The Deadly Truth(Years 4-7)

[Ciro Antonio Carrado]

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He had been waiting for this day for several days now, and it was finally here. Slowly Ciro entered the classroom and examined it anxiously. Taking a deep breath in he walked around the room silently touching each desk briefly in his path. Thirteen long years it had been since Ciro had stepped foot inside of a classroom on the Hogwarts grounds, and even longer had it been since he actually sat in one of the desks in front of him.

The memories caused him to smile a little but it quickly faded as he looked down at his watch. Despite the positive feeling and memories it was now time to get to work and prepare his classroom for the lessons to come. Quickly he pulled out his wand and waved it silently causing the desks to rearrange themselves in a circular manner. With another quick flick of his wand two large pictures appeared and placed themselves strategically in the room. One in the front of the classroom by his desk and the other next to the exit so as students could see them both as they entered and left the class.

These portraits were both extremely rare and highly unusual. The one that stood in front of the class was of an ancient wizard known as Herpo the Foul; the first known dark wizard who was responsible for creating the first Horcrux and causing known terror during his time. The other was of a wizard by the name of Merwyn the Malicious; another dark wizard during the midevil times known for the development of several jinxes and curses used in the dark arts. Stepping into the middle of the room Ciro admired the two portraits for a moment and then waved his wand once again to darken up the room a bit.

Crossing his arms and looking around the room now Ciro smiled briefly. He was pleased with his work and was ready and rather excited to begin his first class with this particular age group. Slowly he moved to the front of the room where his desk was and turned to face the desks once again. The clock tower struck loudly which made Ciro jump slightly. It was about fifteen minutes before his class was to begin. Slowly he sat and waited for his students to arrive, his thoughts racing. How he had dreamed of this moment for quite some time.

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[Arianne Caroline Lane]

When she had first been told that DADA was reforming, she had been shocked, to say the least. It had been quite a bit of time since they'd found a teacher for it and Arianne did not remember much of it, though dueling club, which she had joined to compensate, did help a bit, Arianne was interested in the theory, in what kind of spells were possible. Though she did not expect to ever have to face anything of the like, she still found it exciting to imagine - much in the same way she found History exciting. For a girl with little or no imagination of her own, she liked stimulation of this sort, it made her feel alive and in danger without actually having to do much, which worked very well for her, because she was also not the best magician of the lot.

Yes, that had been her second response when she'd found out DADA was to be reinstated - she would have to work hard just to make sure that she could stay in. Arianne had a much better and more realistic view about her weaknesses than her strengths - in general, she tended to underestimate herself. Still, she had found the place on her planner - DADA had been given the color red - and had made her way there early the next morning for her first ever class. She heard a bell chime and hurried in, she was about ten minutes early and she appeared to be the first one in - other than the teacher, of course. She smiled at him, a little hesitant with dealing with new people as she always was - and started with a, "Good morning, Professor."

There was a moment of silence when she noticed the desks and the pictures - Arianne was a little slow about things like that. She spent a moment or two deciding which would be the best place to sit, and decided on the center. The circular benches interfered with the way she normally liked to keep things, but she compensated by placing her books, wand and ink and quill on the three corners of her desk and placing her bag just within her reach behind her chair, so that she could reach the parchment roll and any supplementary materials she might need - Arianne had gone to the library to get some extra books for the same. That was when she looked at the paintings, which she recognized only vaguely.

She stared at them, in fascination. She recognized the first one without any hesitation, she'd read about him two years ago with a queer fascination - he'd discovered more than just horucruxes, and though Arianne did not know about those she did know about some of his other, also unsavory, inventions. "Herpo," she murmured, quietly, without realizing that she was doing it. Arianne's recognition was transparent on her face, though her word was unclear. The other looked familiar to her, almost like she'd read about him very recently, and she pulled out a book titled, "Notable Dark Wizards" by Elida Frekenshire from her bag behind her, and started flipping through it, trying to see if she was right about her guess about who he was. The light was a little dim, straining her eyes.

