<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">TIME SKIP FORWARD - DAY 02</span><br/><br/>(http://i933.photobucket.com/albums/ad179/sprinkletinkle/14b35ec7-2444-4b66-bb4a-98fa5657ee85.jpg)<br/><strong>Svetalana Alexeyev</strong><br/>;; Students of DADA<br/>;; DADA Tower</div><br/><br/>It was a strange morning on campus. As the sun had set its molten honey rays across the countryside, lighting upon the aging castle as it had for hundreds of years, several investigators from the Ministry of Magic were already traveling to and fro. They lingered mostly near or in the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower. Defense Against the Dark Arts would run three times a week and was going to typically be the first class in the morning for most students. But, instead of the tall, dark, and handsome professor, a young woman sat on the edge of a polished mocha desk, not the one that had been in the class before, discussing something quite serious with one of the investigators. Rumor had already begun to spread, the newest professor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course had disappeared suddenly the night prior. There were no details of the disappearance and investigators would be interviewing the last person noted to have seen him -- another teacher who had been seen talking candidly with him the day prior.<br/><br/>Svetlana finished her interview, remarking that even though she had been only the prior teacher's assistant, she was qualified to teach the course. As a matter of fact, she spent the next twenty minutes before class would begin, setting books out all over the other tables. These books were no text books, but aging, ancient tomes with yellowed, brittle pages, gnarled binding and strange material covering many of them. There was a general ominous feeling that emitted from all of them, forming a vague cloud of unease that mostly dissipated when she crumbled up some dried sage in the palm of her youthful hand and blew it over each of the tables.<br/><br/>She wore an ice blue cashmere sweater and a pair of black slacks and blue suede stiletto heels. Her dark hair had been mostly twisted into a cleverly-styled bun and she wore a sort of gold chain around her neck, whose pendant disappeared between her cleavage and under the sweater. By the time Svetlana was finished setting up, the large classroom smelled of moth balls, wax, and musty decay. She had even dimmed the lights and had lit tapered wax candles around the room, filling it with an old fashioned, amber glow, setting an intriguing mood and setting for the first day of Defense Against the Dark Arts.