DADA: Lesson Three - Petrificus Totalus (Years 1-4)

The last class of the year had arrived, and Jake had opted to split his classes out for the last time. Ivan's first birthday was fast approaching and Jake had absolutely no clue where this school year had gone. One thing he was sure of though, as much as he loved teaching, he was going to be grateful for the small rest that was coming his way. Something he was sure his students would agree on too.

As usual, the classroom was devoid of desks and chairs, but today the floor was one large cushion. Why? Because the lesson was going to be practical, and if the spells were done correctly, there would be a lot of falling over.

Jake stood at the front of the class, waiting patiently for his students to turn up. Behind him, on the board, the words Petrificus Totalus were displayed, making sure all his students were aware of what they would be attempting that day. Now, he simply had to wait for everyone to arrive.

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Stephen tried to like DADA, he really did, especially since his favourite cousin built her life on defending people against the dark arts. The professor wasn't disagreeable, either. Professor Newbury, in some ways, reminded him of Eun Soo-noona, who had chosen a career in Law Enforcement despite what the family expected from her. From what Stephen had seen of Professor Newbury, he was a kind and funny professor, and he didn't seem to lose his cool even when Stephen and some other students seemed reluctant to use the spells on their partners. Stephen could definitely appreciate that.

It was sad, then, how it was such a relief for Stephen to know that this would be the last DADA lesson of the year. He had come wearing clothes he could easily move around in, and he immediately greeted his professor with a smile. The smile eventually turned into a frown as Stephen noticed how the floor had been turned into a large cushion. Yikes. That was a bad sign. It meant that Professor Newbury had to take extra precautions in order to keep them safe, and his suspicion was confirmed when he saw the spell written on the board.

Petrificus Totalus wasn't so bad as far as spells went. It wasn't harmful, but being petrified wasn't a fun experience either. Stephen should know—on his second year in Hogwarts, he had tried to break up an illegal duel in the dungeons and ended up being accidentally petrified by some Slytherin. Since then, Stephen dreaded the day he would have to study the spell. He didn't want to experiece that feeling again, even if Professor Newbury had done his best to make sure the floor would cushion their fall.

Couldn't they just go back to Protego?

Sighing, Stephen took a seat on the floor as they waited for more students to arrive. At the very least, this was the last class of the year, and then Stephen wouldn't have to worry about being petrified again.

Jacques had rolled out of bed that morning with little and less enthusiasm for the day's lesson. Professor Newbury was not Jacques favourite teacher because he was so... charismatic. Trying to be any and all student's friend. It wasn't Jacques' idea of professionalism, and thus he had not like the professor from the word go. But, Defence Against the Dark Arts was interesting, because it gave Jacques an inadvertent look in to the Dark Arts.

Hurrying along the halls, Jacques slipped in to the classroom that the lesson was always held and had to catch his balance as his feet fell on something soft only a moment later. Frowning to himself, Jacques looked to the board - Professor Newbury was predictable enough to find the lesson always written on the board in his terrible penmanship.

Petrificus Totalus

Jacques sighed internally at the overly basic lesson that they would be having. And with the appearance of only one other student thus far... Jacques hoped the other boy was not incompetent, because any lasting damage would most certainly come at a price.

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If there was something Lyra appreciated about having DADA, it was that it forced her to keep in shape. It wasn't a favourite class of hers—DADA often made her classmates rowdy, which just wasn't very pleasant to watch and experience especially since Lyra did her best to learn the spells while still appearing dignified. She supposed that was the effect of excitement on people, but for her, DADA was just another one of those classes she needed to get good marks in.

Before coming to class, Lyra had spent quite a bit stretching in her room. One of the things she missed about home was the grand piano and the studio her parents had built for her. At Hogwarts, music and art classes weren't offered as electives for first years, and it was times like this when Lyra regretted not having convinced her parents to let her go to Beauxbatons. They were already reluctant to let her go to Hogwarts to begin with—though she had proven time and time again to them that she was not clumsy, her parents still believed that she would get into a terrible accident again.

She was already risking it, still doing ballet despite the injuries she had sustained years ago. She supposed the best ballerinas have gone through worse. When she was told by her doctor that her injuries would forever limit her as a ballerina, she had locked herself in her room and refused to go out for days. At the time, Luc had seemed ridiculously happy.

Perhaps she did need DADA—though she still refused to believe that Luc might have been causing her harm all these years, learning to defend herself was still essential.

Lyra walked into the classroom with her head held high as always. With her perfect posture and cool, impassive expression, she looked more like a princess and less like a Hogwarts First Year student. Her face did not betray her surprise at seeing only two students in the classroom. Perhaps she had miscalculated the time and arrived too early, which she regretted, as she could have had more time doing some stretches. She greeted the professor politely and hoped that she would be paired with the Hufflepuff boy, who seemed nicer than the Slytherin boy.

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Ryder had left his common room with a sigh on his face since school was his least favorite type of thing which was classes. The eleven year old made his way to Defense Against the Dark Arts, and entered the classroom and saw three other students in class and Ryder rolled his eyes and made his way to sit in back of the class.

The first year liked Defense Against the Arts a little, but his dislike for school period was what went in the way of him liking classes. The young boy had watched the bored as Professor Newbury had wrote sloppy spell.

Petrificus Totalus

Which let Ryder let out a smirk and he wondered how in the world he could possibly do good at it. Than soon the young boy made an attempt at casting it and hoped he could hit someone with it or do something fun.

