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CHAPTER VII
DEFENSE AGINST THE DARK ARTS
"What do you think is going to happen to Malfoy?" Al asked as they passed a portrait of a lady singing opera from Mozart's Don Giovanni.
"Well, when McGonigal returns to her room Malfoy will have to explain why someone glued his feet to the floor," Rose said happily.
"Do you think Burt's going to be alright," Will said quietly.
"We'll stop by the hospital wing after Defense Against the Dark Arts," Rose said as they walked through the chamber and into DA.
"Let's sit over there," Al said while pointing to the front row on the right corner of the room.
The room was rather gloomy, Al thought as they stepped into the empty room. The windows were covered with black curtains and there were trillions of candles floating above there heads, making the ceiling barely visible. More and more Gryffindor and Slytherins arrived in the room, all seemed be a bit frightened by the dark mood.
"It is a bit spooky in here, don't you think," Rose said in a timid voice. Al and Will nodded their heads in agreement.
All of the sudden a person wearing a long, flowing black cloak stepped out of a dark corner of the room and strode past the surprised students to the front of the class.
"Greetings," he said in a clear, quiet, but firm voice. "I am Professor Duairc Speirling "
Silence engulfed the room as students stared at him. He was tall, and he had sorrowful gray eyes with black hair that drooped over his pale forehead and onto his shoulders.
"The Defense Against the Dark Arts," Professor Speirling said by breaking the awkward silence," is an art that hopefully none of you will have to use in your life. However it's better to be on the safe side just incase any of you need it. Now if all of you will turn to page 16 in your book we will begin our lesson on when we use certain spells..."
Once the lesson was finished Al, Will, and Rose rushed out of the room.
"Great Scott! The whole time I felt like running out but wasn't able to," Will blurted out, glad not to be in the room with Professor Speirling anymore.
"His lesson was interesting," Rose said dreamily, "However he makes me think about Hamlet."
"You know Shakespeare?" Will asked, surprised.
"My grandfather is an expert in all things muggle" Rose said proudly.
Al still felt quite shaken from that class. His hands felt clammy as he clung to his books and tried to take his thoughts off Professor Speirling. The man looked like he could burst out weeping any second… or set the building on fire. As Al pondered over the mysterious man, he decided that Steirling looked almost envious of the students. Strange.
"Let's go see how Burt is and tell him how lucky he is to miss Speirling's class," Will said eagerly.
"Agreed," Rose answered and they headed toward the hospital wing.
Sorry that it was a bit short but the next chapter's going to be longer and more interesting... I hope. Please review if you have time! Thanks: )