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[Ciro Antonio Carrado]

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After what seemed to be a lifetime a student walked through the large doors to Ciro's class. Looking up from the paperwork on his desk he was pleased to see that a Ravenclaw had been the first to actually show up, but still he showed no emotion; not even a little smile nor did he return her friendly greeting. Instead he nodded slightly at the student's greeting and motioned towards the circular desk area in front in him as if telling the student to take her seat.

Looking back down at the paper work in front of him he only glanced up after the students had taken her seat and began to settle into her new class. A slight smile escaped his frown lined face. This girl seemed so organized, detailed, and better yet.... punctual. All of these things Ciro admired deeply and was happy to see that the students; or at least one of them had responded positively to his response to their sign ups.

Folding his arms and leaning on them slightly Ciro examined the girl and her rather unusual pre class ritual. It seemed that she was maybe a bit nervous but he was still rather pleased with her none the less. He didn't smile as he spoke, nor did he show much emotion in his voice. " Ten points for Ravenclaw."

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[Kadie Taylor]

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[Arianne Caroline Lane]

She was looking through her book. It was a well-kept book, it had obviously been used quite a lot because the topic was quite interesting, but the students had not used it too badly - or at least the librarian had been careful about its maintenance, because the book was neat, hardly fraying around the edges, and had practically no dog ears. She had spotted a few ink spots on page 243 last night, but she'd neatly removed them with a spell, and though she hadn't succeeded fully they were at least not quite as apparent anymore. She leafed through it gently, taking care not to damage anything - the book was somewhat old and delicate, and besides Arianne was always somewhat gentle with anything and everything she handled.

" Ten points for Ravenclaw."

She looked up in shock, which was visible on her face, though her teacher continued to show no reaction at all. This did not really surprise her, though it made it hard for her to guess what he expected, which she didnt like at all. But he had barely, after all, even acknowledged her greeting to him, so she didnt think much of his even tone. "Oh," she said, after a moment, as it sunk in, and she blushed. "I'm sorry I didnt mean to blurt it out like that. I didnt think you'd heard it." She sounded a little nervous, which she was - it was just not done to say answers in class without being called upon, she feared she was going to look like a show-off, and besides it was not like her to be so confident and say the answer just like that anyway. After a moment, though it sunk in, and she blushed inconceivably more. "Thank you," she said with a small smile, and then buried her head in the book she was reading.

She was still reading when Kadie entered a few moments later. Arianne had seen her early for almost every class. Well, in the very beginning Kadie used to arrive insanely early, as did Arianne - that had been the beginning of their friendship anyway - though nowadays both came at reasonable, if still a little early times. She looked up and smiled when Kadie entered, and hoped that more people would come in soon, she wanted the class to start. From whatever she knew of Herpo, it was sure to be an interesting one. Now who was the other one? He was on the edge of her memory but not quite there. She continued to read her book, a little annoyed with herself for not knowing, which showed in the slight crease of her forehead.

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[Brandon Thorne]

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[Liberty Edenway]

Liberty had made a point to wake up on time this morning. She had packed her bag from the night before, with not only the book she was required to bring but other books that she personally deemed 'essential' for knowledge on Defense against the Dark Arts. You never know when you'd need one of them. She had also included some rolls of parchment, and a new quill and ink bottle. The night before she had been unable to sleep, and so had ended up sitting up in her bed, pulling out a book on Defense Against the Dark Arts and 'lumos'-ing her wand to read from the wand light while the other girls around her had already been fast asleep (as far as she knew). Glancing at her watch she saw that it was ten minutes before class started, and taking a deep breath she entered the room.

The first thing that caught her eye was the portrait up front, of Herpo the foul. The portrait made her wonder for a brief second if her new Professor was a bit off his rocker, why would he put a portrait of such a dark wizard in here? Still, she would wait to see the purpose of it before she judged him. Maybe it was to.. motivate them? But Herpo, really? She had read so much about him, and his life was no peaches and cream mind you. He had been the first wizard not only to create a Horcrux, but also to hatch a basilisk. What made him decide to hatch a chicken egg under a toad, she had no idea, but he had done it. Not to mention he was also one of the earliest known parselmouths. She sometimes wondered how he could have been human, the things he had done.

