N.E.W.T. class 1st

It was first day for everyone in the school. Gabrielle's agenda was field with complicated classes for this year's N.E.W.T. students that were about to arrive. Her feet made her way towards the front of her classroom after she levitated her big,fat,black notebook and her papers onto the desk where she was going to spend proximatly whole next hour. And finally, before she would sit down her wand was pointed at the empty board.


After she got satsified by her work she sat down on the chair grabbing ink and quil to take a couple of quick notes before her first students would start arriving. There were a plenty of well planned lectures for them this year that were combination with those that they already learnt during last 5 years of school. She sat there and waited...

Brienne walked into the class, her nose was runny and she literally coughed up a fur ball. She wasn't feeling well, but she'd eke it out so she wouldn't get far behind in class. She had the habit of doing stuff like this while sick, well she was a Ravenclaw. She had out her supplies for Charms, including the text book and her wand. She chose a seat in the front row and center, noting that she was the first one in the class so far. She sat down and spread her materials out on the desk.

Trying to sound cheerful through her illness, she said "Hi Professor!" She opened up her text book immediately to a random page, looking through it at her leisure.

Jack slipped into her Charms class, immediately heading for a seat in the back. Nothing against the course itself, but Jack was always a bit wary towards Charms, just because they were somewhat of a weaker brand of magic. But there was a complexity that intrigued her and she was realizing that the subject would be helpful if she did plan on running Weasleys Wizard's Wheezes and inventing new products.

She plopped down into her seat, seeing that she was alone with Brienne. Was this girl the epitome of Ravenclaw spirit or what? She had beaten Jack to every class it seemed; though Jack was not difficult to beat to class. In fact, it was stunning to find her here this early, seeing as she was usually able to just barely beat the bell. Ah well, the time for tardiness would be later in the year.

Brienne turned to see Jack in the back of the classroom, then she smiled. Someone was here to keep her busy during the period in between now and the start of the class. The sickness was evident in Brienne's face, especially her eyes though.

"So, Jack, early eh? Well, I'm ready to learn. How about you?"

Brienne took a tissue from her vest pocket, and blew her nose in it. She disposed of said tissue in the wastebasket at the front of the room.

Amelia had planned to be very early to charms this morning because she still had a few pages in the textbook that she wanted to go over, but just as she had been getting ready to leave Ravenclaw Tower she had been stopped by a first year student, looking very much on the brink of tears and holding his class schedule like it was a lifeline. After an over-long explanation of his attempts to get to the fifth floor for transfiguration and being thwarted every time by the moving staircases, Amelia had attempted to patiently steer him toward a more direct path, though patience had never been her strong suit. The boy seemed not to care, however, if her words had been kind or blunt - probably the latter - and had rushed away to follow her instructions nearly as quickly as she had completed them.

Oh the life of a seventh year.

So this interruption to her regular morning routine had made Amelia a few minutes later than she had wanted to be, but as she arrived in the charms classroom she found that she was still early enough that there were only two other students in the room. She recognized Jack from having met her over the summer, and was thankful when she noticed that the redhead's backside was blessedly free of mud this time, because she didn't need that kind of distraction in class. The other girl was Brienne, a girl she had seen in the Ravenclaw common room over the years and had most recently seen on the train to Hogwarts, but Amelia was determined not to think about that and forced it out of her mind as she took a seat in the third row, off to the opposite side of her classmates.

It was apparent that there was only so long you could put classes off for. Rafael had begrudgingly gotten on that train after a drawn out farewell to his family and he had ‘disappeared’ during the fight with the demons. He doubted that he was missed. Even that small first year he’d helped find a compartment had probably forgotten him by now. That was fine for the Gryffindor, though. He didn’t want to be remembered because people remembering him meant that he had a connection to the Wizarding World that he could ignore. Friends were important sometimes but without them things were easier.

With a small sigh, Rafael opened the door of the charms classroom and slid inside. He closed the door with a click behind him. He turned around and took the class in. There was a grand total of four people present and that was including the Professor, excluding himself. The Gryffindor closed his eyes and sighed shakily. A smaller class meant fewer chances to blend into the background. It meant that no matter what he did, a small percentage of the Professor’s attention would be on him as well as everyone else. Rafael just hoped against hope that someone would come in and draw all of the attention to him or herself. It would really work to Rafael’s advantage but he wasn’t sure if it would happen or not.

The Gryffindor picked a seat in the middle to the left and put his bag down on the floor, setting it down instead of throwing it like some other people did. He leaned down and took his textbook out from inside before taking the chair out from underneath the table and sitting down. Then, Rafael opened up his textbook, removed the bookmark and began to read from where he had left off last night.

Zack walked to the charms classroom and opened the door gently closing it behind him he walked to the back of the classroom and sat down in the desk in the corner. he glanced around the room and noticed the board was empty. slightly annoyed he continued looking around the room not really noticing anything in general he wondered who would be in this class. He hoped at least one or two friends.

Gabrielle watched as 5 students walked into her classroom rather boredly. Why were they always at such "big" number? She stood up from her desk as she counted students for herself. "I would say that's 40 points for Gryffindor, another 40 for Rawenclaw and 20 for Huffelpuff. Strangely on my other class i missed rawenclaws not slytherins.." she commented more for herself then for anyone else.

"Well good morning everyone i hope you had nice holidays. My name is Gabrielle Delacour. Some of you might know me because i was a teacher here before, but anyway.." she said adressing her students so it would be clear they needed to stop the chatter. "I believe in practical approach. You get graded at each and every class even today. I trust i don't need to read you the rulebook again because if i do have to do it for NEWT students i seriously need to change my profession.." she said not wanting to stay too much at this topic.

"If you have any questions ask now. If not one of you might be able to tell me what are non-verbal spells?" she asked sitting back at her desk to take a better view of each and everyone of them.

Brienne raised her hand, "Non-verbal spells are those which are performed without incantation. They are very difficult to perform because they require great deals of patience and concentration. One needs to practice, practice, practice until the cows come home. Some may still not get it after practicing for that long". She had an advantage over some of the students in that she had an "older brother" who'd tell her everything she needed to know before she went to school for another year.

Scorpius entered the Charms classroom a little late, as per usual. He wasn't exactly very interested in Charms, but it was one of his better subjects, he had gotten an O for his OWL's in it, and so had chosen it over Transfiguration. Closing the door behind him, he turned and realized that he recognized the teacher. She had been the old Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, and he had never really gotten along too well with her. Looking around the class, he chose a seat near the end.