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Roselyn 
Defense Against the Dark Arts Lesson One Upon entering the arena, it may have been a familiar sight for those who attended the first defense against the dark arts lesson last term, though slight changes were taken. The arena was exceedingly dark, windows having been closed off with dark burgundy, almost black looking, drapes that hung from ceiling to floor. Deep purple colored
mats were lined perfectly from one another in the middle of floor in rows of eight while a deep red mat sat in the front of them all where Professor Medea currently was lazily sitting upon. However, one could still find their way around the room, for scattered around the edges of the arena, far away from where they all would be sitting, were a great deal of candles, both lighting portions of the walls, floors, and ceiling itself in a rather ghostly glow fashion. Candles that
floated in water surrounded with the
stationary ones to light up the particularly extra shiny floor were flickering, while the ceiling was lit with an orange glow from the
hovering candles, most commonly seen in the Great Hall. Don't worry though. No candle wax will be dripping to the floor.
In front of each mat is a parchment already shaped into a long triangle to be easily placed in front of you to read, exactly as how they were last term. What they are for, returning students may know, but for those who don't, fret not. The Professor will say what to do eventually. So please come in and become comfortable on one of the mats. Class will be starting shortly!
Sierra stepped hesitantly into the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. She just
really didn't want to do any yoga today.
Were they going to have to do yoga? Sierra was feeling lazy today and didn't want to exercise while learning. She'd get up and cast spells, yeah, but that kind of thing came naturally. Yoga poses were just weird.
She paused when she saw the mats and made a slight frowning face. Blahh. Maybe they were for sleeping, though. One could only hope. Then there were the candles. Merlin, it looked like a candle fest in here. Sierra avoided looking at most of the candles, because she'd seen such decorations in lots of places before.
She sighed to herself, plopped down her bag, and took a seat on a nearby mat.
"Hello, professor," she managed to say.