A sign reads on the door: Good morning students! Today’s lesson will take place on the outskirts of the forbidden forest. Please drop by after you’ve all eaten breakfast, and bring your wand, a quill and parchment. I’m looking forward to meeting you all, Professor Koth
Ashlyn soaked in the solitude of her stroll down the empty corridor, heading towards her first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She briefly wondered if she was late, or if she, perhaps, had the wrong room... however, a quick check to her schedule cleared up the confusion. All that was left to ponder was the absence of humans in this section of the castle. She had skipped breakfast, preffering the comforting hollowness of her silent sanctuary: her four-poster bed in the Slytherin Dormitories. Staring at the ceiling proved an eventful task, keeping her thoughts reeling in a steady, even flow, and allowing herself to finally come to terms with where she was, and that possible friendships HAD to be on the horizon. Reaching the large wooden door of her newest classroom, Ashlyn paused, bright orbs scanning the slightly marred surface of twisting, textured wood. The doorway to a new enlightenment, as she liked to think of it. A piece of tacked up parchment, curling ever so lightly at the edges, was set before her face as her eyes came to an even level, finally lifting from the floor. She read it quickly. "Outside?" she wondered aloud. "This class is by the forest?" Shaking her head slightly at the audacity of her new school. She shifted the strap of her shoulder-bag, alleviating the slight pressure for the briefest of moments, before heading back down the corridor. Ashlyn sent her gaze towards the window, where the morning sunlight filtered gently. He eyes swept the Forbidden Forest as she contemplated the events that would preceed that very moment of serene contentment.
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Post by Harry Potter on May 3, 2005 12:47:20 GMT -5
Harry opened his bag and put there his can of ink, a quill and a piece of parchment. He closed it and made sure his wand was still on the place it was supposed to be.
He walked downstairs till he arrived to the main entrance. There he saw some students walking towards the Forbidden Forest, probably they would be going to their first Defence Against the Dark Arts, like himself.
He hurried outside, although he was not running out of time, he was curious to know what kind of class they would have, and if the new teacher would be as good as he had heard he was.
In a matter of minutes, he had reached the other students, and waited patiently, leaning against a tree till the others arrived.