Defence Against the Dark Arts - Lesson Two (All Years)

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Lux merely rolled her eyes at Jake's words. If he'd wanted them to affect her, he would be disappointed. "Right, fun at the price of your dignity," she muttered under her breath, too soft for anyone to hear. Her definition of fun definitely did not include wearing outrageously childish hats. Fun was more like, inflicting torture, or scaring toddlers witless. Seriously, if Jake wanted to be taken seriously and respected as a professor, he should've shed the stupid reindeer horns.

At Jacques' words and Jake's confirmation, Lux narrowed her eyes. She'd been right. This was going to be easy. She knew what to expect and she wouldn't let it affect her. She was ready. "I'll go first," she volunteered, stepping forward, chin held high with pride.

She steeled her backbone, reminding herself that this wasn't real and she could defeat anything that came her way. A thought entered her mind right before the trunk was opened. What if it wasn't the scene she was expecting? After all, she'd found her parents and dealt with everything that came with that. It was a part of her life that was closed. She didn't have time to ponder more on it though.

The Boggart was starting to shift. Lux, wanting to see what it would be this time, didn't cast the spell immediately. This time, she saw herself. It took her a moment to recognise herself because she was dressed in a light pink dress and she was being [i[nice[/i], handing out candy - that wasn't poisoned - to little children. And she was enjoying it.

Quickly, before she let what she'd seen get to her, he lifted her wand and casted the spell in a firm voice, picturing Kamren in a ballerina tutu flapping around to Swan Lake. "Riddikulus!" Laughter bubbled up and she let it lose, dispelling the Boggart.

She made her way back to the classroom but didn't pay attention to anything else as she thought over what she'd seen. Boggarts revealed fears so there was no denying the fact that Lux feared becoming a softie. But what brought on this fear? She'd never been afraid of changing; she'd always struck fear into those who knew what she was capable of doing to them. Was it because she had been living with Kamren and Clarinda? Did they have anything to do with it? It was the only explanation. Living with them had softened her.

Her eyebrows drew down in determination. She wouldn't let that happen.

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As Prim listened to Jake, the brunette female suddenly felt apprehensive about what her boggart would be. At first, she thought it would be her looking dead to the world but than an image of her father, of Walter Byrne, flashed in her mind and she shuddered and wondered what she would do if that man appeared as her boggart. It would make everything more complicated, it would make people question why the man appeared as her boggart.

As the Head Girl, ~~nastyrudeandpossibleenemy~~ stepped forward to go first, the brunette watched as the woman's boggart turn into a nice version of her which just made Prim wonder what type of person Lux actually was and truthfully she was thankful she didn't know the seventh year or that she never even talked to her. Prim had a feeling her sanity wouldn't survive.

"...I'll go next." She spoke in a shaky voice as she stepped forward, her eyes wearily eyeing the mass in front of her as the boggart slowly gained a female-like posture before it quickly changed shape to that of a male in his forties, a haggard look, old, messy clothes and a crazed glint in his eyes; her own eyes, ~~oh so familiar to that of his though her attention wasn't on that~~ flitted down to the Dark Mark on the man's arm before she took a much closer look at the man and, recognising some of the features that she herself had seen in the mirror whenever she looked into it, took in a sharp breath that rattled her ribs.

"Father..." She breathed the word out so quietly, so brokenly, no-one would've been able to hear but Jake who was standing close by. ~~And she hoped that he hadn't heard because there would be uncomfortable questions from her Professor should he try to inquire about her boggart.~~

Her arm shook as she rose it and, imagining one of her fellow orphans who had ended up being used as a doll by the older girls and who had been dressed in dresses because of his androgynous looks, she firmly spoke the incantation. "Riddikulus!"

Letting out a soft, forced chuckle pass her lips the fourth year shakily made her way to the back of her classroom and collapsed on one of the chairs, her hands shaking as she placed her face in them, the shivers of dread wrecked her body.

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Prim had told Max about her dad. Well... she'd tried. The poor witch had probably ended up very frustrated when Max kept coming back to the point she had a dad - even if he was on the run. Max was, unfortunately, finding it hard to see why Prim was struggling with it, because he couldn't put himself in her shoes. However, Max was there, when she wanted to talk, he would listen, but he didn't have much in the way of advice.

But as Primrose took to the floor to try to the spell out on the Boggart, Max had been taken aback to see a man. Max didn't know for sure, but he could guess this might be her dad. He didn't look very nice... Clenching his fist, Max willed her on, hoping she could defeat the Boggart. Prim did, on her first go, and as she moved away - and not back to him, Max took the hint, his smile that had formed on her success fading as he looked back towards the Boggart.

