DADA: Lesson 1, Pod 1

Michael found himself, once again, as a Hogwarts professor. He had agreed to substitute, but here he was already subbing, and for Defense Against the Dark Arts. He was certain few people knew much of anything about him. He would merely appears to them as if he was only an old man, and, for the most part, he was content in letting them believe that.

Unless someone had been unduly paying attention, they would not have noticed that at nearly every skirmish that they'd had requiring the fire power of an accurate wand, Michael had been there. Every time Minister of Magic Robert Lupin had needed backup for himself, Michael was his back up.

Who he was and what he did was not important. Teaching young witches and wizards how to protect themselves was. He poured himself a mug of tea from the kettle that was over the fireplace in his office, decended the stairs to the classroom and perched on the edge of the desk, checking his watch. It would be interesting to see who showed up for class and what skills they brought with them.

Will the class be interesting? Would it actually teach him some important things? These were the type of questions that kept popping up in Brice's head. He truly wanted to see how it would turn out, to have a break from learning the Dark Arts and study their defense. Now that the time came, he started to question himself. Maybe it would be boring. He'd have to deal with it anyway, if he truly wanted to see both sides of the rift. That, however, was his problem. Plus, he was standing like an idiot in front of the entrance, and some students walking by were giggling. That probably wasn't good.

So, he should obviously step  in.
Quickly.

So he did. Upon entering, the first thing to see was an old man near a desk. He stepped up,  looking for a place to sit. Either the class would be really boring, or really interesting. That didn't answer either one of the questions, though.

Jon walked up to the third floor his backpack was slung over his shoulder and his wand strapped to his thigh as he moved , he liked having it there as if it gave him some comfort he could get to it if he needed and draw it fast.

Walking up to the door he saw a slytherin boy stood as if frozen to the spot. He frowned but saw him enter the class room. Jon followed and looked to the desk, his eyes grew wide as he saw who was sat there.

"ow shit" He said softly " Morning Mr Tremaine, um..have you seen my father lately, How is he?" he asked as he found a seat not too far to the back of the class room. He set down his bag and looked at the others who entered including the slytherin he knew was Brice, he'd heard his name mentioned more than once.

Cecilie did take DADA lesson for just the reason to learn it. She didn't plan to use it really. She didn't like fighting and ao on, was it with magic or without it. But here she did it when needed. Girl sighed and walked towards the classroom.

Cece walked into the classroom and saw there people already. "Hello, professor," she said there now and sat down into first row basically. She didn't even look right now who exactly was proffessor and who were in lesson. Girl wanted to sleep actually. She was already to tired. She still wasn't use wake up early again. At summer she could sleep long time and now was hard. She stayed up late too and still does.

Girl slowly placed her hands on table and head on it. She knew that she can't fall asleep here now. She tried to fight with it nlw there. She didn't know the spell what she could use to make her not sleepy or tired.

Michael watched the students enter. He saw their mixed reactions to an older professor, and John's reaction to seeing Michael was not something Michael had missed. He cracked just a trace of an amused smile.

"Hello, John," Michael said. He didn't want to necessarily answer a question about Steven right at the moment because he wanted to respect Steven's privacy about his life and his work.

"Good morning," Michael said. "I am Professor Tremaine, and I am to be, at least for now, your professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts. It's my job to teach you how to use a wand to keep yourselves alive and, preferably, safe. Previous professors were limited in what they could teach you. However, inasmuch as the wizarding world is an increasingly dangerous place, perhaps we ought to dispense with those old playful lessons and get down to the rather serious and important business of survival. I presume you're all up for that, yes?" He looked at them all.

"Given that we were all rudely introduced to this school year by an assault by werewolves, perhaps we ought to start with those. What do you all know about werewolves, then?"

Mindana Lionis was late...again.
She'd overslept by a whole half-hour and was now being forced to run from the dungeons all the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. On her way through the corridors, she managed to trip over her own feet, effectively skinning her knees. She ignored the blood that she could feel running down her calves and continued hurrying to the classroom.

"Good job, Minda. You're going to lose points for your house, you idiot. And all because you insisted on staying up watching what's-his-face playing around with a fire-dwelling salamander." she muttered to herself, finally reaching the classroom. She opened the door and apologized to the professor, then made her way over to an empty seat, tripping over her feet once again and landing face-first on the floor. Minda stayed there for a moment, feeling her face turn red, then managed to get up and sit at the desk, her knees bleeding even more. She grabbed a handkerchief from her booksack and dabbed it over the skin.

"Sorry, Professor. I'm sorry." she muttered, looking around at the other students.