The shock on her face was rather evident, though she showed no other sign of having recognised the renowned dark arts practitioner. Liberty looked up, finally remembering that she had just entered the classroom and it would be rude if she did not say something. "Good morning, Professor," she said politely. Looking at the other students who had arrived, she spotted Arianne, Katie and Brandon. Well, that was not a hard decision. She went over and sat on Arianne's other side, smiling at the two of them as a greeting as she took her bag off her shoulder, placing it on the desk in front of her.

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[James Rivers]

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[/b][/color]He called as he walked Professor Carrado's desk. He sported his class mates, only four, a bit disappointing, James liked to make an entrance. He recognised Brandon, Arianne and Liberty - all the Ravenclaws here first of course. Brandon and Liberty he gave a nods and smile, didn't bother with Arianne who's head was buried in a book and saved his biggest smile for last. James grinned at Kadie as he headed for the vacant seat next to hers. He fell into the empty chair and dumped his bag on the desk with a heavy thump.

He took a glance around the room. Apart from the obvious oddness of the seating arrangement, two large picture were present in the room. James didn't recognise either (suffice to say theory was not one of his strong points) but both looked pretty dull. Medieval wizards or somewhere around that time. Hopes of this being a practical lessons were quickly dwindling. He sighed heavily. Oh well, he'd just have to embarrass Kadie in the noiseless classroom instead.

"Morning!"[/color] He said cheerily (and loudly) to her, enjoying breaking the silence and forcing her to either join the noise revolution with a reply or snub him. If she chose the first he would rejoice in the breaking of social etiquette if she chose the second option he would act like a kicked puppy all lesson. Literally. With the big eyes and the soft whimpers and everything! Either that or the lesson would start, saving her from a reply.
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[Ciro Antonio Carrado]

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As the students began to trickle in one by one the excitement began to stir deep inside of Ciro's belly. And although he showed minimal expression or emotion towards most of the student's friendly gestures he was in fact truly happy to see them all there. Leaning back in his chair and examining the class no smile showed on his face; particularly after the rather dramatic entrance of one particular student.

A slight growl escaped from Ciro and he quickly stood and moved over to where the rather dramatic student had just taken his seat. Reaching into his unusually long and dark robes Ciro pulled out a piece of parchment, unfolded it, and examined it curiously. He was determined to figure out who this rather boisterous student was.

After examining the parchment briefly Ciro smiled a slight crooked smile and placed the parchment back into his robe pocket." You must be Mr. Rivers..... " He paused for a moment only to allow the drama effect to kick in a little. " You're quite the boisterous one aren't you Mr. Rivers? Well fortunately for you sir, that can be a huge advantage inside of my classroom.... or your biggest downfall. I'll let you be the judge of that good sir but you should know one thing before you begin this class. There's room for only one dramatic person here and that, kind sir.... is me."

Ciro smiled a crooked smile and examined Mr. Rivers with his dark piercing eyes. Though he didn't know the student personally or he hadn't heard anything negative about this student Ciro didn't care for his first appearance inside of his classroom. First impressions were everything to Ciro and his was rather not good to say the least.

