His face a bit puffy because he had had a midnight snack before going to bed, Yoongi still entered the Defence training hall with a good mood. He was excited for this class , one of his favourites …not as much as Charms though…

While entering the room, the first thing the Gryffindor noticed that there were no desks, stools or even chairs in the area and his excitement grew even more. That meant they had a practical lesson right?! As he walked further, he did not notice the chalkboards hanging on the wall but the Professor. Or at least, half of him.

Now, anyone who knew him would know that he was easily startled or freaked out but not this time, he basically ran to the man and as he stood in front of him , gasped loudly, looked down and his eyes twinkled." If that is what I think it is and if I think that that is what we’ll be learning today than I am SO PSYCHED for this lesson! oh ..also Hi~ "No really! If it was the disillusionment charm they were going to learn then he would be so excited! Cause it was the spell he had written down that he had wanted to learn more about the most. So, Pleeeeeease let it be so! He would make him a cake if it is yes! Eventhough he can’t bake anything…

Oh right, chalkboard. Still with a grin on his face, the Gryffindor grabbed what he needed to take and waited, wide eyed , thinking 'please let it be that, please let it be that' the whole time.

Entering the DADA classroom, Penelope looked around. The room seemed empty except for one wall. Was she the first one here? Where was the professor? She walked over to where the chalkboards were hanging and grabbed a chalkboard and a piece of chalk. Professor Dakest was here. "Good morning, Professor Dakest." The apparently missing lower half of his body got a suspicious look, but she wasn't going to ask about that yet. Disillusionment charm, maybe? Penelope found a spot in the middle of the room and sat down on the floor. Looked like it would be an interesting lesson.

Ilia did her best to be early for Defense Against the Dark Arts, it was one of her favorite classes after CoMC after all. Also, he didn't require them to wear robes generally....The one muggle-like thing that she did was wearing jeans when she could. So this morning she most certainly did. Jeans, a black long sleeve and hiking boots, best to be prepared in Professor Dakest's class.

The beautiful golden sunlight shined in across the clean and empty space, a thing of silent beauty as she looked into the classroom. Only the professor was there, smirking .....with half of his body 'not there'. This class, was going to be good. Upon seeing his state, she wasn't unsettled at all and actually, gave him the biggest smile she had given any professor yet this year. "Good Morning, Professor." She bowed respectfully , bright eyed and bushy tail, ready to go as they say. She procured a chalkboard and chalk, as she watched Yoongi's antics. The Gryffindor boy was certainly 'interesting' at times.

She stood an acceptable distance away from the professor and sat, crossed legged on the floor. Waiting patiently, she contemplated if she would be in trouble for turning her chalk green?

Although she was injured, it didn't mean that she had to skip the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. So far she had enjoyed the lesson and Professor Dakest was great and cool too. The healer had put a splint on her left shoulder and hopefully it would get better soon.

After she had some breakfast, the Gryffindor girl climbed up to the first floor where the classroom had located. Entering the classroom, she noticed the Professor was... half of him? Blink blink... "Good morning, Profesor and... Are you okay?" She asked the ex-auror. Was he got sliced or... NO WAY. It must be a trick that related to their lessons today.

And also, a chalk and blackboard? That reminded her of her muggle primary school. she grabbed a board and a chalk and... How was she supposed to write things with this since she injured her shoulder? Oh, sucks.

Mornings didn't bother Olly. He generally tended to wake up early, and so he had plenty of time to eat and prepare himself for the first lesson of the day. It also meant that he was not all groggy or half asleep from just waking up.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was a pretty cool class, and one of the few he actually looked forward to. Also, it was nice that it was not too many staircases away from his dorm. Having to walk up all of the stairs in Hogwarts was not his idea of a good time, and it would make this class not as fun if it was too far away.

Blink. Blink. "Er, missing something, professor?" How could a fully grown man lose his legs though? It seemed like something that would be hard to misplace. Oliver stood in the doorway for a moment, staring at the professor with a look of clear confusion on his face. After a moment he kept walking, grabbing a chalkboard and some chalk, and stood leaning against a wall.

