Class I: Year 1

[Alexander W. Black]

So the day begins with Alexander Black in his first time ever teaching a course, not mentioning it was the course he did excellent in every year during the times he attended Hogwarts. With a smile and books in hand, Alexander walked down the corridor heading towards the famous Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The room he'd been longing to see for such a while. Wearing a black cloak around him, he entered the empty classroom. His heart began to race. Of course things were going to be way different then the times he'd spent his years here. A little touch of fun was what courses needed.

Placing his books, the ones he held from so long ago, on his desk. Amazing how now he was actually allowed to come and be near the desk and actually be the one teaching the course. With a shrug, Alexander took out his wand from inside his cloak, and tapped the board with it. Like magic of course, the following words began to fade onto the board.

I welcome you all to Trio's Hogwarts!

Today's topic;
Introduction/Curses

Satisfied with his work of art =], Alexander sat on his desk, picked up a book from his pile which he brought and began to read. Awaiting for all first years to appear through the door. The glory of what these kids were getting into was what just made Alex completely nervous-free.

[You have 42 hours to get class, from there on you'll be considered late.]

[jarodlacroux]

Jarod hoped that this would be one class he'd enjoy out of the rest he's attended so far. He wasn't too enthused about Transfigurations because the professor was a nutter. Literally! For some reason she had him pin-pointed out of the rest of the students, already marking him on top of her list of students to pick on for the rest of their school lives until they graduate. Well, he wouldn't take it any longer once there was a new TA, he hoped.

But Defense Against the Dark Arts sounded more interesting. Perhaps he'll have a better understanding and a better classroom to learn in other than that damn red cushioned room that gave him an awful headache. Who ever thought that red was the new light blue ought to be shot because red was a obnoxious color that couldn't do very well with covering the whole room with. Color theory 101, don't make a room completely red unless you want your students to go nuts.

He finally entered the classroom, which for once looked normal and pleasing to Jarod's eyes. A headache seemed far from ever approaching his mind as he nodded to the teacher and took a seat in the middle of class. Finally, a desk he could sit in and place his book and other stuff upon. Doing so, as he took his book out and a piece of parchment paper, along with his feathered quill and ink bottle, he sat back comfortably in his chair and waited quietly and patiently in class.

[wolfeh]

Faye was on time to all of her classes so far! ^-^ She skipped to her Defense Against the Dark Arts class in celebration. When she entered the room, she read the board first, and, with a smile, she took a seat in the front row. "Morning, mister...erm..." she said as she re-read the board, not finding the T.A.'s name.

[symantha]

[/i] familiar there, like Jarod LaCroux, her arch nemesis, or at least that’s what she pretend he was. And upon entering the dimly lit classroom, sure enough, he was right there, sitting there with a smug expression. But he wasn’t all that caught her eye, no.

“Alex?” She said in a questioning tone, arching her eyebrow. Alexander Black was one of her quidditch team mates, and now he was her teacher? This would make an interesting class. “Woah! How are you? Or do I have to call you Mister Black?” She smirked, feeling a bit weird calling one of her former teammates Mr. Black. It seemed to formal. Ick.

After that strange revelation, Sym turned back toward the desks and headed toward Jarod. Today she was feeling bold. So instead of sitting as far away from him as possible, she decided to take that AnnaSophia’s usual place right beside him. Sitting down in the desk, she looked over at him, smirking his way. He was the one that wanted to be civil wasn’t he? And even though her intentions were more along the lines of taunting him, why not let him think that perhaps she liked him after all? Perhaps boost his ego a bit before knocking him down.

Sym turned away from him, taking out her parchment and a self-inking quill. She crossed her legs and waited for the lesson to begin. She wondered where Brent was. Usually he’d be right at her side. But then… she wondered how that would turn out. Her best friend meeting her enemy? Hmm.. Sounds like fun.



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[jarodlacroux]

Jarod's eyes lowered as Symantha entered the room, sounding oh-so-friendly with the TA named Mister Black. Great, she had a buddy in class that could absolutely make his life terrible, but hopefully that wouldn't effect how he would feel toward this class because he's been looking forward to it since Transfiguration turned out to be his loathesome subject of all courses in this school. Obviously he was going to have a hard time this term.

He pretended not to even notice her until she took a seat beside him. Why!? Why on earth would she sit beside him? Did she want to make him miserable? Is it enough that he obviously was trying to distance himself away from her. It was something about Symantha that made him falter in the first place, but it was evident that the first glance was always a mask to the true person behind it. And he's always found her awful because of how she treated him.

Civil doesn't even describe how he wants to be with her. Since term break, she made it very obvious that she didn't want anything to do with him, nor did he want anything to do with her. But somehow he's found himself in this situation where he's close to her and is overwhelmed by her presence around him. He'd like to relocate himself, but that would just make him look bad on his part. So instead, he ignored her by keeping his vision forward and his mind only on the subject. Revenge will be mine.

