In the Dark|| Fifth Years

Feliks sat in the back of the room, his chair tipped at a percarious angle, flexing his muscles.

He didn't understand how he was the first on in class. He really must be broken if he was actually deaming it acceptable to go to class.

And not only go but be...

Early.

Grimacing in the dark he shook his head. He'd just have to skip more later to make up for it.

Afonka stepped into the classroom, in an oddly good mood.

That ended the moment he saw who was in the room. Eyes widening, he swallowed before scurrying over to the front of the classroom. Someone better show up before Feliks decided to pull something.

Or better yet, the Highmaster could show up right now.

Feliks's eyes flashed with amusement as he watched Afonka slink towards the front of the classroom.

"What's up Alkaev?"

He let his chair fall to the floor with a thunk, and smirked as he leaned forward on his desk, "Enjoy your summer?"

Haze liked it when she got a delivery from her parents. This time, it was nail polish and a pair of school shoes. She let the shoes clap as she stepped along.

"Hello there children!" Hazelle greeted, looking at both Hrabrosts. Her Prefect badge caught the sun's light. She then sat on the table in the middle of the classroom. "Isn't it just fine today?" She then laid herself across the tables, inspecting her nails.

Shamus made his way down the corridor of Durmstrang.Shamus went into the Dark Arts Classroom.Then he looked at the other 15 years old in his class.Shamus was surprised about this his dad class was the class he was really good at.Shamus took a seat then looked at the students here. " Hi Fleiks and Afokana and Hazelle." said Shamus.

Shamus then sunk into his chair and looked around. Shamus was always aimming for the 5th year of his years.Shamus had been in classes for the whole day.Shamus saw that this year was a fresh new start.Shamus looked around the duegeon as he would say.

For a moment, Afonka contemplated telling Feliks just what he'd done over the summer. Maybe then he wouldn't trouble him as much. But he knew he couldn't. It just wouldn't end well.

Turning to the older boy, he squeaked out. "Um it was alrig-" he cut off, noticing the badge on Feliks' chest. No. No. They couldn't have made him prefect. He must've stolen it from someone else. That wasn't possible. "You - you - you have a badge." Afonka gestured towards it, swallowing hard.

"Yeah, fine." Afonka muttered under his breath, but he did smile up at Hazelle, giving her a friendly wave before doing the same to Shamus as he walked in.

"Very fine," Feliks snorted as he nodded at the girl before he let his gaze drift to the boy who came into the room. He lingered on him for a moment, the gears working in his head, before he turned back to the stuttering Alkaev with a grin.

"What, oh this old thing?" he straighted the badge on his robes slightly, "Way to be observant Alkaev. I do have a badge. Doesn't that mean we're going to have such fun this year?"

Oh Merlin no. The way he phrased that made it seem like he had been made a prefect. Clutching his desk, Afonka's head spun. But - but - why would anyone even make him a prefect? There where other people in their year. They could've chosen Rhys, or hell, they could've even chosen him. But he'd heard that Rhys couldn't talk anymore, so that was a strike against him. And really, why would anyone choose him as a prefect?

Even if he had been made prefect, he had a feeling Feliks would still push him around. So whether he liked it or not, the bully was the best choice for the job.

"Fun," he echoed. "Yeah. Fun."

Rhys made his way into Dark Arts, the melancholy grace with which he now moved serving only to emphasize the numb grief hanging about him like a cloud. Over-bright blue eyes dully swept the room, though, it was uncertain whether he actually noticed anyone there.

Moving to a desk near the back, he sat, folding his arms on the desk before slouching forward to rest his chin atop them.

Sacha strolled into the classroom, grey eyes momentarily resting upon the red-haired boy at the back of the room. Moving to the front of the room, he rested against the corner of his desk.

"This year, we shall focus on defensive spells used in countering Dark spells," Sacha began. "There shall be a lot of practical work this year, so I hope you are all prepared for that.

"To start, who can name me a common, purely defensive spell?"

Feliks smirked slightly, leaning back. Defensive spells weren't exactly is area of expertise, but that did not mean he didn't know one or two.

He supposed since he bothered to show up, he'd bother to put some effort into the class.

"The blocking spell... what ever that things called," he shrugged his shoulders. He didn't say he was going to put a lot of effort into this.

"Protego," Sacha supplied. "And you are correct Mr. Chmerkovshiy. Five points.

"Protego is, in fact, one of the few purely defensive spells. Throughout the course of this year, we will take the time to discuss and practice those spells used in defense against the dark arts," the man informed his students. "For the remainder of today, I want for you to practice the blocking spell. Work in pairs. Those of you on the defense are to use mild hexes or jinxes only.

"You may wish to vacate your seats." Sacha waved a hand and all the desks and chairs repositioned themselves along the wall. "Mr. Edmunds, you are with me."

Partners? They had to have partners? Eyes widening for a moment, he glanced around. Shamus had been quiet. He could deal with Feliks, Afonka was sure.

And if he couldn't, they had the Highmaster here.

Nodding, the Hrabrost pulled himself out of his chair, heading over to Hazelle. "Hey," he gave the prefect a little wave. "Do you want to work together?"

Rhys struggled a moment, tearing his gaze from the middle-distance to focus on the Highmaster. Did the man really expect him to practice with him? He... didn't speak. It was beyond him. Even on the rare occasion in which he did wish the communicate, words would not come to him. He'd probably end up failing all his lessons for the year, but the redhead couldn't bring himself to truly care about that, either.

The boy straightened from his slouch, rising to his feet just as the desk moved away. Moving to the front of the room, he made his way over to the Highmaster, gaze settling just beyond the man's right shoulder.

When Rhys entered the class, Haze could not help but blow a kiss towards where he was. It was alright because she didn't really like him anymore and she just wanted to say hi to him.

She hid her yawn when Highmaster Rusnak was talking but it wasn't because she was bored. It was because she had stayed up last night sneaking crack into the Slushatel dorms. She was officially the most awesome fifth year Prefect, she had decided. Minus Lena. Though Lena was so sulky when she wasn't deducting house points.

Haze looked up when Afonka asked to be her partner. She grinned the way she usually would when she was trying to charm the other boys. "Sure," she grinned, and got her wand out of her pocket. "Who starts?"

Grinning at Hazelle and letting out a little sigh of relief that she'd let him partner up with her, Afonka pulled out his wand.

Fiddling with it for a moment, he hummed. "You can go first. Ladies first, right?" Giving her a little smile, he twirled his wand between his fingers.

Sacha worked with Mr. Edmunds for a bit, though the boy's heart and mind clearly weren't in the actions he obediently performed. He suppressed a sigh. "Meet me after classes, Mr. Edmunds," he told him, waiting for his nod before stepping.

He moved about the classroom, moderating the progress of his students.

"Mr. Chmerkovskiy, Miss Bass, I expect to see better work from you both next class," Sacha intoned. "That will be all for the day. Those wishing to practice outside of class may do so in the evening before curfew.

"Class dismissed."

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