Basic Level - Class 6

Wilson entered his new office. Wasn't that strange. He always thought that he would have that lovely and comfy classroom he had before. This new classroom was a nice change. He wrote today's title on the board and his usual note Copy the text from the board!. He sat down and waited for the students to arrive.

Andrew entered the classroom rather slowly. He was nervous about this class. Nervous about everything. He was the littlest kid he'd seen at Hogwarts--even for a first year. And coming in like this in the middle of a school term didn't seem to be easy. Everyone seemed more advanced than he was at everything. He scoped out the classroom for the most remote, hidden seat of them all, and chose it, eyeing the professor, not sure if this man wanted to be spoke to or not.

He finally managed a rather timid, "Good morning," as he went to the seat. He took out his notebook and his text, and began copying the information from the blackboard silently and obediently. One thing Andrew knew how to do was how to obey whoever was in control at the moment.

"Good morning professor Wilson," James Wake said, walking into the classroom after a small boy he did not recognize. At first, James had been compelled to introduce himself, but he did not like to mince words. A side-effect of his "violent" upbringing, naturally. James sat down in a stiff, militaristic stance, and took out his books and parchment. As he took out his wand, James murmured a simple animation spell, ordering the animated wand to copy the words on the board. It wasn't the first time James had a class with Prof. Wilson, and he knew the teacher's style well-enough to know that once the wand was finished, James could pay rapt attention to the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. Not that he would. His book was full of annotations, full of words that mocked, baraged and most importantly, corrected the usage of language and magic as described in the text. It was a natural past time for James, but now that he was nearly finished with the book, he did not know what to correct next. Transfiguration? Not his toughest point. Charms? Light subject.

Frank entered the Classroom witha very bright smile on his face. "Good Morning Professor Wilson!" he said every cheerfully. "How are you today?" he asked taking a seat at his usual spot. He ducked beneath the table to grab his books and some parchment. He placed it all on the table, and began searching himself for a quill. He seemed to have misplaced his, then he rememberd he had left it in the common room next to the fire place. He had been up since five am writing a story. He sighed but rechecked his bag. Nothing there, he closed his bag sadly and shoved it under the table.

"Excuse me professor, but do you have a spare quill I could borrow?" he asked the Professor. "I seemed to have left mine back in the common room!" he said knowing exactly where it was. "Or if you don't mind, I could run back to Gryffindor Tower and grab it. I know exactly where it is!" he added nodding his head.

Miseria entered the classroom, nodding to professor instead of greeting him with loud voice. She looked at the other two students, one Ravenclaw and the other Gryffindor. Oh, so she wasn't late after all. That was quite imperssive after those two times...
She sat down on her usual place, in the middle row, and took out her parchment, and copied down the text what was on the blackboard. Interesting, what will they learn about vampires? Everyone knew that they weer all blood sucking creatures, and also an immortal, extermely fast and strong. Also they were kind of beautiful and according to many theories, they could even hypnotize their preys.

Alex entered the classroom. She muttered something what sounded like "G' morn'n", nodded and sat a row behind blue-haired girl - Miserie? Miseria? She didn't remember it well, because her memory had been playing tricks in last days.
Alex looked at the board. Writing again, she thought, took out parchment and started writing.
Vampires she wrote and then all this other text. Vampires... blood drinkers, immortals, fast, strong... And sometimes the enemies of werewolves. she added in her thoughts, and smirked a little. She discovered that she kept thinking about one thing. When's the next full moon?

Abbey entered the classroom, not as early as she usually was. She quickly took a random seat and copied the text from the board, the usual routine in Professor Wilson's class.

''There is enough to start. Now, good day to you all. First, in order to start the lesson I shall, as I always do... pose a question. For starters, can anyone tell me what Vampires are?'', Wilson asked, standing up.

Miseria's hand jumped up in the air:"Vampires are immortal creatures who need to feed of blood to survive. Actually for this immortal part - they live for a long time, but not forever. They can't walk in the sunlight, because they will turn into dust," she said. Everyone supposed to know that fact.

''Manson, what has happened to you? You seem to be the best in this class. And yet, another correct answer. Ten points for Hufflepuff. Tell me now, what kind of blood do they need to feed on?'', he asked the class once again.