[chelsea]

Early. The idea pleased her, as she let a small smile show on her face, making it pass the crowds that haunted the hallways. Too many people - no one would notice the smile that was on her face, or so she thought. Her pace quickened, as she eagerly wanted to arrive to her class. She hated being late; it was.. tardy.

Her smile disappeared the exact instant she entered the classroom, her blue-green eyes giving a quick scan of the area. Three students. Pathetic; in a sense it meant everyone did not show the same eagerness she had when it came to lessons. Then again, she was in Ravenclaw... A sigh on her part, as she let her satchel fall to the floor, and slip into a seat at the edge of the classroom. She didn't like being far in front, nor at the back, unless absolutely neccesary. So, the edge suited her. Or the middle too.

Giving a hesitant glance once again about the classroom, she let her head rest in her hands, as she stared dazedly at the desk. Let class start, please.

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[yanni]

Yanni walked into his first DADA leson for the new term. Seeing no one he knew, he took a leap of faith. He sat next to a girl he'd seen in all of his other classes. Her name was... ummm. Faye?
"Hello," Yanni said in a weak tone. "I'm Yanni Papas, Greek born and breed. I've seen you in all of my other classes so far." Yanni took a deep breath and hoped he hadn't just made the biggest fool of himself.

[siren]

Brenda did not smile when she walked into the room. Everyone either seemed super hyper-happy, or really upset. There was even this Gryffindor boy who Brenda knew from charms class that seemed miserable with his company. Was she an ex-girlfriend? Or just an enemy? Maybe both...

In any case, he'd seemed miserable in charms, too. He needed some "Brenda time".

She stood at the desk on the other side of him, hoping to distract him by crossing in front of his row and going down the aisle towards him. She wasn't sure whether she should smile or not. He seemed set on staring straight ahead, actually. She internally shrugged and merely leaned on the desk. He was a lot older than she was... Probably seventeen or eighteen. Brenda was fifteen, so that made a two or three year age difference. It made her wonder how old everyone was! Such a fascinating subject.

"May I sit here? she asked in a very out-of-character quiet tone. She knew those girls who would intimidate someone by sitting right beside them then automatically introducing themselves... Like what that Ravenclaw boy was doing to the Gryffindor girl. It was really awkward, not to mention she wasn't sure that the girl wanted him there in the first place. How stupid.

{For Jarod, of course.}

[alexandra]

[glow=red,2,300]Elenor was happy to be on tiem to her first lesson of D.A.D.A it was one she was looking forward to since arriving. She entered the room found a seat, this was a difficult task as she knew nobody in the room. When she found a seat she looked at the board in delight.[/glow]

[gerardturner]

<sup>A new T.A it did seem. But whom was to take the challenge of teaching the marvellous bunch of First Years? A former Slytherin, Alexander Black. A smile played upon his lips. They'd met possibly once, when Gerard had been on the quidditch team. But that seemed so long ago now. Too long. Sighs escaped his lips, knowing he'd should have never left. How saddening. But he had returned now, and there was no point mellowing in his past. He needed to arrive to class on time. Or considor being late.

Inside were a few students, none of which he knew. It did not matter though, Alexander or someone would arrive soon enough. Or at least they should do, he hoped so anyway. Gerard shrugged, taking a seat at the back of the classroom, his arms crossed upon the desk. His bag lay underneath. His eyes gazing to Mr. Black. This could be a fun year?</sup>

[Mimi Suicide]

Defense Against the Dark Arts. That's what the class Mimi is heading for is called. Of course Mimi had no idea what that class was about but if she has to guess, it would be about defending one self against dark arts? Erm...Mimi is not so sure about that. How is she suppose to know these things?! If she doesn't even know what a...erm...telaphone? is. This is weird...at least they would get to do some magic right?

There wasn't any one Mimi knew at the class. She did recognize a couple of people and she smiled. Yay, at least she knew some people there. Being familiar with some people is better than not knowing even who is who.

"Hello!" Mimi said as she sat down at some chair.

[emmawinters]

Emma Winters entered the DADA room, eyes expectant and mind racing. Glancing around the room, she noticed a few students from her earlier classes, along with some others she didn't recognize. Seeing Gerard, she smiled and headed over to the Slytherian. Taking a seat next to him, she placed her books on the floor, unsure of this Professor's rules.

She glanced up at the front of the room, and craned her neck to try to see what book the professor was reading. Unable to see, she pulled out her own book, about Quidditch, and began to read.

[connor15]

[red]Changing into his pyjama's the night before his very first class at Trios Hogwarts - Alias set his alarm clock a good hour and a half before class started.
Waking up the next morning, Alias had a sudden jolt and an extra heart beat - for, he was very exited. Showering, brushing his teeth, changing into his proper school robes and shaking his messy hair, Alias headed for the Great Hall to grab something to eat. A small jump in each of his exited steps brought him down to the Great Hall - where he had some bacon, eggs and some milk - Alway's have to start out my day well with some "brain food" mum use to say.