It’s one of those core subjects that he needed to excel in, and ace in his upcoming NEWTs. So without much thought, Ethan arrived in the training hall earlier than everyone else as expected. He’d been preparing for this lesson since last night, even went to bed early, so the muddled greeting that the professor might be expecting from him won’t be heard. Instead, a cheerful one came out of his mouth as soon as he stepped inside the training salle.

“GREETINGS PROFES—” What in the world?! You don’t welcome students with your other half missing! Ethan stood by the entrance, perplexed with what he saw, but then was relieved to see the pleasant expression on the Professor’s face. At least he’s not bothered by it, and not in pain.

Take two.

Clearing his throat, “GREETINGS, Professor Dakest-- …or should I say Professor Dakest 0.5?” Ethan gave the professor a sup nod, and glanced at, what should be his legs and feet, then back to the professor. “Disillusionment charm, I suppose?” he asked and at the same time half assumed. With a quick look around the room, he found the wall full of small blackboards, and the instruction hanging above the lot. The Slytherin got himself one, a piece of chalk, and walked over a spot near the windows where he could get some sunlight. It was almost winter season, so yes, he’d take advantage of the heat of the sun while it lasted.

It was so early, gosh!

But early morning lessons were the best! And best of all? They didn't have to wear robes to the lesson.

Wide awake and with a full stomach, Adi bounded into the room. He was all set for whatever Dakest tossed their way today. Yep! BRING IT ON! "Good morning-'' Eh... Where did half of the man go? It took him only a second or two to pull himself together. Disillusionment Charm was at work, perhaps? "Professor! Did you know that half of you is missing?" Hehe. Rhetorical question. After giving the man a grin, he turned his attention to the board... no, boardS.

Okay, soooo board, chalk and floor! Adi grabbed the two before shuffling over to Ilia, in the process waving to Yoongi, Ava, Penelope and Ethan. "Heyyy, Ilia,'' he greeted as he flopped down cross legged beside her.

He didn't want to go to anymore classes. Blaise Bellaire had only just started his Hogwarts career and he was already done. So done. His wand didn't work; his magic didn't work and every lesson he'd been to so far required these two factors to be fixed. Trouble was, he didn't know HOW to fix them, consequently the boy walked into the lesson with a long face and his quick quotes quill and notepad floating along ahead of him.

First thing he noticed, there were no desks or chairs. Second thing, he needed to grab a little chalkboard and chalk. Third thing, there was only half a Professor here.

How did THAT happen? Blaise stared openly in awe, wondering if they would be able to do that too but then he remember how his magic was no good and his face just fell all over again. "Hello Professor. It's neat how you cut yourself in half like that." Even though he'd never be able to do the same with his own wand.

The boy flopped to the ground with a look similar to that of a child who'd been handed candy then had it snatched away right after. He wanted to cut himself in half too but no doubt his wand would never let him--or worse, it would do it wrong and get him killed.

Norah had woken up early for this one, mmhmm. There were certain things that had to be done before a DADA class, namely looking in the mirror for five hundred billion years just to make sure her cheeks were NOT going to go red. Prefect's orders. It wasn't allowed. Her cheeks hadn't done a very good job with it in all the other DADA classes this term, but it this was her lesson. She'd practiced, okay? Practice made...something close to perfect than she was at this point. The perfection part of the prefect deal was still decidedly out of reach, but that was likely true for everybody except for Sophie Brown who was probably perfect from the second she was born.

When she stepped into the classroom, her eyes went directly to Professor Dakest, her eyebrows went directly upwards, and the corners of her mouth went directly into their smiling position. Where did the bottom half of him GO? "Good morning professor." Her greeting had a tendency to be soft and mumbled in this particular class, and today was no exception. There was no blushing, at least, so that was a cause for celebration all in itself. Apparently having an invisible bottom half didn't make it any easier to not be in in awe of him, which was completely unfair. Maybe he could make his face invisible next time. That would be a shame, though.

She finally noticed that there were no chairs and desks set up, so she retrieved a board before choosing a place on the floor. Alright. Cool. Hopefully this wouldn't be as embarrassing as the patronuses had been.

