DADA - Lesson Two (First to Fourth Years)

Bennett's next class was much better and happier - regardless of the subject's tones - than Potions. Mainly, he was just glad to be out of the dungeons and out of sight from Balan, besides, Professor Newbury was a much better professor. Bennett walked at a normal pace, not in a hurry and most definitely not wanting to be late, but the crowd in front of him got heavier in the blink of an eye, and Bennett was swallowed by the mass of students. They were all going to different directions, and they were all trying and hoping to make it on time. Unable to blame them, he picked up the pace once he was out of the human traffic and sighed in relief when the corridors cleared out a bit. Of course, the chances of a hallway being empty were very slim, but there were only about five students walking by him and that was welcomed.

When he arrived, Bennett didn't even lift an eyebrow in surprise when he saw Finley and that girl had made it before him. What was her name? Didn't really matter. He didn't smile at them this time, he just walked in and took a spot by them. Not next to them, but close enough so that he wouldn't feel too isolated. Sometimes, he really wanted to sit with someone, and other times he just wanted to be left alone. Newbury's class didn't have seats, though, and that was one of the things that Bennett liked and hated about it. His bag slipped to the floor as he looked at the board.The Verdimilious Charm. "Hmm." Bennett had no clue what the spell was, what it looked like, what it smelt like, or what it felt like, so that was exciting.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was the class that had the most interesting reading, or so Evelyn thought. It also had the most books about it because there were so many defensive spells. As she prepared herself for class, she ran over in her head some of the spells that may be useful for today. Not knowing what she was going into, she didn't know which to focus on if any.

As she entered the classroom, she dropped her bag along the wall and greeted the professor. It was the same professor she had fr Flying and it made her smile, not having to have a different professor for every class. Seeing as there seemed to be no desks in the class, she stood along the wall, away from her classmates.

On the board was the name of a charm that she definitely remembered. It sent red sparks out the caster's wand, however, there wasn't much else about it, or at least not that she remembered and she didn't often forget things.

Not surprisingly, Judah had gotten caught up with other things and completely forgotten about Defense class. He wasn't concerned about it, though. He was sure that because he was a first year and still trying to find his way around the castle he could get away with being a few minutes late. Never mind that it was almost the end of the term. He would drag that excuse until he was 100% certain he couldn't get away with it anymore.

His blond curls fell on his face, a sad reminder that when school was over his mother would make him get a haircut.  Pushing them aside, Judah quickened his step because even though he didn't mind being late he also didn't want to be incredibly late that the lesson was over before he arrived. After a couple of minutes, the classroom became visible and Judah grinned. He wasn't THAT late.

Pushing the door open, only so much for his skinny self to walk through, he grinned in victory. Even if he lost a few points, he could always gain them back by participating. An older student - well, older than Judah - had been saying something about dark magic and objects, and Judah caught only the very end of his response. Still, he moved up towards the crowd, his book bag still on him, and prepared himself to get further instructions, or questions.