Janelle walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, ready for whatever........she thought. She was not quite ready for darkness though or maybe she just wasn't expecting it. At least there were some bluebell flames to keep her from getting totally disoriented. What was it with professors this year? Either they weren't in the classroom at the start of class or they did something crazy to the room.

Once Janelle's eyes adjusted enough, she was able to find her way to an empty mat. "Hello Professor", she said, as she spotted the man in charge. Then she plopped down on her mat and sat criss cross applesauce. This was going to be good, no doubt about it.