No food in her belly, and absolutely no brushing of her hair happened. It was, however, in a pony tail which helped with the fly away hairs a bit. Eye buggers were present, and most likely some drool stains around her mouth. Maybe the whole 'being alert' thing was a fluke last term, or maybe she still wasn't quite in the swing of things yet. Whatever the reason, AJ was here physically, but that was about it.

Walking into the room, AJ spotted the professor, and pointed at his missing half. It took too much effort to actually say what she was thinking. A mumbled "morning," did escape from her barely opened lips.

People. Hi, people. AJ did a sort of sleep walk over to the boyfriend. Head nod for the hufflepuff prefect. Sup? Oh crap. She needed things. A few 'out of body experience' steps later and she was back in her original position with a chalkboard and chalk. She couldn't get too comfortable because sleep would probably overtake her once more.

It didn't matter to Hady how early in the morning this lesson was taking place for she was more then wide awake. Her face as well as the rest of her completely clean, hair brushed but left down flowing nicely down her back and around her shoulders, teeth brushed as well. She'd even had time for breakfast of course though it wasn't exactly breakfast food if chocolate frogs and a charmed glass of orange changed into coffee counted for much.

Entering the DADA room all she really noticed was the lack of desks and chairs at first. Well alrighty then nothing wrong with that. Doing a quick sweep of the room with her bright hazel eyes she nodded at a few of her friends before spotting Professor Dakest or well um half of him off to the side. Nothing seemed to concern her anymore, if the man didn't appear bothered by the lack of his lower half then neither would she. However she couldn't help but hope this had something to do with what they'd be learning today. "Morning Professor," she greeted warmly with a small smirk and a simple nod of her head.

Greeting down she wandered across the room to the selection of mini black boards and picked one up off the wall along with a piece of chalk. With the items needed in her hand she found a clear spot where no one was standing and sat herself down on the floor, bag resting at her feet, chalkboard resting on her lap and fingers drumming quietly to a beat she couldn't seem to get out of her head.

Austin walked into the room tired as ever. He wasn't a morning person. Why did professors have to make classes so early? They knew students wouldn't be fully awake, right? Well this fourth year wasn't. He almost fell asleep in his french toast this morning. He did, however, end up pouring syrup all over his hand. It was a very odd morning indeed. Looking around, he found that a few students were sitting on the floor with chalkboards. Upon further looking around he found that there were chalkboards hanging up on the far wall. He promptly grabbed one, and some chalk, and found an empty spot to sit.

Looking up, wanting to greet the professor, he realized that the man was only half there. He was very confused indeed. "Um... Morning professor?"

Normally these early morning classes drove Cinna nuts. It wasn't the having to get up so early part. It was the I'm on the seventh floor abs I'm supposed to make it down to the great hall eat breakfast before this early morning class? There was not enough hours in the day.

But surprisingly this morning she had gotten up in time to go for a run, eat breakfast, and go up the the owlery to send off some letters. She did this all before it was time to head down to class. Amazing! She wasn't even tired. She was awfully wide eyed and brushy tailed this morning. If she had been heading to Moxleys lesson this morning instead she could have stuck the super big smiley face to her clothes.

Instead she was heading to defense against the dark arts. Heading on into the classroom she noticed no desk. No desk? Hmmmm sitting in the floor. So these other slackers couldn't fall asleep, right? Great idea Dakest. Slackers shouldn't have the chance to slack.

Anyway... The seventh year nodded and smiled at the professor as she passed, "Good morning, Professor Dakest." Hmmmm. Half of him was missing. She actually wasn't sure how to react to this. If she wasn't as awake as she was she probably would have thought she was seeing things.

Then she went over to the chalk boards took one off of the peg and I piece of chalk and found a seat.... Or a spot in the floor next to no one she was at a perfect spot next to no one. She was completely happy with this for now.

DADA.

One of the class that she was looking forward too. Not because the Professor has a nice face. A VERY nice face. Nope. Not at all. But she was not really a fan of morning classes. She's just not a morning person. The Gryffindor had to drag herself from her comfy dorm ALL the way to the DADA classroom in the first floor. But she did get a chance to get some breakfast first. That's a plus.

