Igor Karkaroff, Professor of the Dark Arts at Durmstrang Institute, watched the students file into his first class. They were so…small. Surely he hadn't been that short as a first year? Had he?
They came to order surprisingly quickly. That was good. Karkaroff twirled his goatee around a finger and surveyed their ranks; for all their size, they were surprisingly intimidating. He tried to pinpoint why and realized it was because most of them had gotten out their textbooks and were staring at him. Intently. Like they expected him to teach them something.
Karkaroff Summoned a piece of chalk.