"Alright quiet down quiet down… I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP YOU BRATS!"
The room fell silent, save for the heavy step, followed by the thud of the professor's wooden leg as he slowly made his way around the perimeter.
"Now then… you lot are here to learn how to defend yourselves against the forces of the dark, and in their infinite wisdom the school board and Headmaster decided that I would be the best choice to teach you." He paused, his Magical eye focusing in on Harry for a moment, before spinning wildly once more.
Said teen, in the meantime, stifled a groan of disappointment. Seriously how did the other professors not notice the man's behavior… and the fact he had to take a drink at least once an hour?
"You can put your books away," the man continued, "we won't be using them during this year. Instead I am going to be teaching you far more useful skills. How to counter Dark Magic, how to identify the worst creatures you are likely to run into… and how to fight ."
"You mean duel?"
The disguised Death Eater spun in place, fixing a glare upon the redhead who had interrupted him. "Ah, a Weasley eh? Your mother and father fought in the war you know? Brave ones those two, notice you were sorted into Gryffindor yourself."
Ron grinned, straightening up just a bit from the praise.
"Too bad you are also about as dimwitted as a Troll."
"Wh-what!?"
"Dueling and fighting are not the same thing. Dueling is some pretty display that adults do in order to either show off, earn points in a competition, or settle a dispute without killing each other. Fighting is what you do in war. There are rules in dueling, but the only rule in war is to make sure that the person trying to kill you dies while you don't."
The youngest Weasley son bit back any further argument, before crossing his arms and grumbling about how 'unfair' it was.
"Now then, first thing you will all be learning are the basic Curses and Hexes used by Dark Wizards."
"Excuse me, but isn't it illegal to be studying Dark Magic?" Lavender Brown inquired from next to her boyfriend, Ron.
"Normally yes, but I am trusting you lot not to actually use the spells. The purpose is to know what you are facing to defend yourself. How else do you know what shield to use, or what Counter-Curse if you can't identify the spells being thrown at you?"
...
Normally Slytherin was a very unified House, especially after Harry had taken control. Today, however, the Common room was observing what had steadily become a rather normal occurrence.
"We do talk, like all the time!"
"We do not !"
Draco Malfoy forced himself not to start slamming his head up against the nearest wall in frustration, "What are you talking about Pansy!? We talked last night for like two hours ."
"No, we did not. You talked about Quidditch scores and the laws being worked on by your father."
"Well yeah what else would we talk about?"
"How about my favorite color!?"
Draco gulped, before glancing over her outfit, then to a few of the other students in the room for some sort of hint.
"Uhmmm, oh wait it's gold! You know since you like pretty stuff so much."
Pansy Parkinson growled, before stalking towards her future husband. " No, you idiot! Just because I like 'pretty' things doesn't mean gold is my favorite color!"
"Oh, uh… green then? I mean you wear green a lot and…"
The snickering from nearby was barely audible over the snarl that escaped her lips. Before she could reach her target, however, a voice interrupted with a sigh, "Purple, her favorite color is purple Draco."
All attention immediately shifted to Harry, who had begun making his way across the room and on towards the exist, he had begun feeling the need to get some fresh air and it had finally reached a breaking point.
"Uhhh how did you…"
"Because her favorite thing to wear are purple socks, like the ones her cousin bought her when she was a child for Christmas one year."
"But… how !?" the blonde boy repeated, breaking the stunned silence.
The emerald-eyed teen paused halfway to his destination, "The same way I know what your uncle's name is, and that miss Davis' favorite food is Muggle pizza, and that Astoria Greengrass' most treasured gift is a small necklace that her older sister bought her. I pay attention Draco, I wouldn't be a very good 'Lord' if I didn't know everything about my subjects, now would I?"
With that he continued on through the silence, before departing into the hallway.
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