Defense Against The Dark Arts

Using Bones As A Substitute for Swords Doesn't Work, Trust Me

31st May 2022

Oho, new chapter! And of course, the new MCR song :) For the translations in the chapter, I'm relying on google translate, and well, it isn't all that reliable so if it's wrong, please correct me. I posted two new oneshots on ao3 this month, one in the mcr fandom, and the other for Supernatural, so feel free to check them out (I have the same username as here)

The class - consisting of fourth year Gryffindors and Slytherins - didn't seem to mind that we were late. In the ten minutes that we were gone, two of the Gryffindors had taken some of the bones of the skeleton (causing it to collapse into a heap on the floor) and were enacting a sword fight around the tables, with the other Gryffindors cheering on, and the Slytherin's all sitting in a corner, playing some sort of card game.

The two sword fighters freeze as our door opens, and the Gryffindors fall silent.

"Hey Percy, maybe this is the time to deduct points," I say into the room.

The two Gryffindors slowly back away, and drop the bones onto the floor.

"I would think that too," Percy says, "If it weren't for the fact that that was hilarious."

I snort, and hold out my hand, letting the bones fly into it, and then focusing on the collapsed skeleton, allow it to return back to its original form by the door.

The two Gryffindors gape at each other, before sitting down on the desks at the back. "Well we need some sort of punishment. Otherwise the other teachers will think that we aren't fit to teach," I say, loud enough for the students to hear and wilt under my disproving tone of voice. Or at least I hope I sound disproving enough to make the students wilt. "Not that we are fit to teach," I add on quietly.

"Extra running?" Percy suggests.

Running? One of the students mouths at the person sitting next to each other.

"Yeah, I think that would work."

After a bit (a lot) of fuss, the students are gone, and we get a few moments to ourselves.

"That one with the shaved head had a bit of technique, don't you think?" I say.

Percy nods in consideration. "I'm still shocked at the fact that they thought bones would be a good substitute for a sword

"Okay, maybe he didn't have much technique then."

Percy sighs wistfully. "Honestly, I can wait until we get to teach them the fun stuff, like sword fighting. It'll be like camp."

"Ah yes, the good old times, sending kids to the infirmary every minute. We'll be teaching bigger classes too, so they'll be even harder to control."

"It's fine, they're magic they can probably just click their fingers and they'll be as right as rain."

Like before, we read until the first person is back, and then I chuck a biro at her. She catches it in one hand, and looks at it. "The prize for being first back is a pen?"

I shrug. "Well, the other years appreciated it."

"That's because they don't know about them. I'm muggleborn, I've used a pen before. I'll take it though."

The class goes in a similar fashion as before, juggling balls flying everywhere, and at least two kids trying to knock over the skeleton with the balls. (Why? What is the point? At least they were practising accuracy, I guess).

Harry and his friends are in our next class, I discover, when they walk into class five minutes late.

"I'm so sorry Nico and Percy. I mean Professors, Snape let us out late," Harry exclaims, and practically throws himself into the seat at the front. Hermione and Ron follow slightly quieter, and sit on either side of him.