When she entered the classroom, the first thing she noticed was the Professor or more like half of him. But he still looked very handsome. Ahem. "Good morning, Professor."

Candice grabbed one of those chalk board and a chalk of course before she found a perfect spot on the floor to sit on.

Dante liked this class. Though he just likes DADA anyway So it probably would not have mattered the Professor. Sorry Dakest. So he was not really surprised when he walked in and saw no desks. He was use to Professors being crazy with the rooms by now.

"Good to see you Professor...well at least half of you anyway"

Now that was certainly interesting and Dante had no idea how he did it. How they be learning how to do that today or something like that. That would be awesome. Dante took a board and a piece of chalk and looked for a empty spot to sit down. He was not going to stand unless ordered too. Though no lying down. That could be disastrous.

Though imagine all the things a fourteen year could do if he became invisible.

Just imagine.

Zander Adair was tired. Zander Adair was sleep deprived. Zander Adair was feeling all sorts of pressure. And yet somehow, Zander Adair managed to get himself out of bed this morning with time to grab a quick bite at breakfast and still make it to class on time. Man. Zander Adair had this down to a science. The science of waking up at the very last possible minute and still surviving Hogwarts. They should start a club for that. Zander could be president.

The Gryffindor was still tired as he walked into the classroom. Though he still noticed the note on the wall. Grabbing a board and a piece of chalk he went to-- Uh. Blink. Blink. Blink.

He stopped cold in his path, rubbing his eyes a bit. Okay, was he so sleepy that he was only seeing half of Professor Dakest this morning? This had never been a sideeffect... "Uh, good morning, Sir," he blinked a few more times before walking to find a piece of floor to sit at. Man. That was strange. Where did his legs go?

Paulina didn't like mornings, yet she somehow managed to drag herself out of bed and look at least somewhat decent. At least her appearance was up to class standards, and that was the important thing.

Entering the classroom she didn't even blink as she saw half of the Professor missing. Why not? Wasn't as if strange things weren't happening in every lesson. It was almost normal to her now. "Morning Professor." At least he hadn't added any bizarre rules lately - at least from what she'd seen. Anything could happen.

Waving to people, Paulina grabbed a chalkboard and piece of chalk before finding a place to sit.

Oh early morning class.

The only blessing was they hadn't had astro the night before. But alas no and Benny was only moving a little slower this morning as he entered the classroom. The sight of the half-professor was a mild surprise but the Gryffindor wasn't concerned. Disallusionment charms...quite common when one deals with dragons as he had over the summer. Not to mention what Adi had cast in their own adventures. "Good morning professor," he greeted politely as he went to retrieve a chalkboard and chalk and then to find a seat.

"Hey," he greeted Adi and a quite sleepy AJ almost about to sit be them when he spotted Paulina off by herself. Deciding to be friendly, Benny moved closer to her. "Morning," he greeted as he sat down.

Oooh, DADA time. Davie loved DADA, even when it was early in the morning. He trotted into class and happily picked up his chalkboard and chalk, as instructed. It was then that he noticed the professor, and.... noticed that half of him was missing. It took Davie a minute of staring and thinking to figure that one out.

See, he was probably just partially visible. Surely Professor Dakest knew how to apparate and disapparate properly, so he hadn't splinched his bottom half. He hadn't messed up a spell, and then decided to hold a class. That didn't make sense. So this was a deliberate bit of magic, and it probably had something to do with what they were going to learn today, and Davie didn't need to waste the professor's time asking him about it.

He greeted the man, finally, with a sharp nod of respect, taking his chalkboard over to the corner to sit down.

It was time for Defense Against the Dark Arts and Janelle was curious about what the class might be learning today. She entered the room, ready to enthusiastically greet the professor. "Good Morning Profes......sor" Oh......there was only half of the professor to greet. He was bottomless. Now that was different. Janelle wondered if he using an invisibility cloak around his bottom half. Now she was definitely intrigued.

Seeing the written instructions, Janelle grabbed a blackboard and chalk. She waved to Adi and Cinna, then she found an nice empty spot on the floor and sat down. From there, she could see everyone as they arrived for class. People watching was always a good way to pass the time.

