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 Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2024 6:43 pm
  Sixth Year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is held at 2:00pm on Mondays and Wednesdays Located on Hogwarts' third floor is the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The room is bright with the curtains of the large windows always open. The windows themselves will sometimes be open depending on the weather. The classroom is light on decor, Professor Monroe preferring to have as much open space as possible. However there are a few mementos including his diploma, a few vintage newspapers, and even an American flag hanging tucked in one of the corners. At the head of the classroom there is a desk, though Professor Monroe rarely sits and when he does it's usually on top of the desk. Next to the desk is a chalkboard he uses while teaching. Off to the side there is another smaller chalkboard with the word Rules underlined. There is only one thing beneath it; "I trust you, just don't be an idiot."Professor Monroe's office is situated above the classroom and is almost always open in case students need anything.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2024 6:44 pm
Sixth Year
[ ] Unforgivable Curses
[ ] Bombarda Maxima
[ ] Nonverbal Spells
[ ] Dementors/Patronus
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2024 7:34 pm
 Jack was a bit more sober than he usually was when he was preparing for a class to start. This was, without a doubt, the least favorite lesson he had to teach, but teens seemed to have a morbid curiosity about it. He couldn’t blame them, he’d probably been the same way until he’d seen them first hand.
It had been 25 years since he’d lost his mother and almost become a victim of the killing curse himself. It wasn’t like he spent every day rueing over it, but now, knowing he was going to be a father soon, he’d thought about her a lot. He shook his head, trying to refocus himself. He finished up the notes on the board and leaned back against his desk as he waited for the class to arrive.
Once the kids started to file in, he pushed himself to standing. “Welcome in everyone. Please take your seats, we have an…interesting class today.” He gave a few more minutes for everyone to be settled before he began.
“Today we’re discussing a subject that I have more experience with than I would like. The Unforgivable Curses.” He sighed slightly, then continued. “As someone who’s been on the receiving end of one of these spells,” he’d almost forgotten about the time a perp had used crucio on him, “using them is among the worst things a person could do.”
“Now, can someone tell me what the three Unforgivable Curses are and what they do?” He asked, searching the students for the sign someone knew the answer.
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Posted: Sat Oct 12, 2024 12:37 pm
 ✵ Nic ✵ Nicholas Hue Hayward-Ye ✵----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- xxxxxxxxx(Gryffindor Sixth Year Prefect) (Half-blood-part-nymph) (Herbology Club and Namaste Club Captian) (Quidditch Vice-Captain and Beater)(Part time Quidditch Announcer)
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2026 4:27 pm
.png) Jack was strangely excited for this lesson. The subject of Dementors wasn’t exactly…cheerful, but on the other hand, casting a patronus required exactly that. Happy memories. Not to mention, when some did manage to cast a corporeal patronus, he always loved to see the form it would take. When he began teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, he had no idea how much psychology he’d learn in the process. He finished up his last few preps just as the students began to file in. Mentally, he wondered which of them would figure out how to cast a patronus at all, let alone a corporeal one. After years of knowing and teaching these kids he had a decent idea based on each of their skills, but the factor of having a happy enough memory also came into play and he was less sure about that.
Once he’d marked all the students as present, he spoke. “Today, we’re going to be learning about Dementors, but more important than them, learning how to defend against them by casting a patronus charm.” He glanced over the class, gauging their reaction. “I’m warning you here and now, this is not going to be an easy class today, and that is okay. Casting a Patronus is one of the most difficult spells out there. Many people are never able to cast a corporeal patronus, so all I’m concerned about is giving it your best shot. You might find you can’t produce one now, but maybe someday you’ll come face to face with a Dementor, and you’ll manage it without a second thought. You can’t fully say until you’re in the situation. Don’t let yourself be discouraged.”
He leaned against his desk. “Now, we’ll start with the basics. Dementors are…vile. There are many theories and legends as to how they developed, but there isn’t a firm answer. Even being near a Dementor causes a person to relive their worst memories, feel terrified, hopeless, and nearly incapable of feeling any sort of happiness. That’s part of the reason a patronus can be so difficult. A Dementor’s kiss literally sucks the soul from a person’s body. It’s a fate worse than death.” During his time in Magical Law Enforcement, Jack had been unlucky enough to see a Dementor’s victim firsthand. It would still cross his mind sometimes. “Nowadays, it’s pretty unlikely for any of you to ever come in contact with a Dementor, but trust me, you’d much rather be prepared for something unlikely than encounter one with no idea how to fight it. So, then your patronus comes in. The patronus is, in a sense, the exact opposite of a Dementor. It is a manifestation of positive feelings and memories. There are two types of patronuses. Corporeal and non-corporeal. A corporeal patronus will take on the form of a creature, while a non-corporeal patronus will be a sort of shield of mist. A corporeal one is more effective, but a non-corporeal is a whole lot better than nothing.”
He stood up straight and circled his wand, visualizing the births of his daughters. “Expecto Patronum!” A blueish light emerged from his wand, quickly taking the shape of a large Irish Wolfhound. “As difficult as it is to learn, once you manage it and figure out the happiest memories, it becomes much easier.” After another few seconds, Jack returned his wand to the holster he wore, and the patronus soon disappeared. “Before we try casting, what I want everyone to do is just breathe, close your eyes if it helps you. Once you’ve settled a bit, I want you to visualize the happiest memory you can think of. Make sure whatever it is, it’s powerful. The happiest you can ever remember feeling. Let it just wash over you. Feel it through your whole body. This is the most important part of casting a patronus. Without it, you’ll be lucky to even cast something non-corporeal.” He just hoped everyone here had a memory like that. That hope had nothing to do with being able to cast a patronus.
