A Trial to See

Chapter Eight

Isabelle's pov

I looked down at my time table for the classes I was taking this year. Since I had the duty to get the area that the dragons were going to stay at and help prepare things for the tasks this year I could only take two classes. I decided to take Defense Against the Dark Arts and Care of Magical Creatures due to those being the two classes that I either excelled in or struggled in. I had DADA right after breakfast and magical creatures right before lunch so I had the time in between classes and the rest of the evening to get everything prepared.

I got to the classroom with plenty of time to spare. It was a spacious lecture hall with tables that fit two students each. The whole room was clad with dark-colored woods and an innumerable amount of items such as a spider in a jar that was on the teacher's desk. I sat in the very first row next to a curly-haired boy. I quickly settled down and got my notebook and quill ready for class to begin.

The boy cleared his throat "Hi my name is Neville Longbottom. It's nice to meet you" He stuttered out as he held out his hand to me I smiled and shook his hand "I'm Isabelle Ryan. It's nice to meet you."

He let out a small gasp as he realized who I was and I kept smiling as I put my hand back into my lap. "Aren't you supposed to be in the class above us though?" He asked out of curiosity "Defense against the dark arts isn't my strong suit so I have to take the class year lower. Not everyone is perfect right?" I responded cheerfully as students around us quickly quieted down as the professor stormed into the classroom with his cane in hand

"Alister Moody, ex Auror, Ministry malcontent, and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye! The end. Any questions?" He quickly spoke writing his last name up on the chalkboard

There was silence in the room as we all watched his bewitched eye looked around the room. No one dared to ask him anything. "When it comes to the dark arts, I believe in a practical approach. First which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?" He asked the class I looked at Neville with a worried glance. I had this horrible feeling about this class.

 A girl behind me broke the silence "Three sir." Professor Moody went to the blackboard with chalk in hand "And They're so named?" asking the girl who responded "Because they're unforgivable. The use of any one of them will-"

"Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct." He cut her off becoming aggressive towards the end He turned around to us again and walked closer to the desk I was sitting at. "Now the Ministry says that you are too young to see what those curses do. I say different!" He accentuated different by tapping the chalk on my table "You need to know what you're up against. You need to be prepared. You need to find another place to put your chewing gum beside the underside of your desk Mister Finnegan!" He ranted not even turning around from the blackboard he was facing

"Ugh, no way. The old cauldron can't see out the backside of his head." The Finnegan boy murmured  Quickly Professor Moody turned around and threw the piece of chalk at the boy and the whole class ducted down not wanting to get hit my the stray chalk

"And hear across classrooms!" he exclaimed as he stalked towards a redheaded boy behind me "So which curse shall we see first?" He paused for a moment "Weasly!" He called out the boy in front of him

"Yes." He replied frightful "Stand!" Moody commanded and the boy did as he was told "Give us a curse." 

The poor boy looked like a hurt puppy. "Well uh, my dad did tell me about one. The I-imperious curse." he stuttered out not wanting to look him in the eye

He turned around and stalked over to the spider in a jar. "That curse gave the Ministry grief ya know. Perhaps this will show you why."He said ominously as he took the spider out of the jar and let her stand on a book that was at his desk