James sat towards the back of the classroom slouched over his desk. His long, scrawny legs lay scrunched under the table. He gazed glassy eyed out the window where the sun streamed down and the trees swayed softly in the gentle breeze.
"James" a voice snapped. He jumped slightly and faced the front of the dull, colourless room were a man of similar appearance stood with a stony face.
"Pay attention boy!" he snarled glaring down his long nose at him, beside him he could feel Sirius grinning at him and across the room Evans glaring disapprovingly.
"Of course sir" James replied with a smirk.
"Now" the man continued "some of you may know me but from those who don't my name is professor stout" James grinned, the name fit him well "and I will be your new Defence against the dark arts teacher"
"I expect you all to be independent, innovative, critical thinkers" he paused here casting his beady eyes around the room before continuing "who will do exactly as I say" James snorted quetily, bit contradictory that statement.
James resumed his stance of before and continued to look out the window. Last year had been a good year. The teacher had been a man of around 30yrs or age and a man of action. Most of the time their class hadn't even been in the classroom, they had been outside in the grounds practising. James had learnt more in that one year than in his previous four years of education.
He could tell that this year was going to be an extremely different one. He was fairly sure like in previous years he would have intimate knowledge of professor McGonagall's office. The small round circle desk towards the back of the room and the one singular chair in the middle of the room, it was like the hunter was just waiting to pounce on the prey. James being the prey. It just goes to show different teachers have different methods, some more effective than others. James grinned quietly and faced the front again and he would try every single method this teacher had.