LESSON FOUR {ALL YEARS}

Scar was pretty excited for her students to arrive. Last lesson had gone better than she had hoped and everyone had dueled wonderfully. She sat on desk and hoped they would arrive quickly.

Taryn quickly navigated her way to Magical Combat, wand already firm in her hand. She was beyond excited-if she was even capable of that emotion-to start dueling. She mustered up as much enthusiasm as possible for the professor and gave her a somewhat happy, "Hello, Professor!".

Le nodded when she entered the classroom. She ignored the other girl who was there and sat on the desk near the front, not saying anything much.

William entered his wand in his hand he was in a much better mood this lesson, he hoped he got a partner who actually knew her own name and actually decided to get off their ass and duel. He looked around seeing Lena he made a miraculous move.

He walked over and tapped her on the shoulder, saying "Excuse me Lena, I'd just like to apologise for acting so childishly and rudely in the Great Hall... I hope you can forgive me" he hated have people not like him, especially girls.

He waited for her response, ready to turn the other cheek or ready to accept her forgiveness either way he was going to have to live with her decision.

Today was going to be a bad day. Ciar could tell as soon as she woke up this morning that if anyone crossed her today they'd wind up seriously injured in the infirmary. As she sauntered into the room she directed a glare at each of the three students in the room. She was never one to care about houses and years, she hated everyone equally unless you managed to worm your way into her tiny, gaurded heart.

With a silent snarl etched on her face Ciar took her place along the back wall, dropping her full backpack with a dull thump on the flagstone. Crossing her arms her grey eyes flashed in warning. Silently she battled her growing headache, thanking Merlin that it hadn't erupted into a migraine yet.

Sheba yawned as she walked into the classroom. She had spent most of the night doing homework, so she hadn't gotten much sleep. Glancing around, she noticed there weren't very many people in the classroom yet. Her gaze fell on Ciar and the girl's anger filtered through her foggy brain. With a sigh, she moved towards the girl, not saying a word as she leaned against the wall a little ways away from her. She was far enough to give Ciar room, but close enough to be there should the girl need her.

Another yawn escaped her as she gazed tiredly around the room. The day seemed like it hadn't even really started, but already it was going to be a long day. She just new it. Why did she pull herself out of bed again?

Afonka walked into the classroom, ready for the class. After the last lesson, he couldn't wait to learn more. Sitting down at a desk, he waved at the Professor, "Hello Professor,"

Ophelai flounced into the room with a wave of excitment flowing into it with her. She was in a surprisingly good mood that morning. She had plans for later - big plans - and her brain was just full of them. She had nothing better to worry about.

Besides that little spazy incident in France, but she was choosing not to think about that at all - after all hadn't she been the one to say it wouldn't work out last time? So why would she care when she was proven right?

Grinning she - probably annoyingly - ruffled Afonka's hair as she waltzed past, "Hey there thirdy."

Then she kept going to the otherside of the room and flopped beside Lena.

"How's it hanging Vorstenbach?"

Grinning up at Philly as she walked past, he brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes before answering, "Back at you, Fourthy,"