Luna stepped lightly into the classroom, and sat down. She had all her books, including the text book that she cherished oh so much. She gazed at the picture on the front of her textbook, it was of Silas. She remembered the day that she'd been told that he was dead, and never coming back again. To never hold her when she wasn't comfy, or kiss her boo-boos to make them feel better, or even read her a bedtime story like he did when he wasn't away at business. Tears came to her eyes, and she sniffled a little bit. She had aspirations to be like her father, to be a good student, a great Auror and an awesome person overall. The only thing that ever stopped her from trying were the teachers here, they didn't seem to like her aside from Mr. Dent. He probably only liked her because she was smart, though, and not as a person.
However, this was DADA class, and Wilson was as bad of a teacher as they come. He was the type to expect students to read the whole class syllabus and know everything ahead of time, just so he wouldn't have as much work to do himself teaching the students. At least, that's how Luna saw it. She also saw it as lazy teaching, something that wouldn't have been allowed back a few years ago. She was just unlucky in that she was born at a bad time. Brienne may have had better teachers than her when she was a firstie herself. She felt as if she were going to full out cry.