This was a good class. Not like Divinations. That was a horribly bad class. But defense against the dark arts was great. It was even great when Bradson Alek Somerhalder wasn't even a fighter. The third year was pretty dang sure that he wasn't against fighting or dueling. Well the dueling part was a little iffy with the badger. He had ZERO fun dueling his best friend last term. It wasn't something that he wanted to do BUUUUUT defense against the dark arts and fighting and dueling were a heck of a lot better than divinations.

The third year made his way into the classroom. His blue-green eyes looked around the classroom. It was different. Why was it different? Bradson spun around in a circle slowly to make sure that what he was seeing was in fact real. "Am I in the right classroom?" The Scottish boy called out to anyone?Anyone at all.