Ed slid into the seat next to Joce, so that they were both on the edge of the separated groups. They may be of different houses, but they always sat together at the edges of the group, usually up front just like Joce liked it. Most of the time Ed didn't care whether or not he was up front, only that he was sitting next to Joce, but today he would have rather been at the back. Which wouldn't have mattered anyways since Snape tended to walk around. Ed did his best to ignore the man he hated and drew out his books setting them down with paper and ink. He knew better then to even think they would be using wands. It was not Severus's way.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/><br/>Severus paced up and down the aisles between the seats as the students settled down his sharp gaze boring into every student. He would warn them to put away their wands as he always did. As soon as the door shut silence fell over the room and he let a small grin split his otherwise impassive face. His eyes glared at Ed promising retaliation, but since Poter was also there he had double reason to hate the group. He glared at both groups. He didn't which of the two males he hated most. The young werewolf or the Potter boy who was just like James. Severus was already in a foul mood from having them first as his group so he got straight to the lesson where he'd have excuses to withdraw points from them. Sneering he began his lecture.<br/><br/>"You have had five teachers in this subject so far, I believe," he started out enjoying the fact he would get the chance to point out how lacking this department has been compared to the strict protocol of his potions class. "Naturally, these teachers will all have had their own methods and priorities. Given this confusion I am surprised so many of you scraped an O.W.L. in this subject. I shall be even more surprised if all of you manage to keep up with the N.E.W.T. work, which will be much more advanced."<br/><br/>He started walking around the outside edge of the classroom as he spoke. His eye glittering, "I suggest you take notes," he barked out as he saw that well over half the students were only half listening to him. He didn't approve of this in the least. He continued on as if uninterrupted by their lackwit ways. His voice low and calm, an edge of reverence creeping into the words.  "The Dark Arts, are many, varied, ever-changing and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible."<br/><br/>He paused and regarded the class as he stood next to an image and said softly, "Tell me what then must your defences be?"<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 50%; line-height: 116%;">((Some of this is canon, some is not. There is some of the spoken words that are direct quotes from the books. This will happen throughout the story.))</span>