This chapter came out short for some reason. Anyway, usual writers own the usual things. Enjoy!

Raiden ate breakfast at the end of the main hall. There were a lot of students eating breakfast that morning, although less than the opening ceremonies. He could not deny how delicious the food tasted; better than gunpowder or rations any day. As he slurped up eggs with a pleased grin on his face, he saw the only teacher he was familiar with, beside the Headmaster, Professor Snape. The blond had spent most of the night reviewing the notes Otacon had sent with him and thinking of what he could teach a whole room full of wizards and witches. Not actually being able to use magic would be a problem so he had pondered on what he had learned during all those years at war or in virtual training. There was one thing every soldier needed to know and he figured he could apply it to magic wielders as well. He turned to his right to address Snape.

"Hey, Professor Snape." The other finished sipping his tea then gently placed it back on its saucer.

"Yes?" he responded, not even looking over at the other professor.

"I need some help teaching my class today. Can you stop by third period?" Raiden asked, a smile on his face. Snape looked over at him then, his nose slightly raised in disgust. Although the man beside him did seem awfully annoying, he was curious as to who he was. Why had a wizard he had never heard of before been hired by Dumbledore? Maybe this was a good opportunity to find out who this mysterious wizard really was.

Snape turned back towards his tea and, before taking another sip, he responded, "Alright."

"Cool," the other stood up, "Later." Snape watched him run off through the hall then shook his head.

Raiden looked around his nearly empty classroom. Its condition had not changed since the moment he had walked into it. There were the desks and a large dragon skeleton hanging from the ceiling along with a chalkboard and a large table at the front of the room. There were minimal decorations around the room but nothing he had contributed. He walked into his office with its minimal décor when an owl flew into the room, making him jump back suddenly with a little yell. The owl stared at him, giving him a disturbed look that rivaled Professor Snape's, and then it began to complain. "What did I do?" Raiden asked when he noticed the piece of paper around its leg that was sticking out towards him. "Oh." He quickly untied it then the owl flew off. "Good luck on your first class," he read it aloud after unwrapping it. He recognized Otacon's writing. Raiden smirked then decided to review his notes while awaiting his class.

Raiden watched from the top of the short stairway in his classroom as all his students trickled in. They all were chatting amongst themselves, waiting for class to start. Once they all were in, or so Raiden figured, he looked towards them. Why isn't Snape here yet? He walked to the front of the classroom and began, "Hey, everyone, well…. My teaching assistant isn't here yet so if you have any questions, feel free to ask them." "Professor, where are you from?"

"Uh… Liberia; no; uh; America."

"Professor, which school did you go to?"

"Well, I ---"

"Professor, what's your sign?"

"Professor, blah blah blah?"

"Professor?"

"Professor?"

"Profess--"

"Professor Raidenokov," Snape's voice boomed as he walked into the room, "You need to learn how to control your classroom." The class instantly quieted down as he sauntered towards the front.

"Hey, Snape. Glad you're here."

"Why don't you just teach the class?"

"Right," Raiden responded then addressed the class, "Okay, wizards and witches, I know your wand is your greatest weapon." He took out his own from his pocket, "But what if you're disarmed? Snape, go ahead."

Snape raised an eyebrow at him, took a few paces back, then took a stance and yelled, "Expeliarmus!"

Raiden's wand flew then bounced off the nearest window as he flew back and landed on his butt. After a few giggles came from the students, he stood back up and said, "Thanks, Snape. Now, class, I am going to show you some simple steps in CQC - close quarters combat - or, as I like to call it, SOW - stealing your opponent's wand. Forget the Y; it's about the how." All the students had a universal thought --- the teacher was a goofball.

Raiden walked up behind his so-called teaching assistant and began, "Alright, everyone, pay attention." Raiden got behind Snape, grabbed his right wrist with his right hand, and then wrapped his left arm around the other's neck. He then slammed Snape onto the floor while taking his wand and then pointed it down at him. "There; as simple as that. Now I'll show you one more time." Snape got up, slightly shaken and with a larger frown on his face than usual.

"I think that's enough, Professor," Snape dusted off the side of his clothes.

"Only one more time. I promise," Raiden protested as he gave Snape his wand back. He then repeated the move, explaining it in words to the students. After Snape slammed into the floor the second time, he got up, glared at Raiden, then stomped off. "Well, I'll teach you another technique tomorrow. That's it for today." His students left, some eager to try them out and other impressed that he just totally owned Snape.