Now, for the first time - walking into his first Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Alias' heart was pounding against his ribs as if they we're a jail cell. Finding a seat in the second row of the class room - Alias found himself sitting beside a Hufflepuff girl, he observed the walls and students of the classroom and set his eyes to the chalkboard, waiting - for the Teacher to start the lesson.

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[eveeee]

Evelyn walked into DADA and looked around the classroom. She spotted Mimi so she walked over to her. Evelyn took a seat by Mimi. "Hey" she said to her with a smile. Evelyn looked through her bag for all her things. She took her things out and waited for class to begin.

[sophieann]

Defence Against the Dark Arts. Sophie-Ann had been looking forward to this one intently. Kinda hard not to, when those same Arts had claimed the life of a parent. Striding purposefully into the class (well, in so far as a girl of 5'2" could stride) she took a quick look around before finding herself a seat behind a Hufflepuff girl and a Slytherin boy. Without a word, she took out her quill and pen, and set them down on the desk.

Her eyes flicked across the writing on the board. Introduction/curses. Good. Let's not waste any time he. Sophie sat bolt upright in her chair, a look of quiet intensity upon her face, and awaited the start of the lesson.

[wolfeh]

Faye blinked for a moment, listening with a small smile as the boy spoke to her. "Nice to meet you Yanni. I'm Faye. I don't really notice who all is in my classes unless someone speaks to me; I'm kind of shy most of the time." she smiled, flushing slightly happily, noticing how many nice people there were in Hogwarts.

And here she thought no one but Sev would talk to her.

[jazziojazzio]

AnnaSophia bit her lip as she rounded a hallway. She wasn't sure where she was headed as long as she got there on time.

I got your runaway smile in my piggybank

She grinned as she finally found her Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Finally. She was quite looking forward to this class since she was very curious about the spells that wizards and witches use to defend themselves. Interesting. She poked her head through the door and smiled seeing a few more familiar faces. She guessed that in every one of her classes she'd see at least one person she knew. It felt reassuring to know that. She saw Emma, Jarod, Evelyn, Alias (yay!), Faye and Sophia-Ann. She grinned and strolled into the classroom.

It had an... educational air to it... it made Anna feel a little queasy and nervous just standing, framed in the doorway. She smiled weakly and waved at everyone, she skipped over to Alias and flashed him a grin. Best friends forever, right? She grinned and took the seat right in front of Alias, who was sitting somewhat near Emma who was sitting beside a Slytherin boy. She turned around in her chair and poked Alias' arm. "Miss me?" she asked, smirking, her eyes twinkling cheerfully. Last night she had had a nice dreamless sleep and woke up sweet and clean. She had arrived at the great hall to get the first serving of breakfast, nice, warm and hot. She bit her lip, thinking of someone when that came into her mind.

George. Her Uncle George. She wondered if she'd ever get to see him at all during the school year. Maybe they'd run into eachother in Hogsmade? You never know. But then again, it made her mind wander to another boy she knew. A small bit of nervousness and shyness came over her, making her flush under her robes.

Her hair was done up with two colourful clips on either side of her head, pushing her hair back in an abnormal way that made her look kind of... sweet in a strange sort of way. Cutie. She smiled and leaned with her arms on Alias' desk. "So, how are all your other classes, Alias?" she asked curiously.

[Chadwin Forwick]

Shawn walked into the class, and quickly sat down. He didn't look for any of his friend, he was in his zone. He had a notebook in his hand, and was obviously writing lyrics down, the words on the paper were:

"One day,
you will see.
That all the things you do,
suddenly fade away, fade away.
You can't change, you can't change"

"No, that won't work," Shawn said. He immediately started erasing.

[jarodlacroux]

Realizing the amount of students pouring into the classroom distracted his mind off of Symantha for the time being. Hopefully she'd up and leave eventually. He could only wish since her presence was always unwanted, but at the same time needed. Surely he was being a hypocrit, but something about Symantha had always thrown him off his rocker, but he hated how she was just so persistant in herself. She always had this air of superiority about her, and especially arrogance as well.

He then scooted his feet underneath his desk as a girl passed infront of him to the desk right next to him. Glancing over for a moment, he returned his gaze toward the front of the room. Jarod didn't waste his time on being the charmful, dashing gentleman he could be since his invitation to do so was ruined by Symantha long ago. And he wasn't easily influenced by beautiful girls who tried to catch his own attention. But the sound of the girl's voice next to him broke his silence. "Nope, don't mind at all," he murmured.

[emmawinters]

Emma watched as Shawn entered the room, obviously deep in thought. She placed her book down and headed over to where he had sat down. Peering over his should she saw:

"One day,
you will see.
That all the things you do,
suddenly fade away, fade away.
You can't change, you can't change"

"Hey, that's not half bad," she smiled, wondering where he had gotten the talent to write.