Since the eleven year old was all about fun.

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Tristan had enjoyed Defensive Magic and thought that perhaps helping people can sometimes be an good thing. The fourteen year old made his way to the classroom and he began walking to the classroom with his wand in his pocket and he was ready to learn whatever he was going to learn.

The fourteen year old had entered the classroom and he saw that others children were in the classroom and he smirked, and went walking and took a seat in the front of the classroom and he wondered what spell he would be learning.

Than he soon observed the bored and saw they were reviewing Petrificus Totalus and he got his wand out and he wondered when they would actually cast it. Than soon as the class went on he waited until he was instructed to cast it.

Tristan soon let out a smirk looking around at other students and was ready to cast any spell he was required.

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Alberi wasn't really proud of himself. To a point, that was actually an overstatement but one thing remained true - he had, or really, hadn't been in class this year. It wasn't because he wanted to run away - it was simply the fact that he found classes to be so boring. He'd walk in, listen to the teacher (and not even that happens all the time, if the teacher isn't friendly) and then does whatever said teacher told them to. And Alberi could easily do that if he studied on his own. Of course, it really wasn't the best course of action but honestly, he didn't care. As long as he got good grades, which he did, and attended enough classes to last, he really found no reason to actually go to every single class. He'd do well by himself, obviously.

He idea was born in the summer, a while after he had returned from Diagon Alley. And from then, he began to tell himself that it would be the best course of action, making himself more and more convinced. Sure, he may lose points for Gryffindor but he really didn't care for the house cup anyways. Yes, he may even get detention if caught but the librarian didn't really seem to mind him hanging out ever hour there. Then again, Alberi sometimes chose to study elsewhere, changing his place every hour so he could be seen moving, so, along with the fact that he seems older for his age, he might of been thought as a fifth year. From what Alberi had learnt, they often skip lessons to study for their O.W.L.s. Though that wasn't very likely, as he didn't seem that old.

However, the year went by and the end was nearing. To Alberi's discontent, he had forgotten that he hadn't attended any lessons. 'I was sure I had...' he thought to himself as he finally made his way to Defence Against the Dark Arts. After all, he didn't want to repeat a year even though he knew for years ahead. At least in theory. The practical part came harder, especially when it comes to combat. Or potions, with that matter. Both nearly impossible to do without either a person or a cauldron (the latter was, in fact, impossible without a cauldron).

Entering the room, he quickly examined who was in. A few people he knew, others - not so much. To only one he's actually talked to. Once. And you can't say it was remotely pleasant. Afterwards, he gazed towards the board. Petrificus Totalus? Simply enough. Though he hadn't done the spell, he had read enough to know how it works. To a point, he hoped they wouldn't need to use it in practice but if they did, Alberi believed he would do alright. Keeping his face straight, he walked as far as he could from those who had already arrived and leaned on the wall, watching to see what will happen next.

"Right!" Jake said once the clock had struck the hour, signalling that the lesson was now to start. "Lets get on with this, shall we?" The professor asked rhetorically, his enthusiasm for his job as large as ever. "Today, as I'm sure you have noted, we will be looking at the spell Petrificus Totalus." Jake explained, motioning to the board for anyone who had not yet had a look at it.

Jake had, slyly, slipped his wand from his holder on his belt, noticing the Gryffindor student taking out his own wand. Silently, Jake sent a disarming charm towards the boy, and watched with amusement as the wand flew from the boy's hand to his own. "You will not be waving your wand around before I tell you to, Ryder. That is how people get hurt, and I will not allow it in my class."

Just because Jake was not so strict as others, it did not mean he missed when people were trying things they shouldn't be.

"So, first, who can tell me what this spell does?" Jake asked, putting Ryder's wand on the desk, and putting his away until he needed it again.

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Ryder had wondered if Professor Newbury had actually been looking at the students until soon Ryder had watched as his wand had been taken from his hand, and he soon realized that troublemaking tactics had finally managed to come back again which made him smirk since rules after all were meant to be broken.

Then soon Ryder listened as Professor Newbury told him that he would not be waving his wand around until he was told to, since that was how people got hurt and that would not be allowed in his class and Ryder looked and he said in a nice tone even though he had actually enjoyed casting spells.

" Sorry it will not happen again. " said Ryder with a grin and he rolled his eyes since he knew that when his sister was not here was when he got into trouble and anyone with a brain knew that.

Ryder soon watched as Professor Newbury placed his wand on the desk and he listened as Professor Newbury asked them what the spell did and Ryder raised his hand hoping to call on him, and he soon looked and he said. " Isn't the spell a body freezing spell. " said hoping the professor would believe him with him knowing what it was before he casted it.

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Tristan had been watching as Professor Newbury had got mad at a Gryffindor student for casting spells when he should not been, which made him laugh a little. Since did children ever actually listen when they were told. The fourteen year old looked up at the professor as he scolded the young student, and Tristan began to figure out that this kid had no knack for actually following the rules which made Tristan admire the boy for a second.

Soon Tristan listened as the kid had apologized to Professor Newbury even though Tristan could see the kid did not really mean it. The Slytherin had looked and he listened as Professsor Newbury asked the class what the spell had done and Tristan knew it was a freezing curse or a full body bind curse.

From his three years at Hogwarts he knew what spells meant and wondered if other students actually knew what it was since if not then how the heck are they in a class where they do not know half the spells even though first years were understandable, but older years should know.

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