Post by James "Mustang" Morrison on Jun 3, 2012 18:34:26 GMT -5
It was the first day of classes and the students in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom were abuzz with excitement, DADA typically being more or less the most interesting class available at wizarding schools. Some chatted, some goofed off, one boy made his pencil dance across the table with his wand. Some nervously stared straight ahead, tight lipped, their books on their desk, an impatient leg tapping a rapid rhythm underneath. But they all wondered. They'd heard things about this teacher, rumors. Hell, they'd heard rumors about this school, about the war and the dangers that seemed magnetically drawn to this area.
All activity ceased when the door opened. The class all but collectively sighed when they saw it was just another student, a straggler. But almost instantly, the professor came sweeping in behind him. James was dressed in a black suit, minus the jacket, with plain black wizard's robes draped over it. He wasted no time.
"Good morning class, I am Professor Morrison, most know me as Mustang so feel free to call me that, I won't be offended. I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor." He was still Mayor of Drakborough, but things were more or less running themselves these days. He needed a challenge. So of course he turned to teaching. Nothing like trying to pound magical learning into the skulls of teenagers to keep the mind nimble. The position was open so he couldn't help but apply. "You will most assuredly be learning something while I'm your teacher, and we're covering a lot this year. There most assuredly is danger out there, but I don't mean to scare you. I wish to instruct you, make you ready if the time ever comes that you'll need what you'll learn here. Let's hope that day will never come. Don't think because it's the first day I'll be going easy on you. But let's have fun, eh? Let's start off basic."
"Now tell me, can anyone here cast a Shield Charm?"
All activity ceased when the door opened. The class all but collectively sighed when they saw it was just another student, a straggler. But almost instantly, the professor came sweeping in behind him. James was dressed in a black suit, minus the jacket, with plain black wizard's robes draped over it. He wasted no time.
"Good morning class, I am Professor Morrison, most know me as Mustang so feel free to call me that, I won't be offended. I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor." He was still Mayor of Drakborough, but things were more or less running themselves these days. He needed a challenge. So of course he turned to teaching. Nothing like trying to pound magical learning into the skulls of teenagers to keep the mind nimble. The position was open so he couldn't help but apply. "You will most assuredly be learning something while I'm your teacher, and we're covering a lot this year. There most assuredly is danger out there, but I don't mean to scare you. I wish to instruct you, make you ready if the time ever comes that you'll need what you'll learn here. Let's hope that day will never come. Don't think because it's the first day I'll be going easy on you. But let's have fun, eh? Let's start off basic."
"Now tell me, can anyone here cast a Shield Charm?"