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[Jackson Michaels]

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[Kadie Taylor]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] As Kadie's best friend entered the classroom, she couldn't help but grin at his rather loud manner. She couldn't help but sneak a look at the professor to see what his reaction would be. James sat in the seat next to her and at his words she couldn't help but give him a grin. She was about to respond when the professor came over to them. She shut her mouth tightly and the grin faded from her face as she shot her best friend an anxious look. She listened to the professor's words, while looking away. She felt for her best friend, but there was nothing she could do about it. She was not going to say anything not wanting to get into any trouble herself. So she said nothing. She could already tell that this professor was not a guy to be crossed. Kadie never liked to bring any attention to herself, so she wouldn't say anything. James was the type to bring attention to himself in class though, and she got that. She'd gotten used to it over the years. But she definitely would not be labeling herself as anything before the class even started. She'd let the professor judge her after she'd been there awhile. Actually, she rather preferred it when the professors ignored her. She got good grades and that was good enough. She sat in class quietly. She rarely answered the questions unless the professors directly asked her. But still. Teachers normally knew that she was best friends with James because well, they sat by each other in class. She was perfectly fine with James taking all the attention for himself. It had worked well throughout the years. And she definitely was not going to be changing that by mouthing off and responding to his cheerful greeting. At least not while the professor was standing two feet away! She might reply very softly to his greeting. But she wasn't even sure she dared to do that. It wasn't often Kadie Taylor was intimidated, but she already knew that this was a dude she'd rather not cross or piss off.

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[Riley Saige]

Riley was going to be late. Seems that was happening to her a ton this year. She used to always be early, as she liked, but for some reason or another, she ended up running towards her class, and slipping in just in time. Every class so far. That's what she did this time, too, slipping in just in time, pushing back her hair a bit nervously as she glanced around the almost filled room.

Trying not to feel like she was being stared at. Riley took her seat, giving a smile to her professor, and Arianne and Liberty, whom she both considered friends of hers, more then most people anyways, since Riley considered almost everyone a friend. These two were both nicer to her then most, it seemed. She ignored pretty much everyone else, just because she felt weird, getting there just in time. It was so unlike her. Normally she was first, sometimes along with a few Ravenclaws, who were infamous for being early. She always wondered why she was a Gryffindor. She was brave, but not greatly so. She couldn't be in Ravenclaw, for the same reason, except with intelligence. She certainly wasn't Slytherin material, so she thought she should be Hufflepuff. She was just average. Extraordinarily average. Although, truthfully, Riley is anything but.

She had just noticed that the desks were arranged differently in order, now in a large circle, which meant she'd have to face everyone, which she liked. Smiling to herself as she set what was needed on her desk, arranged it a nice fashion, she looked around at everyone. This was the way she liked it. Being able to see everything and everyone, never having to wonder if she was being left out of something, for some reason, although this was more of a subconscious thought then anything.

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[Astrid Elkjær]

Astrid walked up the stairs, always going up it seemed. The dungeons were at the bottom of her life, and as her calves displayed she was always reaching upward. She didn't have far to reach this morning as her class was on the first floor but the symbolism was stuck in her head. She quickly drove it somewhere else and preoccupied herself by fixing the uniform that she had thrown on, in the trance of not remembering last night, this morning. Technically she was not out of uniform, but her robe was falling down her shoulder, her tie was half tied, and one of her socks was down while the other reached her knee. Yes, it was one of those mornings for Miss Elkjær. And she didn't want to look too much of a mess when she entered the classroom so she stopped outside of it and finished fixing herself.

When she entered she didn't look at anyone in particular but took a seat in the middle of the room, next to no one in particular. She had a look of disinterest on her face although secretly Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of her favorite classes because it was one of the only ones she would use in the real world. No one would know this though, to the outside world her favorite class was summer vacation. Which was not that fun when she thought about it.

Slowly, she unpacked her book bag with the required materials and only those. The bare minimum shone like an accomplishment in her eyes although she wasn't sure how the new teacher would take it. She was sure he was going to ruin this for her by being like all the rest. Discriminated toward her because she had no work ethic and an attitude. Wishing to discuss her plans for the future at every hour of the day. And ruining any chance of having a fun class at Hogwarts.

She looked up and glanced around her classroom and the people she would have to tolerant for a few months. She didn't care for them because chances were she wouldn't have to deal with them. Instead she examined her new teacher with a longing desire for him to be a cool guy. But looking him over, she knew he was going to let her down. So instead of looking at the disappointment she looked down at her books.

