Insanity and Disintigration - 7th Years DADA

[charles]

Charles or professor Herron as his students called him, walked into the large, circular defense against the dark arts classroom with a bounce in his step. Mind you, this didn't mean he was in a particularily good mood. It's nearly certain that Charles could have been having the worst day of his life and he would've been skipping. That's just the way he was. He was odd to the utmost degree of strangeness. It's questionable whether this is what made him interesting or if this was that thing that annoyed his students to no end. No matter. Even those who didn't enjoy his company at all were forced to deal with him. Charles was, particular to say the least. He had curly brown hair which had surely once been a full head of hair but was now reduced to brownish fluff on his head. He had a face creased with lines and wrinkles from smiling, laughing and spending too much time in the sun. These stubbornly refused to be tamed by any variety of anti-aging cream. Professor Herron walked, well, more paced, around the circular room before picking up the stub of a chalk and writing on the black board in his curling writing Deletrius. He smiled absently and dropped the small piece of chalk into the tray along the edge of the board.

Anytime now He thought to himself while readjusting his worn burgundy top hat atop his mop of fading curls. He pulled up his knee high socks which, once again, did not match. One was polka dotted and the other striped like a red and orange candy cane. The brown loafers her wore with them clashed terribly, not that he minded. Honestly, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if he walked out in nothing but underwear and a hat someday. Charles had always been odd. Maybe odd didn't cover it. More like mad, or insane. Intelligent mind you, a genius even. Galileo had been considered mad due to his revolutionary science theories. Certainly, Charles would like to consider himself a genius like Galileo. If you want an honest opinion though, Charles Timothy Herron was more insane than Galileo had ever been.

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[lucy jane lovegood]

<sub>Lucy wasn't normally so early for her classes. No, she had the habit of running in at the last moment, apologizing profusely to her professor for her obvious lack of time-telling skills. Sometimes, she'd simply forget she even had classes, and would come blundering in halfway through the lesson, tripping over things, her mouth running haywire with apologies.

She thanked all the dieties in heaven as she walked into Professor Herron's classroom, early for once in her life. The only people there were a few Slytherin students who were snickering quietly in the corner. Lucy didn't even want to know what they were talking about. It seemed like it'd be something about shooting puppies or strangling endangered whales. Something morbid.

The tiny Gryffindor girl took her seat in the third row of desks, setting her worn, brown leather bookbag on the ground next to her. Her hazel eyes scanned the board upfront, across which was scrawled a word that Lucy was pretty sure meant something along the lines of explosive diarrhea. She tilted her head to the side, thinking for a momnet about what on earth bowel movements had to do with defending one's self against dark magic. Eventually she gave up.

Instead, she turned her eyes to Professor Herron, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He was wearing, as usual, a crazy get-up. Something so endearingly eccentric that Lucy couldn't help but smile her lopsided grin. "I adore your stockings, Professor," she told him, her voice threaded with laughter as she admired his mismatched socks, eyes crinkling at the corners with her smile. "Particularly the left one. Something about the polka-dots is just to die for."</sub>

[addy ?!]

Alice was never late for class and today was no exception to that rule. The small blond lion waltzed down the halls comfortably, she certainly wasn't pressed for time. Being a keener, Alice was often one of the first to settle herself into class. It had been a smart move finding Lily Evans as a friend. Both of the girls were pretty keen on their schooling and in fact, Lily was usually into classes at the same time as she was. Early. Well, not many people have but one friend and Alice was no peculiarity to that, she was also quite good friends with Lucy Lovegood and Alex Band. Neither Lucy nor Alex were quite as sharp as Lily or Alice, but they were both smart, none the less. Lucy was a little, "out there". She was a dreamer and often seemed like she were in her own world, a world which for the most part, was foreign to the other girls. Alex much enjoyed her time with the boys. Not that the latter was boy crazy, merely that despite having three female best friends, she was quite the tomboy. Alex loved to pull pranks and play quidditch and so on and so forth. Often, the small brunette would ask Alice or her redheaded counterpart for their assignments so that she could copy the work. I-don't-think-so.

Shoes are a funny thing. A lot of girls wear them as an accesory, Alice knew her black penny loafers weren't particularily stylish, but she was glad she'd worn them for she found they were quite comfortable. Much more comfortable than the stielletos she'd seen girl wear. Alice sauntered into class and smiled when she saw Lucy, settling herself down beside her small brunette friend. "Hey Luce." she greeted her friend cheerfully while setting her books down. She turned to the front of the class where their professor stood looking quite strange honestly. His curly brown hair was topped by the strangest hat she had ever seen and the most peculiar stockings. She cocked her head to the right, examining him with a fine eye. Does he have all his wits about him? she wondered. Surely he must have some knowledge in his subject to find a job at Hogwarts. But then again, they'd come across some strange professors before.

((sorry, not my best ))

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