Class 4 - NEWT

“Charms,” Keera said to herself thoughtfully, testing the word out on her tongue. It wasn’t nearly as bad as ‘Herbology’, but it would definitely take some getting used to. “Charming,” she said directly afterwards, fallowed by a laugh; yes, that would have to do. She wrapped her arms around her midsection and looked at the classroom she was standing in. It was a rather stuffy looking place, and the lights hanging from the ceiling were too bright, but she could fix all of that, she could make things more comfortable for herself if she did things her way.

Digging through her pockets, Keera searched for her wand, which she would use to move things around and get rid of the glaring lights. “Found you,” she muttered when she wrapped her fingers around the sleek wood, pulling it out of her pocket. She held it up in front of her and waved it expertly; after so many years of flinging that stupid wand around she had gotten used to it and had eventually added flourishes when she used it rather than wandless magic. She couldn’t use wandless magic with every spell, and used that method whenever she had to keep her wand hidden. With a loud, high-pitched squeal, the chairs rearranged themselves so that they were sitting in random places in the room, some facing the wall while others were closer to the front of the classroom. Keera nodded to herself and flicked her wand again, aiming it in the general direction of the overhead lights, which, with a pop, disappeared. Keera exhaled contently when the classroom got darker instantly, sunlight sneaking in through the curtains.

Keera turned around so that she was staring at the chalkboard that was fixed on the wall. She picked up a piece of chalk and wrote in capital letters,

“LEAVE THE CLASSROOM IF YOU ARE WEARING A WATCH OF ANY SORT & DO NOT COME BACK,” she laughed wildly but figured it would be best if she erased that last part so that it read,

“LEAVE THE CLASSROOM IF YOU ARE WEARING ANY WATCH OF A SORT.” Keera nodded, adding another line underneath that,

“GET OUT YOUR TEXTBOOK AND YOUR WAND,” she planned on having them burn every one of those worthless stacks of paper. She would not teach the children by reading from any book of any sort; she would show them what charm it was that they were to master and she would put her own spin on it as well- though, being who she was, it would probably be a dangerous spin on things.

Keera turned around to face the door when she heard one the students come in only to see Arthur, probably one of Keera’s least favorite students to have to teach yet. She nodded and put the chalk back where she had gotten it from, “They've been moving the subs and the other teachers around quite a bit this week,” she replied simply, leaning against her desk, waiting him to both take a seat and do as the board instructed. Keera wondered how many students she would have to teach; if Charms was a popular a subject as Herbology, she would probably only ever have five or so students to deal with at a time, which did sound rather pleasant for the most part- or at least, if Arthur didn’t give her any trouble during class as he had before. She didn’t really have anything against the boy personally, it was more of his ability to tick her off easily that she disliked- or more like, loathed.