Sep 01, 2007 22:08
Remus was stationed at the desk he had in his old classroom as he waited for the first-years to trickle in, fully aware that they were probably still getting lost around the castle. He smiled a little at the thought. When he had been a first-year, it had seemed like Hogwarts was a dream, and it had been - not to mention an incredible opportunity he was still incredibly grateful to Dumbledore for allowing him to have.
He waited a decent amount of time and looked over the classroom, full of tiny students. He smiled encouragingly at them as he finally stood, though this didn't seem to ease the amount of tension in the air. Their first DADA class and he expected that they had heard interesting things from the older students about the class.
"Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts. You will need your wands for this first lesson."
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He watched the students perform their task, pausing to point out certain tips and tricks, all the while reminiscing on his own first year. The memories, he found, seemed to be doing him more good than harm.
(ooc: yes I cannot think of what the firsties can do. >.> presume they're doing something useful and fun, I guess. heh. Sorry. I'll do the others later. :))