"𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴...
𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴"
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Lauren Diggory. Home life was rather hard living in her brothers shadow, but she found her place within...
Defense Against the Dark Arts was normally Lauren's favorite class. That wasn't the case when it was taught by Professor Alastor Moody.
She walked into the DADA classroom, remembering what Hermione told her last night, and tried to keep an open mind.
Lauren takes a seat beside Hermione, at the desk next to Ron and Harry's. The professor enters the room and harshly scribbles the words,
"𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕪"
on the blackboard at the front of the class. "Ex-auror..... and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me to be. That's it. End of story. Goodbye. The end."
The room is tense, no one dares make a noise, the man infront of the room is quite intimidating.
"Now! When it comes to teaching, I prefer a more...practical approach. The Ministry says you're too young, but I say different! You need to know what you're up against!" Moody shouts.
"What is he on about?" Lauren asks Hermione, but only gets a harsh shush in return.
"Unforgivable Curses. How many are there?" Moody asks the class.
Unforgivable curses? Not a word. Nobody utters a word.
Hermione then timidly answers, "Three, sir."
"Correct! And they are called unforgivable because?"
"Using them is an unforgivable crime. Doing so will earn you-" Hermione begins to explain, but is cut off by Moody.
"A one-way ticket to Azkaban! Yes!" Moody announces. He looks around the room, before his eyes- uh...eye lands on Ron.
"Weasley! Stand. Give us a curse," the professor instructs.
Ron shakily stands up and in the most unconfident voice says, " My dad told me about one....the imperious curse."
"Yes, your father should know all about that. Caused quite a bit of grief for the ministry a few years back." Moody tells him, quite suspiciously, to be honest.
Ron quickly takes his seat again, as Moody walks over to his desk. He pulls a jar out of it, and then pulls a spider out of said jar.
He placed the spider in his hand, points his wand at it and exclaimed, "Engorgio!" The spider then grows to about the size of the man's hand.
