Being a Greengrass after all should sound pretty serene.
But being a part of "the Emeralds" should not, especially when hearts become entangled with the infamous Regulus Black.
Goodness, lawfulness, or evilness. Which path will they tread in the ti...
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New character: Professor Calla Morwenna
September 2nd, 1978
Avery, Pandora, and Dorcas threaded their way through the stone corridors, the low murmur of students echoing against the cold walls. The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was buzzing, a mix of Ravenclaws and Slytherins already filling the room with tense, guarded energy. Avery caught sight of Regulus sitting stiffly near the front, Barty and Evan lounging a few desks away, casting sly smiles and sideways glances.
They slipped in quietly and took seats near the back, Avery's eyes catching the subtle watchfulness in Regulus's gaze.
"No one's told us anything about her," Dorcas says, squinting into the light. "Just that she's new."
"I heard she used to be an Unspeakable," Pandora whispers. "But then again, I also heard she breeds winged horses in Romania. So—"
Avery cuts her off with a nod forward. "She's there."
Just as the last chatter died, the heavy classroom door shut with a soft click—no hands visible to have closed it. A hush fell instantly.
From the shadowed corner, a figure stepped forward. She was unlike any professor Avery had seen—young, almost deceptively so, with dark, cropped hair that defied gravity in every direction, like it had a will of its own. Her black robes bore no House colors, no badges, only a faint shimmer that seemed to ripple subtly as she moved. She was smiling—genuinely—but her golden eyes swept over the students like a quiet current.
"Good morning, all!" she calls out cheerfully as they approach. Her voice was melodic, almost sing-song, but not careless. "You're right on time. Five points to both Houses just for punctuality. We love a good first impression, don't we?"
The Ravenclaws stood straighter. The Slytherins looked mildly intrigued.
"I'm Professor Morwenna. Calla Morwenna." She continues, clasping her hands together. "And I will be your DADA professor this year—which, yes, means I'll be throwing unspeakable things at you, asking you to stay calm, and then clapping when you manage not to die."
A chuckle rippled through the crowd.
"But I'm also here to make sure you leave this school actually prepared. Not just with spells, but with instincts and nerve. With knowledge no textbook will bother to give you."
She turned and began walking toward the door. The students hesitated until she called over her shoulder, "Come on, then! Today's lesson will not be here. Gather your things. We move outdoors."
Whispers fluttered around the room. Outdoors? On the first day?
Avery exchanged a glance with Pandora, who was already stuffing her quill into her satchel with a grin. Dorcas raised a brow but said nothing, swinging her bag over one shoulder and following the slow tide of students filing out into the corridor.
