<div align="center">(http://imageshack.us/a/img96/3453/henrycavillupstreetmaga.jpg)<br/><strong>&gt;«¤~ Kiran Reed ~¤»&lt;</strong><br/>Ø Svetalana Alexeyev, Ravenna Persephone Black, Astrid Henrietta Bishop, Albus Severus Potter<br/>Ø DADA Tower<br/>Ø <strong>Wearing</strong> (http://i01.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v3/489725733_3/Free-shipping-long-sleeved-casual-hoodie-men-s-cotton-clothing-coats-hoody-jackets-for-men-casual.jpg)<br/></div><br/>The rumor mill was as fast in Dragonsclaw as it was in Hogwarts<del>   </del>or any other place, for that matter. A teacher suddenly and mysteriously up and disappearing was quite the event, after all, especially so early on in the year. Even at good ol' Hogwarts you had to wait at least a few weeks before something worth mentioning happened, though in this day and age the most you got for it was some big prank gone overboard. He still remembered that one time the Herbology professor had been accidentally transfigured into a real life version of Big Bird and had been stuck in that form for over two weeks. Suffice to say, during that period there were always a few barely contained snickers to be heard during the lesson and quite a few jokes to be made in the hallways afterwards.<br/><br/>After having finished his routine morning run Kiran Reed had made his way towards the DADA tower, ascending the spiraling staircase leasurely. Having taken a hot shower and exchanging his sportswear for a casual red hooded jacket and a pair of jeans, he felt quite refreshed while entering the classroom. While the disappearance of the DADA teacher was quite worrying, it didn't deter his cheerful demeanor in any way. It was something for the staff and the authorities to deal with, he figured. His focus was to become a pro league level dueler, so he decided not to let himself get distracted by things that were out of his control more than necessary.<br/><br/><strong>"Whoa... What <em>is</em> that smell?"</strong>he asked with a wrinkled up expression as he waved his hand back and forth in front of his face, trying to shoo away the foul scent assaulting his poor nose.<strong>"It's almost like something keeled over in a corner or something..."</strong><br/><br/>The scene before him was rather... well, he wasn't sure what to call it. Dimmed lights and wax candles? Had the DADA and Divination classrooms swapped places? It seemed unlikely as he spotted the DADA assistant turned DADA professor seated at her desk at the front of the classroom. There was also a trio of students like himself present already. The only one he recognized was Albus Potter, though that was more due to the fact his father's fame had a way of making sure you, as a peer,<em>knew</em>who his spawn was. Kiran didn't know Albus personally, but he sure as hell did not envy the bloke for having to life with such a legacy riding your rear all the time. Really, how does one life up to a father that defeated the last big Dark Lord? He'd take his parents' pressure over that any day, to be honest.<br/><br/>Chuckling to himself softly, Kiran wandered about to find himself an empty seat; not that those were hard to find at that time.