A/N: Good evening to you. I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. Damn, batbones, you are the 200th reviewer. Again, congratulations! Did you plan that or something, cause you were the 100th reviewer too?

ErikandChristine- I need a word that means speaks four languages. I'm already bilingual (English is my second language). Anyway, I'll E-mail you the link for the translator that I use. Umm… this fic. doesn't even reach up to seventy (I already have all of it written). I'm not going to say how long it is, so you have to wait for me to update.

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Jacqueline entered the classroom precisely at the last chime of the clock. The room immediately fell silent. Jacqui surveyed the N.E.W.T. class and a smile passed over her eyes. She turned her back on them and walked to the desk by the staircase.

"I presume all of you had a good summer," she finally said. Her voice was a cold steady calm.

A murmur of yes's went out. Jacqueline her head to the side, listening. The room fell into silence again.

"I wonder where this is going," said Dean to Ginny in a voice barely reaching up to a whisper.

Ginny didn't answer and continued staring at the Professor.

"Mr. Thomas," said Jacqueline sharply, turning around.

Dean sat up straight and in a shaky voice said, "Ye… yes, Professor?"

"Maybe if you sat quietly and waited, I would say what we are doing? And maybe you wouldn't get held back if you paid attention in class!"

Dean swallowed nervously, not having time to feel embarrassed about the fact that his grades didn't reach the standards.

"The key in defense is patience. You can't go saying everything on your mind. That would give you opponent too much of an advantage. Ms. Weasley set a good example by ignoring Mr. Thomas. But, she kept in mind what he said. 5 points for Gryffindor. When facing an enemy, your mind should be closed off to them and you face expression neutral. In the next few months I will teach you Occlumency and wand-less magic… Mr. de Bovaire?"

The Slytherin boy put his hand down and asked, "What if you already know Occlumency?"

Jacqui's eyes narrowed and immediately regretted asking the question. Jacqui eased her expression and asked, "How many here, think they know Occlumency?"

A few people raised their hands.

"Now, Ms. Rosere, I am not pure evil," a girl put her hand down embarrassed. Jacqui proceeded to point at few students who had their hands up, "We will have homework tonight, it is not going to rain, I am not related to Professor Snape, and Mr. de Bovaire, no cow is able to fly. All of you who had your hand up will write me a 30 inch essay on powers of Occlumency and its cause and effect. The rest of you will read pages 600-650 in your textbooks on Occlumency and try to practice it. You may start now."

The last hour of the double class period was spent in silence, as the students worked on homework.

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"This year's DADA won't be fun and games," said Dean, when the Gryffindors left the classrooms.

"Tell me about it," said Ginny.

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The next few months passed quickly. All the students got used to Jacqueline's way of teaching. Their fear was replaced by respect, but there were those few who liked to act out and see the teacher go to their limits. The students knew that Jacqueline had little compassion… A/N: Like me… and was strict in her ways, but they also knew they could ask for help any time.

By the middle of September, the whole school knew that Jacqueline was going to get married. Relationships between Professor Hermione and Professor Mireille were no better than they were in August.

Now, the students were on winter vacation and everyone was relaxing.