DADA - Lesson One (First - Fourth Years)

Layla was excited to be back in Hogwarts, though she was also a bit nervous seeing as she was now known internationally. Wearing her Gryffindor robes and long hair loose, she walked into her first class of the year. Defense Against the Dark Arts. "Goodmorning Professor," she smiled before looking to the board. Almost immediately she wanted to reverse and leave the room. She did NOT want to deal with a boggart.

Layla was not aware of what the boggart would turn in to and she decided that she also did not wish to be aware. Taking a deep breath, the girl stood against the wall towards the middle of the classroom.

Trying to get her mind off of what the lesson of the day would be, Layla thought back to her summer. Her favourite performance had been her last one because Ethan had came to watch. It was special and Ethan had made it even more special. She wondered if she'd see him often this year and then she remembered that he'd be graduating this year and she frowned a bit. What was she do do without her best friend? Hogwarts would be so lonely and boring, she'd have no one to worry about.

DADA seemed lke interesting lesson for Christina. She didn't know that much about spells because she couldn't practise magic before much since she did live in muggle London. Girl sighed awhile walking towards classroom whe she remembered her home. She didn't like think or talk about her home or family, she usually lies to people about it. She just is sick of people feel like she is so unlucky and so on.

She soon walked into the classroom and walked to other side of room. "Hello," she said. Girl did lean on the wall there and looked up to the board. She did read words on there and wondered exactly what they gonna do there now. She knew what was Boggart basically and she thought what could be hers. She sighed and looked around the classroom with her eyes. Most students here seemed to be bit older than her. She hoped if they see her boggart they won't feel pity towards her.

Alberi definitely wasn't in the best mood. His ‘summer vacation’ had been anything but relaxing, the only good part was the week when he was in Diagon Alley. He couldn't even been nonstop on a computer, having to take care of his blasted sister at times. And she just wouldn't stop to cry, waking the whole family up at times in the middle of the night. Could it be worse, now he had a tan. Yes, the pale Alberi Woodston had a tan. Even with a newborn at their hand, his parents somehow manged to go to the beach as well. Meaning Alberi had to be dragged along with them, even though the only thing he did was read under an umbrella while keeping his shirt on all times. But his mother forbid him to take a book with him and didn't take an umbrella. There sadly wasn't the problem with the sun burning them as they could only be there when it was weakest, because of the baby in the family. So, Alberi was forced with a tan.

That defiantly didn't help him feel optimistic or happy and he arrived at Hogwarts feeling rather horrible. He hardly ate at the Welcoming Ceremony and didn't even pay attention to who was sorted where. Afterwards he just feel asleep.

But now he was running late. The reason was that Alberi was trying to hide his tan. He put his uniform as high up as he could to hide his neck and even put on gloves. He cursed he wasn't a girl, then the long hair most females had would have done a good job hiding his face. But for now he would have to deal with the hair he had now.

Suddenly he saw he was late and broke into a run. Why was he always late for the first lessons here... Once he got lost, now this tan... He wasn't waiting for his next year here. And why was he such an awful runner... He was sure that on the next turn he could bump into one of all the hundred of magical things at this school and get even more late. Happily that didn't happen and he appeared at the class room in no time. Sighing, he opened the door just to hear the end of what the teacher was saying. Why would they need a chocolate frog... “Excuse me for being late, professor. May I come in?” He asked, not wasting his breath to explain why he was late.