The Lost Lestrange

Chapter 5

On Wednesday, Des, Gemma, Anya, and Thomas walked into their first day of Defense Against the Dark Arts. They didn't quite know what to expect and had heard different stories from every house and every school level. He had spooked a majority of the fourth years by showing them the Unforgiveables in class. Of course, Des knew that if she were to join the legion of their patron it would entail using quite a few of these but she knew that it would get her in trouble, should she choose to use them in school. Des wanted to learn, she truly did, but she was not stupid. There would be no joining the cause if she got expelled.

Attempting to rid herself of any expectations she had for the class, she walked in with her friends and found seats towards the middle of the class. She knew that sitting either at the very front or the very back meant that she would be more conspicuous to the professor and that's not what she wanted. If Moody was going to do something odd today, she didn't want to have to be called up as an example.

Moody hobbled in, his magical eye swiveling around in his head as if it were taking in each one of their faces. The eye lingered on her for a split second and she felt her stomach tense, almost making her ill. That big glassy eye made her uneasy.

The class was uneventful, much to Desdemona's surprise. Professor Moody had asked what they had learned to that point and had fashioned some sort of a review for them, with a promise that at the end of the class, he would get started on the next topic, which would be harmful spells and Unforgiveables, which were already seventh year material. Meaning that he had been covering advanced material with the underclassmen. It wasn't long before Moody abandoned the review, however, and began talking about past experiences that ended up capturing the attention of everyone in class. They had spent the whole class listening to Moody's auror stories and soon the bell had rung for the end of the period before they had even gotten to the new material.

Desdemona left the class with Anya and Gemma almost disappointed. All the underclassmen had hyped up the idea of having Moody as a professor, talking about how he demonstrated all sorts of advanced magic, even demonstrating some forms of dark magic, and her class didn't once get to see anything like that.

"You bummed about today, Dolohov?" Thomas asked, catching up with them and falling into her stride. She had almost forgotten that it wasn't her true surname.

"Not necessarily," Des said, shrugging, "I expected more, that's for sure."

"His old auror stories weren't enough for you?" Gemma said, "I've heard other students talk about dark magic demonstrations and I think I'd rather just listen to the stories."

"Yeah, Farley, but you don't seem to be interested in that sort of thing anyway," Thomas said, causing Des to snicker. Gemma huffed and turned away from the two of them.

"You don't suppose your reaction to the class had to do with what your plans are for after school, do you?" Thomas asked, his tone changing from his usual mocking jeer to something more serious. Des knew that Thomas planned to take the same path she did, though they've never really spoken about it before. Des looked over at Anya and Gemma, carrying on a conversation of their own, before turning back to Thomas and dropping the volume of her voice.

"Possibly," she admitted, realizing that may have been it. She already knew that schooling would be biased. Obviously, nobody else had wanted a return of the Dark Lord and Des tried her hardest to hide her political leanings in school, save for small moments like these with people like Thomas. "I don't know... I thought that it would offer some sort of insight that my father wouldn't provide. I should have known that it would have ended up biased."

"Perhaps you're the biased one, eh Dolohov?" There was the usual tone, back again. Des smiled, jabbing Thomas with her elbow.

"Your opinion is the same as mine, genius," she said, "that makes you biased, too."