Post by Professor Thaddeus Wiggleswade on Aug 12, 2015 16:12:10 GMT -6
At the beginning of the first lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts Basics of the year, Thaddeas stood in front of the blackboard with his hands clasped behind his back. Unseen by anyone not standing directly behind him, he had his wand in his right hand. He looked great dressed in burgundy colored robes with fine motives in gold thread on the hem and his family´s crest stitched on his left breast about the size of his hand, if he said so himself. He always did, but for the first lesson of the year, he always tried to make a lasting impression of authority and respectability and as such chose his clothes with even more care than normal. It was important to make the right impression.
His whole classroom was set to make the right impression. It was rather stark, with nothing on the stone walls, though the big windows on the right side of the door gave a touch of color – the green of the grass and the blue of the sky, with Snowy Vale visible in the distance if one had good eyes. Thaddeus’ desk stood to the left of the blackboard as soon from the door and was empty. He knew better than to leave any papers on the desk when untrained children were using spells in the vicinity. Losing a pile of graded essay the first year to a misdirected spell had taught him that. He was still miffed it had been a pile that was already graded. The rows of desks were all in front of the blackboard and rapidly filling with students. It seemed his reputation for being strict was still a deterrent to anyone thinking of being tardy.
Thaddeus glanced to his right, what would be left from the vantage point of the students, to check his surprise for the class was in place. Where in any normal classroom there would be a wall there, the Defense classroom stretched out over the length of two more classrooms. The extra room was taken up by five small dueling platforms – the size beginners used in the official dueling circuit. It was used during most lesson – also an adaptation after several incidents during his first year of teaching here and much pleading with the Headmistress – and also for the dueling club elective. Thaddeus’ sharp eyes saw everything was in place, so he turned his eyes back just as the last students came in and took their seats. A small twitch of his wand towards the door, hidden behind his back, caused it to crash closed. Some students jumped in surprise and Thaddeus smirked.
“Welcome,” he said, his voice low and intense to force the students to shut up and listen, “to Defense Against the Dark Arts. This course will one day save your life. There is danger all around you. Every day, you run the risk of getting hurt or even dying. With what you will learn in this class, you might prevent that.” Still standing still at the front of the class, he looked over his students with a stern look. “The first and foremost lesson will begin right now.”
Right as he said the word now, he gave another twitch of his wand. From the direction of the dueling platforms, several loud bangs sounded while the area that held the platforms began to fill with red smoke. Thaddeus smirked in amusement as he watched the reaction of his students.
His whole classroom was set to make the right impression. It was rather stark, with nothing on the stone walls, though the big windows on the right side of the door gave a touch of color – the green of the grass and the blue of the sky, with Snowy Vale visible in the distance if one had good eyes. Thaddeus’ desk stood to the left of the blackboard as soon from the door and was empty. He knew better than to leave any papers on the desk when untrained children were using spells in the vicinity. Losing a pile of graded essay the first year to a misdirected spell had taught him that. He was still miffed it had been a pile that was already graded. The rows of desks were all in front of the blackboard and rapidly filling with students. It seemed his reputation for being strict was still a deterrent to anyone thinking of being tardy.
Thaddeus glanced to his right, what would be left from the vantage point of the students, to check his surprise for the class was in place. Where in any normal classroom there would be a wall there, the Defense classroom stretched out over the length of two more classrooms. The extra room was taken up by five small dueling platforms – the size beginners used in the official dueling circuit. It was used during most lesson – also an adaptation after several incidents during his first year of teaching here and much pleading with the Headmistress – and also for the dueling club elective. Thaddeus’ sharp eyes saw everything was in place, so he turned his eyes back just as the last students came in and took their seats. A small twitch of his wand towards the door, hidden behind his back, caused it to crash closed. Some students jumped in surprise and Thaddeus smirked.
“Welcome,” he said, his voice low and intense to force the students to shut up and listen, “to Defense Against the Dark Arts. This course will one day save your life. There is danger all around you. Every day, you run the risk of getting hurt or even dying. With what you will learn in this class, you might prevent that.” Still standing still at the front of the class, he looked over his students with a stern look. “The first and foremost lesson will begin right now.”
Right as he said the word now, he gave another twitch of his wand. From the direction of the dueling platforms, several loud bangs sounded while the area that held the platforms began to fill with red smoke. Thaddeus smirked in amusement as he watched the reaction of his students.
