Class was a trial, regardless of who was teaching it. However, Defence Against the Dark Arts was a personal favourite of Elijah’s. Professor Wilson was quite possibly the man’s favourite teacher. The Professor’s attitude towards students - which was hostile at best - made the lessons something Elijah enjoyed. Trundling down the hallway, he wracked his brains as to what to tell the man. It had to be something that ruffled his feathers. Then again, his presence was sure to do it. Elijah would settle for that, he decided, and so with a smile, he turned the corner and entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. It was exactly the same as it always was. Wilson’s stamp of clean, no-nonsense decoration (or lack thereof) was still present. The change was who was stood at the front of the classroom and it was someone who was quite obviously not James Wilson.
“Children, children,” Elijah spoke from the back of the room as he made his way to a table where he set down his bag and his outer robes. He straightened the green and silver tie around his neck and walked down the aisle between the desks, taking in who was there. Gryffindors. “Evidently, Professor Wilson got married and took off to live his life somewhere else. He’s not married to the school, you know. Well, not anymore.” Elijah smirked. “And we now find ourselves with a man who cannot be any more than twenty two...and that’s at a stretch. You have the undeniable mark of youth on your face, sir. Are you sure you’re qualified for such an undertaking? You are aware you have to teach the next generation of Witches and Wizards how to defend themselves. At best, you must have only a N.E.W.T’s worth of experience. Now, I’m not suggesting I could do better. I’m suggesting someone else could. Now, do give us your life story, sir. I’m sure everyone’s riveted to hear it.”
And with that said, Elijah turned on his heel and wandered back up the aisle where he took his seat, kicking his feet up onto the table as he did so. “Well,” he told the Gryffindors. “Don’t look so gormless. Sit down, it’s story time!”