Classtime

Lazarus walked through the doors of Defence against the dark arts class. Empty. He hated being first, but he went and sat down anyway. He wondered if Harriate took this class

Lazarus watched harriate walk past him. He sighed. "Don't say hi then" he said and gathered his things, moving to the back.

Lazarus was thinking. He smiled to himself. "Who's teaching this class this year?"

"It won't be, I'm gonna have some fun. Don't expect me back before class starts"

Class had started and a strange teacher walked in. "Hello children. I'm Professor Warren. I'll be teaching class this year."

"Let me see.....hmmmm....Harriate Riddle. Follow me outside Immediately

Lazarus morphed back into himself. "How cool is this!!!!!!" he said with a giant grin

"Yeah....she's behind me isn't she..."

angelus had noticed what was going on and decided it was his turn to have some fun leaveing his shadow in his place he used his elements to leave the classroom changeing into the teacher he had seen at the staff table makeing sure his mental barrier was fully up he entered into the classroom, "Lazarus grim outside now" angelus shouted

Arrabella also walked into the class. She saw Lazarus sitting and took the desk across the room from him. As an old friend, new enemy, It was strange how much she hated him. He shot her several glances but she ignored them. The next few years in this class were going to be hell.