Evie could occasionally be persuaded to be a morning person. Especially when that morning was started off with Dakest teaching DADA. She had her breakfast, of course, and had gotten dressed and ready and went on her way to the classroom, excited to see what they would be learning that morning.

"Good morning... Professor." Half of the professor, she noted as she walked through the door. Interesting, but not really a surprise. More of an invitation to be even more excited about what they would learn today. Without question, Evie followed the directions on the board and obtained a board and a piece of chalk and found a place to sit as she waited for the rest of her classmates to show up.

Defense Against the Dark Arts. This class was the one Colt was most interested to attend. He had some knowledge from Dumstrang of course but he wanted to know how this Hogwarts teacher handled this subject. He didn't really sleep well last night due to some excitement. He did manage to eat something for breakfast though and felt a little better. He was still scrubbing the sleepies out of his eyes when he entered the room. He noticed others beat him here though which was to be expected. As he looked to the front of the room, he noticed the Professor.....half of him was missing?????

He blinked not once, not twice but three times to make sure no joke was being played on him. He furrowed his brows in confusion and tilted his head. "Good morning Professorr?" He was still even more confused yet fascinated he managed to do that. He shook his head and remembered to introduce himself, "Im Colt. Colt Winchester." Then he saw he needed to take a piece of chalk and a chalkboard and went back to his seat. He wondered what they were gonna do with this stuff.

Mornings weren't a problem, as Sophie Brown made a habit of going for an early morning run with the sunrise every morning, but this particular morning, when she'd first woken up, it looked like a lack of sleep was taking its toll on the Ravenclaw. She'd used some Not-So-Sleeping Beauty and Dry Eyes from Madame Primpernelles to combat the dark, sleepy circles under her eyes and her dry, tired eyes themselves, so one might not have known she seemed to be especially exhausted today. But she was, especially after her run she took anyway, and only the trained eye would've still been able to see those traces of exhaustion in her complexion and demeanor.

But it was DEFENSE time, so that at least helped a little in providing her with the pick-me-up she needed. It was always fun to see Dakest, and--

That smug smirk was the first thing she noticed, followed closely by his missing bottom half. He was ridiculous, did he know? He was like an excited little kid bursting at the seams, like he had a BIG secret to tell, but his secret wasn't a secret at all because everyone could see him. Nerd. "You are... something else, sir," was her choice of greeting, an amused smile accompanying her words as she caught sight of the instructions about the chalk and retrieved her own board and piece of chalk to accompany it.

Turning back to survey the class and her options of where to sit... Sophie hesitated. There was Zander, which was the obvious choice, and Penelope, Ilia, Ethan, Norah, Cinna, Davie, Janelle... and, of course, Evangeline Shacklebolt. Defense Against the Dark Arts class used to make her think of Mo, but ever since last term, it felt like her class with Evie, as she and Evie had bonded with Dakest together at the very start of the term. Dakest was like a bond that held them together... or used to, until everything unraveled at the seams at the beginning of THIS term.

Still... Sophie threw an apprehensive look at Dakest, then at Evie, then at Dakest again, as if silently conveying her thought process of... If I sit with her and she gets mean again like I told you, you'll take care of it, right? Not that she couldn't handle herself, except that... she couldn't handle herself. Not this. She'd never had to deal with someone hating her before and going out of their way to be mean to her. This was a new experience for Sophie Brown and she hated it, but... what... better way to try to work this through than with Dakest there to supervise? Dakest wouldn't tolerate Evie being rude to her in the way she had been in charms class, so...

Before she could stop her feet, they were already taking her over to her dormmate, and Sophie sat down cross-legged beside Evie, her board in her lap, and gave the Head Babe an uncertain smile. "Know y'hate me now, but this class feels like ours 'n it'd feel wrong to sit somewhere else. My uncool isn't contagious," or whatever, "you're not gonna catch it." Humoring her, all right? Just because Evie hated her, it didn't mean Sophie wanted to stop being friends with her. She just... wanted to work it out.

But could they?

