let it show. Not many emotions seemed to get through to his face, always opting for a somewhat hard look that for some reason made women swoon, most of the time. Seems like everyone in this class was a friggin supermodel. Decon raised his hand looking the teacher directly in the eyes and said "If you are giving us the choice why don't we try learning Verdimillious as our first lesson?" He said. At the very least neither his voice or face betrayed his nervousness at being the first one in the class to speak up. "Oh and before I forget the names Decon, Decon Brown. It's a pleasure to meet you". He flashed a winning smile while silently berating himself for how utterly stupid he felt for saying these things.

[aizawa kenichi]

A grand opening indeed but it was one of the many that he has seen so many times after living for so long. The young man with pale skin and jet black eyes sat at the corner of the back row. However, he enjoy classes such as these because there are constantly dark...and cozy. His favorite type of place. His kind of place. He unwrapped his spiral lollipop and munched on it while observing the room filled with beating heart and fresh blood.

"If you are giving us the choice why don't we try learning Verdimillious as our first lesson?" A boy suggested, who later introduced himself as Decon Brown. 

"I second the choice." Hands raised, Ken decided to voice out. It did make the class move faster and get straight into the first lesson rather than playing the staring or waiting game until either party gives up. "Aizawa Kenichi." He introduced himself.

[taylor marvolo]

Taylor smiled when the professor began class. Humm the topic that they were going to cover seemed interesting enough. Sitting up straighter in her seat, she listened to two of the boys in her class say that they want to learn about Verdimillious.

Sure that would work. "I agree that we should learn about that too Professor Tombes. I'm Taylor Marvolo." The girl piped up. Three yeses should be enough to get the class started right? Taylor glanced around the room again, hoping that the other students would say something and do it fast.

[baby walsh]

Smoothing a few of her hair down, Baby stared at her reflection in the mirror, a past time she found herself doing often when starting her day. She roled her eyes, but a slight smile appeared on her face when she pulled on her uniform for the morningclass. She had a real love-hate relationship with that uniform and she’d had heard many of the students who came from schools other then Hogwarts comlain. It was early in the morning, but she was excited for one of her favorite subjects, The Dark Arts. Grabbing her bag, she checked her supplies once more, flipping through her books in order to see that they were correct. Taking a deep sigh she glanced up at the clock noting that she had 15 minutes to make it to class. 5 if she put her shoes on. Opting to shove them into her bag and put them on before she entered the classroom, she gave herself a salute in the mirror and left.

The trek to the Dark Arts classroom was as she expected it to be. Normal. Walking with her friends, they babbled loudly, matching the heightened tone of those around them. As she entered the classroom, she noted that not much had changed about the room since last year, a few things on the walls seemed to be missing but that was to be expected. At the front of the room sat their teacher, busy with something on her desk as students continued to flood the room. Tapping the bag against her legs she searched for a seat allowing herself the luxury of taking her time, continuing her conversations as well. Choosing a seat next to her companions Baby sat back and waited for the class to begin.

It didn't take long as after only a few minutes, the Professor started their day, introducing herself to all of them in french. Tapping her fingers against the desk, Baby nodded along with the other students. The Verdimillious charm sounded good to begin with this year, even though the knock-back jinx was always funny to experiment with.