Lesson 1 Third Years

Theolynne stood in the large ornate classroom she'd been given to instruct her Muggle Dueling classes. No desks were found in this room, no chairs, no signs of regular instruction.

Her third year students were at least expecting of what kind of instruction they'd be getting, it was her first years she hadn't tolerated earlier that day.

She'd charmed a black smoke to hover above her head, spelling out the words "Muggle Dueling Year Three".

She expected her students to come in quiet and immediately get to work. If they did not start on the twenty push ups that she would have them do each day, as soon as they got into class, she would send them haunted howlers that would awake them every hour of every night; for as many nights as minutes they took to begin their push ups.

Lucy walked into the classroom, wondering how badly beat up she was going to get this class. She noticed she was the first one there and smiled, "Morning Professor," she went to take a seat when she realized that there were no chairs, or desks. Standing about awkwardly, she remembered the whole push ups thing. She dropped down and did twenty. Stopping as soon as she was done.

Karma walked into the classroom, admiring the state of things. She dropped to the floor and started her push ups, not stopping at twenty but going on to thirty, fourty, and started to get tired at fifty. You couldn't fight with daggers if you didn't have the strength. Same goes for quidditch. With the amount of candy Karma consumed daily, she guessed her work outs were the only thing keeping her fit. She transitioned to sit ups when she got to sixty and planned to continue those. She couldn't be a Black with a chubby belly, her Grandmother would kill her.

Lacey walked into the classroom and stopped. She eyed the surrounding area, cleared of all desks and such, with interest. Dropping her bag in an empty corner, she stuck her wand in her brown boot and pulled her curly, honey hair into a ponytail. Folding her arms, she waited for class to start.

Karma stopped her sit ups and actually sat up. She glanced around. Two Gryffindors. Great. She began her flexibility stretches, knowing that wasting the time of the actual class to get ready would set her back immensely. She went into an almost completely horizontal split, reached for one foot, counted to thirty, then reached for the other, then the center. She then stood and continued with her arms, pulling one around her body, then the other, counting to thirty each time. She reached down and touched her toes, did a cartwheel, and then a hand stand. She barrel-rolled onto the floor, giggled, then sat with her legs crossed, ready to begin. Bring the worst.

Theolynne nodded towards Ms. Lovegood, her smile spreading as the young girl dropped down and did twenty push ups.

Ms. Black however was a student that she could appreciate. Not only did she immediately drop down and do twenty, she continued on and then when she was done she began stretching. "10 points to Slytherin, Ms. Black. Thank you for coming to class promptly and ready to learn."

She turned to the third girl, another black. "Lacey, as a third year you should know by now to do your pushups. And instead you take it upon yourself to just stand there? Tsk Tsk." Theolynne said curtly. "Maybe I should have you do pushups for the whole duration of class? No.... Hmmm." She thought. "Oh yes. Drop down do your twenty and then I want you to do laps around the classroom until every last student has arrived.

Karma grinned at her teacher and continued to stretch a little. Who knew when the others would get here? She did a stretch called 'Seconds' as the teacher finished talking to the other two students there.

Lacey's outward demeanor was one of respect, but inwardly she very nearly was spitting fire. Good thing Nocens had her on a daily running schedule.

She dropped down and did and easy twenty pushups before running at a very leisured pace around the classroom, inwardly smirking. She never said how to run. She picked up her pace only a little and inwardly cursed every single student she could.

Karma finished her stretch and raised her hand. "Umm... Professor? Aren't we the only third years who signed up?" If this was true, the Gryffindor didn't have to run, or had to keep runnning, whatever. She was only asking because she wanted to get started.

Theolynne scowled. That was the point, girl. She thought with irritation. She was planning to make Lacey, who happened to be her Apprentice, run for a bit before Theolynne 'realized' no one else was showing up.

She'd very well known only three students had decided to take her class, "Oh, now that you've brought it up, it does seem so. Lacey, you may stop running now." If thats what you call running. She snapped inwardly to herself.

"Right so... This year we will be focusing on Martial Arts, mostly Karate for emphasis."

With an inward smirk, Lacey stopped her "run" and walked towards where the Professor was with an expressionless face.

At the mention of karate, Lacey perked up a bit. Her parents hadn't been slow when teaching her self defense. Even Muggle tactics, which they despised, were taught to her and she wasn't allowed to quit until she was the best. Karate was one of those things.

Lucy smirked. She had practice with this. She wouldn't have actually succeeded in beating up those pricks without it. She gritted her teeth and forced the memory away, waiting for the proper moment to release it and let her anger out.