DADA LESSON ONE

[PROFESSOR ELENA CORTEZ]

Elena's long skirts rustled about her feet as she strode down the steps from her office into the main classroom. It was large, and spacious, which she was always grateful for, as she liked to do a lot of physical lessons with her students. Not today, though. Today would be mostly calm. She had decided at the last minute - meaning, a few hours ago - to throw them all in at the deep end and get the serious stuff out of the way first, so they could enjoy the rest of the year without having to worry about it.

Stopping in front of her desk, she pulled out her wand and flicked it at the large blackboard that filled the wall behind her. Immediately, words began to fill the space:

Welcome students!
Please come in and take your seats quickly. You may chatter amongst yourselves while we wait for the rest of the class.

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She always liked to encourage her students to have a bit of freedom and fun, and, unlike some professors she knew about, Elena allowed them to talk in class at the appropriate moments, rather than making them all sit in torturous silence. She wrote nothing more on the board, deciding to keep the subject of today's lesson to herself for now. The surprise factor was always a pleasure for her.

Setting her books out neatly in the order she would need them - if she needed them, Elena had today's lesson matter burned into her skull, so it was unlikely she'd need to refresh her memory - and ignored her chair. Instead, she chose to cross to the front of the desk, perching herself on the end of it and smoothing her dress. The class was due to begin in approximately two minutes, and there were still no signs of any students in the sunlit classroom, but they would come. Her lessons were always a favourite around school.






(OOC: Like it says, please come in and take a seat. I'll wait for a few days to give you all a chance before starting the actual lesson. If you're late, please come in anyway and take a seat and try to catch up to wherever we're at. )

[ISABEL TAYLOR]

Isabel was quite surprised to find herself running on time today. Usually she was late for everything, unless no one else was involved or interacted with her, in which case she could usually manage to get places without to many problems. Today, she had been delayed at breakfast by her friends, but still seemed to be sauntering down the first floor corridor with time to spare.

She quite enjoyed Defence Against the Dark Arts. Especially the past few years since Professor Cortez had taken over. She was lovely. A really warm, friendly presence that made Isabel feel safe and comfortable, which she was very grateful for. Slowing down as the approached the classroom door, she peered cautiously inside, dark eyebrows rising as she realized that she was the first one to arrive. Well, that was new.

Clearing her throat, she stepped into the room and gave the professor a small smile and a wave of uncertainty. Oh, well. At least now she'd have a choice of where to sit, instead of ending up stuck next to someone annoying, or right at the front or back where it was either uncomfortable or difficult to see or hear anything. Selecting a seat near the middle of the room next to a window, Izzy sat herself down ad dropped her bag at her feet, blue eyes peering up at the blackboard to see what they would be learning for their first lesson. It didn't say. Izzy frowned. She wasn't sure she liked the idea of surprises in a lesson like D.A.D.A...

[ALBERT MCLAGGEN]

It was odd just for Albert to even intend his classes, but be early? Yeah that wasn't Al at all. Yet he seemed to have gotten to the first floor corridor a bit ahead schedule, he was usually one of the last ones in, being too late to even under stand what was going on. Albert was a bright kid, he had his head screwed on right, he just felt like he didn't need D.A.D.A, his father had been in the Dumbledore's army, and Al thought that was kind of cool. You wouldn't generally hear Al say something about his father was cool, if you was close enough to know him, you'd know he absolutely detested the figure.

Miss Cortez was something else, Al was in his last year at Hogwarts, and he had finally been stuck with a teacher who didn't look like she had been hit with the ugly tree, yeah he thought her pretty, but he wouldn't say that out loud to anyone it was just something you didn't share around here. Maybe the fact that he thought such a thing was the reason he was early today, way too early for his liking, he was the second person to show up, how... embarrassing.

The blackboard showed no telling of what they'd be doing, well suit her fine, Albert probably wouldn't be listening either way, he tended to sleep or mess around in most of his lessons, he just didn't find them interesting enough. His friends, or maybe Melena would entertain him for the duration of what seemed to be the least attended class of Hogwarts in this day and age.