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Roselyn 
Evelyn was getting rather impatient. Why wasn't Destiny moving into the room? I mean, really. She had heard that the Headmaster would be the one that was teaching the defense lessons this year, and she knew that Destiny knew, but could she at least walk into the ROOM?! There was a line building up! Regardless of the fact that the most awesome professor in all history of professors wasn't teaching here anymore, they still needed to attend the lesson. Not tardy either would be nice.
Finally though it seemed that she was moving into the room. Sighing in relief, and annoyance, the Slytherin squeezed her way around her friend so she could go choose a desk, when her feet stopped in place in surprise. Woooaaah, what was on the floor? No! No flailing! Don’t step on the chalk!!
ACK!
Slamming her back against the wall, she stared at all the chalk drawing thing, debating on where to sit. Right. Now...what was up with the chalk? "Arts and crafts today, Professor?"
"You could say that," Tate agreed, actually grinning a bit this time. You could CERTAINLY say that.
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Macavity Lucky for Simon, defense against the dark arts, his favorite was the first class of the term. Certainly good news for once he mused to himself as he entered the classroom. a quill and some parchment rolled in one hand as his wand of course rested safe and ready in his robe pocket.
"Good Day Professor," he greeted the headmaster politely with a nod before taking a seat at the front of the class, curious to see what today's lesson was about.
"Good day to you," Tate nodded to the boy. "Up front? That's brave."
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Enya Finnigan Enya walked in and saw the chalk lines. She wondered what the class would be about. She walked into the classroom and said, "Good Morning Professor Tate." She took a seat near August and pulled out her book and quill and ink and waited for class to begin.
"Good morning, child," Tate wiggled his fingers at the girl.
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Freds_caribbeangirl Rhea stopped by the door and adjusted her tie. School was actually really starting. She walked into the classroom her book bag swinging by her side. There were quite a number of students in class already. She walked by the front so she could say good day to the professor.
"Good day Professor Headmaster Tate." She smiled and then took a seat in the second row. Her usual seat in this class, then she glanced around to see if any friends were already there.
"Good day," Tate nodded. A lot of polite students. Another Hufflepuff... maybe Neo was doing something right down there near the kitchens.
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feltbeatslover22 The smile that had literally grown on Trixie's face as soon as she saw a new lesson had been scheduled, had grown even larger now that the lesson was actually starting. She may sound like a complete swot, but that was what you came to school for, to learn, and Trix was certainly willing to do so. Which explained why the Blonde had a skip in her step as she entered the DADA classroom whilst glancing round.
"Hello Prof..." Wait was it Professor or Headmaster? See now these were the things Trixie's mind could no comprehend, what it was she was supposed to call her new DADA teacher. Now that Truebridge had left *Sniff* the students had unexpectedly gained Tate as their professor. Which was amazing and yet slightly nerve wracking. "...fessor" the Slytherin continued. Should she add on Headmaster Tate as well? Just for good measures you know.
"It's great to be back, hows life treating you?" What kind of a question was that? Now she was just making random polite conversation in the middle of a lesson. You know what? She was just gonna be quiet now. The sixth year shuffled her way towards the front end of the classroom not wanting to ruin any of this chalk artwork going on, waiting for anyone she knew to come along.
"Life? It keeps trekking onward, doesn't it?" Tate was quite amused by the constant pile up near the door, as well as the way the students kept stumbling over his name. Poor scared babies. "Good summer, I trust?"
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Emishlon Ella was actually excited for this first lesson of term. It would be a great way to take her mind off of things, and well... she had to knuckle down this term and get her grades up. No transferring to Beauxbatons for her! She walked through the door, and was quiiiiiite surprised to see the Headmaster standing there. Better not misbehave in here then..
She eyed the chalk that was on the floor... M'kay?
"Hello professor." She said brightly, then just stood there, waiting for something to happen. She really didn't know if they had to sit first or not. She stood at a slant and looked around anxiously.
"Park it, kid," Tate gestured for another one holding up traffic to move her tail through the door and find a seat. "The chalk lines aren't going to wipe up just by you looking too hard at them. Come on in."
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Danika Malik Danika, in her Durmstrang uniform, of course, decided it would be of her interest to attend a Defense Against the Dark Arts class over here. Just to know how it worked, and especially to know how the Headmaster taught the lesson, surely Zitnik would be interested in finding that out.
"Hello, Headmaster Tate, I vas told I could join in" she said, with a nod. Danika wasn't really asking him, that's why she entered and took a seat after giving the Hogwarts Headmaster a little bow with her head.
Chalk, huh? That was...odd.
"Yes, of course," Tate gestured. "Sit, sit. I'm sure you'll be able to share a very interesting perspective with us."
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Walrus Jacob walked towards the Defense Classroom. It was weird, this was the first time he ever wanted to go to class... other than Lainey's and Vindictus' Lessons.
Jacob walked through the classroom door. He was about to say hello to the professor. He took a breath, but his head shot downwards and looked at the floor. His face wrinkled and relaxed over and over with confusion. He tried to follow the lines, before...
BAM!
Nobody Saw That!
Jacob tripped over his on feet and hit the ground. Quickly Jumping to his feet, he dusted himself off from the little chalk that was on his robes. "I'm Okay" Breath... Breath... That was weird... He quickly took a seat.
"Hello Professor" It was weird having the headmaster teach.
"You followed the wall instead of the path," Tate offered the boy, although the words were cryptic. "Maybe you can try again later. Good day to you."
"Just one more minute, and we'll get started. I'll remind you that there is no chatting in this class and that any latecomers will lose points. Please get out your quill and parchment."