<strong>Name:</strong>Albus Severus Potter (http://i.imgur.com/hPaSizJ.jpg)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Ravenna, Astrid, Svetalana<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Albus frowned as he looked over the newspaper on the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The disappearance of the previous Professor was oddly unnerving. He quietly hoped that the university had simply made a lapse in judgment and hired an incredibly unreliable man who flaked out at the last minute. This possibility was comforting but felt unlikely. Something sinister might be afoot and Albus did not like it.  He folded up the newspaper and it disappeared in a puff of smoke. He had to put that thought out of his mind and focus on the class at hand.<br/><br/>Defense Against the Dark Arts was of vital importance, being prepared and ever vigilant against the dark forces out there was a necessity. Wizarding society had let itself become complacent before and that had turned out to be a disaster. Albus had always done well in the class, mainly because his parents had already taught their children most of the material before it turned up in the class. They wanted their children to be more prepared than anyone else. On the other hand, Defense had always seemed to be more of a “jock” class to Albus, it could be physically demanding and was very combat oriented. Albus would much rather read about the myriad ways that the Dark Arts had been defeated behind the scenes, by diplomats and tacticians, and others who found their own ways to help without fighting. Nevertheless, he understood the necessity of being ready to fight with his wand if it came down to that.<br/><br/>He entered the tower and noted that two students were already there, he remembered their names from the Philosophy of Sex class, Ravenna was the dark haired one and he remembered that the other girl was Astrid, the one that Teddy liked.  He gave each of them a polite nod and turned to face the professor. Another reason he dislike Defense was that he always felt like he had to go under dressed, he had to leave his suit jacket and tie behind because they were not always easy to move around in and they could get ruined by the shenanigans that went on in class.<br/><br/>The classroom had an odd ambiance that day, the lights were quite low and the room was lit by candle light. It seemed that this professor had a flair for the dramatic. He knew little about this teacher, if he recalled correctly she was a recent arrival from another country and she had only a little experience before her student takeover of this job. The way that she had set up the classroom made him feel vaguely uneasy. He looked at her and spoke up “Good day, Professor, I, um, like what you have done with the decorations.” He awaited a response to gauge her reaction. She certainly seemed like an interesting one.<br/>