“Everyone, get your wands and go ahead and stand up. We’ll break into groups of two or three, just so we can be a bit more comfortable. Right now, I just want you to think of your memories and get comfortable with incantation and wand motion. Don’t expect to get it on your first try. In fact, I might die of shock if you do,” he joked. “If you produce anything by the end of class, I’ll consider it a huge win. If you don’t, we’ll have more classes to work on it, and if you don’t get anything, well, you tried. If you have any questions, I’ll be coming around to watch.” He then clapped, dismissing them to get into groups.
Location: Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2026 1:21 pm
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Luke walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts, hand entwined with Amelia's. DADA had always been Luke's favorite class, but especially starting last year. Maybe, just maybe, that was because his teacher was now American. He'd been in the UK for a few years now, and most of the time he had no problem understanding the various British accents he encountered, but hearing a distinctly American accent was almost relaxing to his brain. Also, the whole being related to him thing helped.
Luke took his normal seat towards the front, and Amelia slipped in next to him. Molly curled up on Amelia’s feet. Luke watched as everyone else entered the classroom, excited to see what they would be learning today. So far, it seemed like the sixth year is when they were learning the good stuff. Luke hadn’t fully decided what he was going to do once he graduated, but Auror was on the table, so anything he learned here was likely to be useful.
After everyone was settled, Jack began his lesson. As soon as Jack said ‘dementors’, Luke was intrigued. They’d mentioned the subject the previous year, but now they were actually getting into it. He’d always wondered what form his patronus might take. The only patronus he’d actually seen in person was his mom’s, which took the form of a bat. Of course, as Jack said, it was entirely possible he wouldn’t actually see the form it took today. Or ever. He didn’t want to let himself be too focused on that. After all, he was good at magic. He’d become an animagus before he’d even moved to the UK. Sure, that was a much more common skill at Salem, but it was still difficult magic.
When Jack cast his own patronus, Luke couldn’t help but smile. Wolfhound. That tracked. It also seemed easy for him to cast, which made sense considering his experience. When Jack dismissed them to work on the spell, Luke turned to Amelia expectantly. She, unfortunately, looked less than thrilled. He could see how the idea of focusing on happy feelings might be a bit more difficult for her. “I bet you can get it before I can,” he said, smiling at her. “I’m pretty sure there’s no branch of magic that’s ever been actually hard for you.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2026 1:25 pm
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Amelia was having a high-anxiety day. She hated it when she felt like this. Her insides were all mixed up, and it felt like something was going to burst out of her chest. She just wanted to go to sleep, but unfortunately, she had class. Luckily, she had Molly on one side and Luke on the other. It helped a bit. Molly, unsurprisingly, was very good at being an assistance dog. She walked just a bit in front of Amelia, making sure the path was clear. She was fairly certain that the dog knew the last thing Amelia needed right now was to run into someone. She could see it sending her into a spiral very easily.
Luckily, they made it to the classroom without incident. She took the seat next to Luke, and Molly moved under the desk, curling up on Amelia’s feet. She moved so her shoulder was resting just against Luke’s. She could feel his breathing, which helped hers start to even out. However, once class started, she was no longer too sure. The moment Jack said Dementors, her stomach churned. Not necessarily out of fear, but of something akin to annoyance. Of course, on a day that she was feeling extra mentally ill, they were attempting to cast a spell that only worked with happy memories. At least there weren’t Dementors in the classroom or something.
When Luke turned to her and spoke, she struggled not to roll her eyes. Sure, she was good at magic, but she was less than confident. Not to mention, Luke was really selling himself short here. Their skills were at very least equal. “You’re making me out to be a Mary Sue. Stop it.”
Luke laughed out loud. “Well, if the shoe fits.”
Amelia stuck her tongue out at him before finally deciding to stand up and at least wave her wand around a little. She wasn’t hopeful, but she was going to put in the effort. She decided to just try it. Say the words and see what happens. She wasn’t expecting anything, but maybe it’d help clear the jitters. She pointed her wand and, with a deep breath, spoke. “Expecto Patronum.” The slightest bit of blue haze emitted from her wand before sinking to the ground like a mist. Well, at least it was the right color.
“Your turn,” she said, glancing back at Luke incredulously. He gave a mock bow before drawing his wand. He stared at her for a long moment before closing his eyes and saying the incantation. It looked a bit better than hers. There was a moment when it looked almost solid before it dissipated. Luke shrugged, though he had a smile on his face.
Amelia stepped up again, this time closing her eyes and taking several deep breaths. She was terrible at bringing up any memories, let alone overwhelmingly happy ones. She was sixteen. Not that many interesting things had happened to her. She tried visualizing the day of sorting. She’d been nervous that whole day, but once she’d been sorted into Hufflepuff, she was filled with excitement as it meant she got to be with her siblings. It may not have been her happiest memory, but it was something.
She readied herself and tried the spell again. She pushed all of her focus onto the memory, and as she did, the mist once again left her wand; this time, it began to form into a shield in front of her. She felt her heart jump a little bit, and her anxiety began to ease slightly. She was doing it.
Luke came up and put a hand on her shoulder. “Come on, you’ve got it!”
She decided to try a different approach. It wasn’t really a specific memory per se, more like a conglomeration of happy moments. Going to theme parks with her family, hearing the applause after a performance, the first time she’d met Molly, sitting in the grass with Luke.
The shimmery outline of a unicorn came to life. It wasn’t exactly defined, but it was distinguishable. A feeling of warmth rushed over her, and she smiled broadly. It may not deter a swarm of Demetors, but it was there. She turned to Luke excitedly.
“That’s all I needed,” he said, smiling back at her. “Expecto Patronum!” As he said the words, a bluish-white beagle sprang from his wand and began playfully running around the unicorn.
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