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Mornings weren't a problem, as Sophie Brown made a habit of going for an early morning run with the sunrise every morning, but this particular morning, when she'd first woken up, it looked like a lack of sleep was taking its toll on the Ravenclaw. She'd used some Not-So-Sleeping Beauty and Dry Eyes from Madame Primpernelles to combat the dark, sleepy circles under her eyes and her dry, tired eyes themselves, so one might not have known she seemed to be especially exhausted today. But she was, especially after her run she took anyway, and only the trained eye would've still been able to see those traces of exhaustion in her complexion and demeanor.

But it was DEFENSE time, so that at least helped a little in providing her with the pick-me-up she needed. It was always fun to see Dakest, and--

That smug smirk was the first thing she noticed, followed closely by his missing bottom half. He was ridiculous, did he know? He was like an excited little kid bursting at the seams, like he had a BIG secret to tell, but his secret wasn't a secret at all because everyone could see him. Nerd. "You are... something else, sir," was her choice of greeting, an amused smile accompanying her words as she caught sight of the instructions about the chalk and retrieved her own board and piece of chalk to accompany it.

Turning back to survey the class and her options of where to sit... Sophie hesitated. There was Zander, which was the obvious choice, and Penelope, Ilia, Ethan, Norah, Cinna, Davie, Janelle... and, of course, Evangeline Shacklebolt. Defense Against the Dark Arts class used to make her think of Mo, but ever since last term, it felt like her class with Evie, as she and Evie had bonded with Dakest together at the very start of the term. Dakest was like a bond that held them together... or used to, until everything unraveled at the seams at the beginning of THIS term.

Still... Sophie threw an apprehensive look at Dakest, then at Evie, then at Dakest again, as if silently conveying her thought process of... If I sit with her and she gets mean again like I told you, you'll take care of it, right? Not that she couldn't handle herself, except that... she couldn't handle herself. Not this. She'd never had to deal with someone hating her before and going out of their way to be mean to her. This was a new experience for Sophie Brown and she hated it, but... what... better way to try to work this through than with Dakest there to supervise? Dakest wouldn't tolerate Evie being rude to her in the way she had been in charms class, so...

Before she could stop her feet, they were already taking her over to her dormmate, and Sophie sat down cross-legged beside Evie, her board in her lap, and gave the Head Babe an uncertain smile. "Know y'hate me now, but this class feels like ours 'n it'd feel wrong to sit somewhere else. My uncool isn't contagious," or whatever, "you're not gonna catch it." Humoring her, all right? Just because Evie hated her, it didn't mean Sophie wanted to stop being friends with her. She just... wanted to work it out.

But could they?

She was people watching, as she did on occasion. It was a common thing for her to do, especially in class when she was surrounded by other students in other houses. It intrigued her to see how to interacted with each other. As for herself, Evie didn't have any friends in the class yet. Her eyes moved over to the Head Girl when she entered the room and she sat up straighter and diverted her attention to her chalk board. Watching Sophie in her peripheral vision, Evie randomly drew little doodles on her board as she waited for class to begin, fully expecting Sophie to ignore her, as she was ignoring Sophie, and sit with her boyfriend.

But, as she saw in her peripheral vision, the head girl did the opposite and sat by her instead. Evie sat silently and avoided eye contact, keeping all focus on the chalkboard on her lap that she was currently doodling flowers onto. Pff, look at her. Such a perfect role model. Evie was the one being mean and Sophie was the one the one trying to fix things. Evie let Sophie's sentence hang for a silent moment. Her eyes looked up and around at their classmates who were in their own little world. Evie had been mean to Sophie in charms class and Sophie had spat right back at her... but now she was humoring her? Being nice? Trying to connect with her again? Evie's eyes landed on Dakest. Her attitude in this class was significantly different than it was in Charms the other day. Evie felt the need to impress Dakest in every way. She wanted to be an auror; she had to prove she was worth it. And that meant not being a snot to Sophie, which was going to be HARD because she just SAT by her. Was Sophie trying to prove the same thing to Dakest too?

"I don't hate you," was all she said, returning her eyes to her chalk board. Funny how that was the first thing she assumed.