RATHER TO VEGA'S DISMAY, LUNCH WAS OVER AND IT WAS NOW TIME FOR HER FIRST DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS CLASS, OR AS HER AND THE OTHER STUDENTS REFERRED TO IT ; D.A.D.A.
vega did not have high hopes for their new defence teacher. they had had a new one every year and so far none worked out.
i mean, he did seem a whole lot kinder than the voldemort-infested quirrel, and a lot less self-centred than fraud lockhart. so that was a start.
he had also supposedly helped harry when the dementors got to him, so he obviously had at least some skill. maybe dumbledore put a bit more thought into hiring this time.
but of course, her thinking had to finish as she entered her defence classroom. there were a few others already in there, but your professor was nowhere to be seen. class didn't start for another five minutes or so, anyway, so it wasn't a bother.
taking out her book and quill, vega pulls her feet up onto the long chair beside her, tapping her fingers along her bare knees, keeping her skirt tucked.
a few minutes passed and the classroom filled, and yet there was no sign of the professor lupin.
a minute passed beginning of class, he strolled in happily.
lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher's desk. he was as shabby as ever but looked healthier than he had when vega last saw him, which was coincidentally the same time she was struggling with the aftermath of the full moon.
"good afternoon," he said. "would you please put all your books back in your bags. today's will be a practical lesson. you will need only your wands."
vega perked up,
a practical? already?
a few curious looks were exchanged as the class put away their books. they had never had a practical defense against the dark arts before,unless you counted the memorable class last year when their old teacher had brought a cageful of pixies -to class and set them loose. the memory made vega frown, those damn pixies took a particular liking to tugging and knotting her hair. it took about half an hour to get through all the knots.