"I'll try, Jake!" Max called out, pulling his wand from his belt and stepping in front of the beast. This was, probably, one of the only creatures Max knew he never wanted to own. And he could feel the fear growing inside of him as he waited for the creature to change.

What Max had not been ready for, however, was that the Boggart would not take one shape. Much like Max's mind, the Boggart didn't seem to be able to focus on a single fear. Instead, it flipped first to his parents, standing before him, and telling him (and the rest of the room) how they thought he was useless. How they were so dissappointed to have him as a son when they could have had someone who made them feel proud.

They'd barely finished that sentence before the image shifted. Replaced with what many would assume to be a pile of twigs. But Max didn't need to look twice to know that this was Buckle and his family that were currently out in the woods. Max's eyes began to sting in that moment, looking on helplessly. He could hear the muffled sound of Professor Jake's voice, but it didn't register.

But the Boggart shifted again, this time with two faces the whole class would know. Together, though, in this representation, Elyah and Prim leered at him, their nose turned up in disgust. "Why would we think of you as a friend? You're so weird. And quirky looking. Nobody likes you, Max!" The Boggart said, because both girls laughed in a manner that was not their own.

Max's arm had fallen to his side, his shoulders sagging in defeat as the Boggart amalgamated the three of them together.

Max barely noticed Professor Jake step across him - nor the Boggart change, before laughter filled the room, and the trunk snapped shut. It was only then that Max realised his cheeks were damp, and his hands moved quickly to brush the tears, but it was much too late. The damage had been done.

Turning on his heel, Max ran from the room without looking back, trying to put as much difference between him and the Boggart as possible. He did not want to go back to DADA ever, ever again.

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Learning magic was, Serenity found, quite fun. The Professor for Defense Against Dark Arts was a nice man, someone she found herself trusting automatically. That particular class was also interesting, since she got to use her wand and cast spells -- except today.

As always, Serenity stood at the back; while she normally preferred the front row for note-taking, during practical lessons she favoured the wall, simply because she was nervous about performing magic. She wasn’t exactly the most powerful, and her spells often failed unless she practised really hard, so being forced to practise in front of others wasn’t something she enjoyed.

And today was even worse. They were going to be trying to get rid of a boggart. A boggart, that would reveal her biggest fear to all her classmates. A boggart, and Serenity was beginning to wonder if she could somehow get out of it. But the more she thought about it, the more she realised she had absolutely no idea what her greatest fear was, and not knowing was annoying her far more than her fear was preventing her from stepping forward.

Before she quite knew what was going on, fist curled around her wand, she walked through the crowd of students, Tammie following dutifully behind, and approached the trunk. Almost in slow motion it opened and a figure stepped out. Her heart started pounding as she recognised it as Aunt Sally, barely registering her own movements of raising her wand, spell on the tip of her tongue.

”I don’t want you to live with me anymore.”

Serenity faltered.

”The Ministry wants nothing to do with you.” Aunt Sally continued.

“Why?” The question left her lips before she knew she wanted to speak.

Aunt Sally crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. ”You’ve outlived your purpose.”

Serenity blinked, a strange wetness spilling onto her cheeks and tracing an itchy, slow line down to her chin. The last time she cried was when she Saw and Felt a stranger murder someone a year ago. After that, she saw no purpose in tears; they didn’t change anything. “Where will I go?” she whispered, her hand dropping, wand almost falling from her hand.

And then there was a warm hand grabbing her wrist, pulling at her, and she glanced down to see Tammie there, shaking her head. “Serenity need to leave now. Boggart not safe,” the elf said, tugging once again. Automatically, still reeling from being told by Aunt Sally that she was no longer wanted, Serenity allowed the elf to lead her, breaking into a run to keep up; it was, after all, what she was trained to do by the ministry.

Leaving the classroom entirely, Tammie led her to a quiet corner of the school, where Serenity drew her knees up to her chest and wept.

Closure of Class.

Thank you to those who have posted in this class. Points will be given as follows:

10 points for attendance
5 points for any question being answered
Up to 15 points for participation

Thank you for your participation - this will still count as one of your three classes.

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House Points
Maximillian Hollingberry = 10 points for attendance + 15 points for participation = 25 points.
Nirek Kapoor = 10 points for attendance
Primrose Seele = 10 points for attendance + 15 points for participation = 25 points.
Delilah Wilson = 10 points for attendance
Serenity Newman = 10 points for attendance + 15 points for participation = 25 points.
Jacques Clement = 10 points for attendance + 5 points for answer = 15 points.
Lux Bailey = 10 points for attendance + 15 points for participation = 25 points.

TOTAL:
Gryffindor: 60
Hufflepuff: 0
Ravenclaw: 25
Slytherin: 40

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