DADA: Lesson Two -- All Years (Open to 6 Students (I need even numbers!))

Mimosa should have known something was about to go down when the announcement Jake had sent out to the DADA class said to convene at the dueling classroom instead. Since it had gone up a few days earlier, plenty of students had been granted the opportunity to speculate what the Gryffindor Head had in store for his students. theories ranging from complicated obstacle courses to a free for all melee duel where all students worked together to bring Jake down flew through the corridors and Mimosa had to work really hard not to show how stupid everyone was.

As if Jake would make them fight him. She may not know her teacher that well but the man always twisted himself into knots in just their Quidditch training, trying to make sure she never got hurt. Mimosa doubted he would devise any lesson that would involve mass injury.

But she didn't say it out loud partly because she either forgot at the time and partly because morbid curiosity still held some sway on the eleven year old. If there was going to be a tough obstacle course, she was going to head straight for Mercy and they would ace it like they did with the pixies. But if there was a mass attack... the strategy of hiding behind Gaspard would serve better.

So when the usual crowd of Slytherins arrived at the classroom and found out what they would be doing, it became super important to find a partner that wasn't Ji Hyun or Squid Boy. Catherine and Constance were already taking out their wands because they had a "no messing with the hair" pact and the boys were glaring daggers at each other, clearly trying to use this opportunity to prove who was the more superior wizard. The only other Slytherin in the room was Elena, and in that second, Mimosa had never been happier to see the blonde.

"Hey Elena, lets duel!" the little witch chirped, walking over to the taller girl. Of course, Mimosa wasn't the bets at using her wand and hardly knew any spells but in her mind, she would give the other witch a tough fight.

Elena walked into class with her wand in hand ready for today's lesson. Elena has always loved DADA, she took after her father in that department so when it came to this class from now on, she was going to honor her father in a way. The hair clip with a dolphin from the Muggle world that was her favorite was clipped in her hair. It was the last thing her father had given her.

Elena intently listened to what Professor Jake was saying. Duel. She was good at dueling, instantly remembering everything her had taught her growing up. She was pretty confident but she refused to let it go to her head. Who knows there could or is someone better then her in the room. When Professor Jake said to partner up she was approached by another Slytherin. Mimosa if she recalled. "Yes Mimosa, lets duel" she agreed.

Nerisei's life had taken an interesting turn. At the beginning of the term, her relationship with Dimitri had grown somewhat cold, and all because he had failed one lesson, but was forced to resit a whole year. Nerisei could not understand why a parent would do that to his son, especially to someone as intelligent and capable as Dimitri. But the witch didn't have a say in this, since she didn't particularly know what was going on inside Dimitri's family.

Though, to make matters worse, the young witch had become a Prefect, a position the older male had wanted quite badly, and to see her stealing that away from him had hurt him. Badly. And that ended with a cold and distant Dimitri, who was constantly avoiding Nerisei at all costs, all because he couldn't deal with his damn emotions like a man. It had taken the witch quite some time, but eventually, she had found time to talk to him. But that talk had led to... other things. Things that Nerisei eventually put to a stop, because they were in the middle of the Ravenclaw Common Room.

They did meet the next day though, and after everything that happened in the Prefects' Bathroom, someone could say that the duo was back to what they used to be over the summer. Utterly smitten with each other. The Ravenclaw witch found it quite difficult to focus during her lessons, which frustrated beyond words. But each time her eyes landed on Dimitri, and he gave her that charming smile of his, everything seemed to calm inside of her. Her whole world was literally revolving around him. And with Christmas Holidays being almost here, Nerisei couldn't help but think of what was going to happen between the two.

But today's lessons was one that needed extreme concentration, and the witch had promised herself to stay focused. Defense Against the Dark Arts had never been her favourite subject -- everyone and their mother knew that was Potions--, but she found it quite interesting nonetheless. "Dimitri move your ass, we're going to be late!" Neri hissed, grabbing Dimitri's hand and dragging him down the stairs. Whoever had said that women took longer to get ready... it was a lie!

Eventually, the duo arrived to class, in time, thank Merlin, and was surprised to see that today's lesson was... a Duel. A devilish smirk touched the girl's lips as she turned to the male by her side. "May I have the honor of being your partner today, Mister Moreau?" Nerisei asked, knowing that Dimitri would not reject her. She dared him to try, though.

Mercy was excited about dueling. She'd found she was best at offensive spells, and she wanted to put them to the test. She had taken one dueling class last year, in fact, and it had been really fun, but was unfortunately not offered again this year. She watched carefully as Jake showed them the motions, remembering how the guy last year had done it. As he finished the demonstration, she clapped a little bit, ready to start. When he released them, Mercy immediately turned to look for Mimosa.

Only to find her talking to the older girl she'd met in Diagon Alley over the summer. Mercy froze. Somehow it had never even occurred to her that she and Mimosa wouldn't be partners. They were a team. Right? She knew that they'd never exactly agreed to work with each other all the time, and that partnering up in class wasn't actually supposed to be done on the basis of friendship, but...well, Mercy had just sort of assumed it was an unspoken thing. It hurt more than it probably should have, seeing her choose someone else to work with. It was just one class, but still. She felt...bad. Jealous, her mind supplied. She blinked.

She was jealous, she realized. And not just today; she felt it whenever Mimosa walked around surrounded by her admirers. Why? Mimosa was allowed to have other friends. It really shouldn't bother her so much...but it did. All she wanted was to spend some time alone with her best friend, to have her full attention. Something in her chest fluttered at the thought, and she forced herself to snap her gaze away from the younger girl and pay attention to the class. Mimosa had a partner, so right now she needed to figure out who she was going to work with.

Almost as soon as she'd started looking around, Sasha approached her with an offer. Mercy grinned up at the older girl, relieved that she wouldn't have to find someone she didn't know. She nodded emphatically. "Sure! Let's go over there," she pointed to an empty space near Jake's desk and started walking towards it, trying not to look at Mimosa as she passed.

The young witch didn't expect Dimitri to refuse her, but even as the words of agreement left the boy's lips, Nerisei couldn't help the smile that touched her lips. His teasing had always been welcome, and Nerisei found herself loving it more and more, as time passed. Truthfully, she loved everything about him more and more. "Oh, I am sure I can handle you, Mister Moreau." The witch teased back, walking after him as they moved off to the side, where there wa space for them to duel.

Pushing the sleeves of her shirt up, Nerisei took her wand out, giving Dimitri a big smile. "I promise to go easy on you, my love." Nerisei said before bowing, though her eyes remained on Dimitri the whole time, a small smirk touching her features. She was going to enjoy dueling with Dimitri, she knew that very well. Standing back up, Nerisei turned around and took the appropriate amount of steps away from Dimitri. The fingers that were wound around her wand seemed to tighten their hold on it, and the witch took the time to take a deep breath before turning around.

Game. Set. Match.