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[augury_alecto]

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

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[seeingdarkness]

Blue eyes flickered about his classmates for a moment before Theodore raised his hand, a slight frown on his face. He recognized a good deal of the spells, though one stood out sharply in his mind, making him cringe at the mere thought.

[augury_alecto]

Alecto was immediately pleased when she saw Theodore raise his hand. "Why does it not surprise me that Mr. Nott here might have the answer?" She nodded at him to speak.

[seeingdarkness]

"Flagello, it's a...lashing curse," Theodore answered, scars on his back flaring up in phantom pain. His discomfort with the subject could only be noted by the slight hesitance in his voice, but he rarely spoke out in class, and as such it would not be noticeable to most.

[augury_alecto]

"Ah, yes. Flagello is a favorite curse amongst people who enjoy self punishment. But it can be even more enjoyable in the form of a hex, used on others. Five points to Slytherin for being able to understand Latin."

Yes, she was very pleased. The first person to answer correctly was a pureblood, which reaffirmed her deeply held beliefs.

"Does anyone else have any clue about the spells I've written on the board?"

[augury_corner]

Michael gestured for Megan to help him as Alecto turned away. Michael took up Ernie and slid one arm around his neck, and then waited for Megan to do the same. Together, they would hoist him out the door and deposit Ernie on the nearby bench.

Once outside, Michael managed to kick the door shut before helping drop Ernie down, "Dammit, I knew he was going to do something stupid the moment he mentioned it this morning." Michael growled, but also relieved. He looked up at Megan, grey eyes upon her. "I cast a fainting hex on him. About the only thing I could think of to stop Carrow from torturing him." Michael winced and gripped his arm where Theodore got him, "And Nott doesn't pull his punches."

[augury_megan]

"You did this?" Megan asked Michael as she knelt beside Ernie. "When he fell, I automatically assumed it was Carrow." She glanced up at him. "Thank goodness you did this though. Prevented him from doing something stupid." Megan shook her head and sighed. "I know he's mad. We're all angry. And I know he's trying to help..." Megan wasn't quite sure what else to say.

[augury_corner]

"Yeah," Michael replied, his slender hands against both sides of Ernie's face. he gently pat them, "Come on, Ern. Wake up." He sighed, tilting his head down and towards Megan as he knelt. "I'm sorry about it. Ernie's going to be livid when he wakes up I'm sure, if I can get the balls to tell him I did it. This morning he went on about us all standing up and collectively defying Carrow. Well, when I said he should just wait and plan, he must've gotten it in his head to play the martyr. Do it himself as an example. It takes a little more planning than that. Mental preparation at the very least." Michael sighed, "He's on about Justin. Feels like he let him down and you know Ernie- once he gets something like that in his head, his damned Hufflepuffness takes over- no offense intended."

Again, Michael patted at Ernie's cheeks. "You alright?"

[ernie_dt_mac]

Ernie gradually became conscious of voices above him, and slowly surfaced from his little unwilling 'nap'. "Wha' 'appened?" he slurred as his eyelids fluttered open.

Before he could see properly, he raised his hands in defence of the patting of his cheeks. "Stop tha'," he muttered, blindly pushing Michael's hand aside.