DADA, Class 4-A (Years 1-4)

[Isabella Rothschild]

It was getting harder and harder to leave Conor and got to class. But as efficient as Bellatrix had been, Isabella still felt uncertain about leaving her to teach the younger students. So she left Conor with Voltaire, and made her way down to her classroom.

As always, she arrived early, and spent several minutes tidying the room and arranging the desks as she wanted them. Once she was satisfied, she turned around and tapped the magical blackboard, causing several words to appear on the board:

Stupefy
Petrificus Totalus
Expelliarmus
Protego

Then she sat down and waited for her students to arrive.

[Severus Snape]

Severus wasn't usually the type to be first in class, but he really enjoyed his DADA classes and Professor Rothschild. Even though her husband was nuttier than squirrel poo at times, she made the subject Severus's favorite. He walked in and took a seat that wasn't too close to the front, but wasn't in the back of the class. He took out his slightly beaten text book and began to read about the spells that were written on the board. He knew about the shield spell, that was too useful not to be informed about, but knowing the Professor she would probably add to what the text was saying about the spell work.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella looked up when she heard the quiet, shuffling footsteps enter the room. Recognizing young Mr. Snape, she broke into a smile. The poor boy took a lot of teasing, but she was rather fond of him. In some ways, he reminded her of herself when she was younger. She, of course, had been much angrier than Severus was, but she recognized something in his eyes; a sign of a soul in trouble and in search of direction. He had potential and had always done well in her class, so she always tried to encourage him.

"Good morning, Severus," she greeted him. "I hope your day is going well so far."

[Severus Snape]

Severus's head snapped up from his book, usually when a voice called to him before a class really started, it was to say something rude. His eyes softened slightly as he registered that it was his professor saying hello rather than 'perfect Potter' or some other smart arse student of idiocy ready to follow up with an insult.
"Hello Professor," he responded "Yes, I'm doing well enough..." he paused to consider if to ask her the same question would be considered rude or precocious."I look forward to the lesson today." he decided to finish and turned the page of his text before actually finishing the page. He thought of turning back but decided to continue reading anyway.