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Who: Alecto Carrow and her Seventh Year DADA Class
What: Forget Defense
Where: DADA Classroom
When: Monday, December 15, 1997
Status: Incomplete
“Good day, class,” Alecto addressed the teenagers that sat before her. The students in her class were silent in contrast to how they might have been when she had first taken over the course. But several weeks under her command, had begun to change the entire demeanor within the room. She smiled, an unnerving smile, which revealed two rows of jagged teeth. “Today we will start with a brief lecture of effective hexing before moving on to today’s practicum.” With those words, Alecto could almost feel the tension in the room heighten. The students hated her practicum session and with good reason. Instead of teaching the children the most successful ways to deflect dark arts spells, she expected them to test out their techniques instead.
With the flick of her wand, words began forming in chalk on the blackboard. Latin terms such as “exuro viscus”, “suffoco”, “aduro turgem”, “flagello”, “effrego” and “punctum”.
“Can anyone identify any of the spells I’ve listed?” For a full minute, there was silence. Alecto tisked. “You can’t honestly expect me to believe that these words mean nothing to you.” She took a few steps down the center aisle, her heavy boots clunking on the stone floor. Finally, she stopped in front of a particular desk. “Certainly you, Miss Jones, can recognize “aduro turgem”.
Megan said nothing.
Anger rose on Alecto’s cheeks. “If you can’t answer this, Miss Jones, than I hope one of your classmates is smart enough to help you out.” The professor tapped her wand impatiently on Megan’s desk.
What: Forget Defense
Where: DADA Classroom
When: Monday, December 15, 1997
Status: Incomplete
“Good day, class,” Alecto addressed the teenagers that sat before her. The students in her class were silent in contrast to how they might have been when she had first taken over the course. But several weeks under her command, had begun to change the entire demeanor within the room. She smiled, an unnerving smile, which revealed two rows of jagged teeth. “Today we will start with a brief lecture of effective hexing before moving on to today’s practicum.” With those words, Alecto could almost feel the tension in the room heighten. The students hated her practicum session and with good reason. Instead of teaching the children the most successful ways to deflect dark arts spells, she expected them to test out their techniques instead.
With the flick of her wand, words began forming in chalk on the blackboard. Latin terms such as “exuro viscus”, “suffoco”, “aduro turgem”, “flagello”, “effrego” and “punctum”.
“Can anyone identify any of the spells I’ve listed?” For a full minute, there was silence. Alecto tisked. “You can’t honestly expect me to believe that these words mean nothing to you.” She took a few steps down the center aisle, her heavy boots clunking on the stone floor. Finally, she stopped in front of a particular desk. “Certainly you, Miss Jones, can recognize “aduro turgem”.
Megan said nothing.
Anger rose on Alecto’s cheeks. “If you can’t answer this, Miss Jones, than I hope one of your classmates is smart enough to help you out.” The professor tapped her wand impatiently on Megan’s desk.