[Ciro Antonio Carrado]

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Ciro continued to stare harshly at Mr. Rivers waiting for a response but the two girls that had just entered his classroom quickly caught his attention causing him to slowly redirect his focus. " Miss Elkjaer, Miss Saige.... running a bit late are we now?" He paused for a moment after he spoke dilleberating weather or not to take house points.

" Under normal circumstances I would in fact deduct house points, however today being your first day in my class I'd rather not begin on a negative note." Ciro didn't smile but instead he gave a little nod at the two in hopes of symbolizing his peace offering. Suddenly he waved his hand causing the doors to snap shut and magically lock. " Enough with the chatter my young students, it's time to learn!"

Rapidly Ciro moved to the front of the room and turned to face his students. His voice was now suddenly excited and showed some passion for the subject that he was about to teach. " We are taught starting at a young age that love and good not only persist, but stands triumphantly above anything dark to include the arts in which we practice everyday. But is this true, or a diluted fairy tail? That I shall let you be the judge of.... but keep this in mind. We are governed, our minds are molded, our tastes formed, our ideas suggested, largely by men and women whom we have never heard of. And most of these people are practicers of the dark arts."

Taking a moment to allow his words to sink into the minds of his students Ciro silently examined the portraits that stood proudly in his classroom. After what seemed a long moment he began once again." With that being said, two questions come to mind. The first being how do we defend ourselves from these dark witches and wizards, and then the second question being who are these dark practitioners? Both are excellent questions, and both have rather exciting answers. And it is here inside of my classroom that you will obtain this knowledge and even more.... starting with how we defend ourselves on having our mind molded."

Once again Ciro paused to examine the faces of all his students. He wanted his words to sink in through their thick skulls and begin to apply all he was about to teach. Suddenly as he examined the room a smile came to his face. " Ahh, Mr. Michaels, my star pupil. It's so nice of you to bless us all with your appearance today." Quickly Ciro moved to where Jackson Michaels sat and held out his hand. " Mr. Michaels, give me your wand if you please." His eyes narrowed but the smile still showed on Ciro's face. It was time for him to begin the hands on portion of his lesson.

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[James Rivers]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;]   I'm gonna give it everthing I've got Lady luck, please let the dice stay hot. Let me shoot a seven with every shot - - - - - - - - - ► DADA James moved away from Kadie as his teacher came towards him. He took up instead a relaxed/disinterested air, leaning back on his chair, one arm hanging over the back. This served two purposes, firstly it showed the teacher that pretty speeches didn't impress him particularly. Or at least that's what James imagined it showed. Second, and most importantly, it distanced himself from Kadie. He didn't want to get her in trouble and would never do so on purpose. When the professor called his name, James shrugged as if to say 'Yeah, might be. Who's askin'?'. James would loved to have been able to keep a stone-faced appearance through the whole thing but couldn't manage it. His teacher's mini-lecture drew his eye brows up in disbelief. Nobody actually talked like that, like, in the real world, did they? James got over his disbelief quickly to realign his face to a one eyebrow raised look of not really being bothered by the whole thing. It wasn't really working. James knew nothing about this teacher but so far wasn't very impressed. It seemed like a lot of show to him. In James' experience, an excess of drama usually meant a very small amount of talent was being hidden behind it. But then books and covers and all that. Just then two more students arrived, distracting the Professor from his little show. As soon as his teacher's back was turned James rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out. Yes, yes, very immature, but what can you do? Some dark arts could not be defended against, and childishness was often one of them. James rolled his eyes at Professor Carrado's waffling. Theatrics and drama. He decided maybe now was the time to catch up on some sleep so leant forward, head in hands and closed his eyes, letting the lecture drift past him. Probably the best way to hear it anyway. James was just drifting off when he heard the words 'Michaels' and 'star pupil' uttered in the same sentence without a hint of sarcasm. WHAT?! James' head shot up and his eyes narrowed at Jackson and the teacher taking his wand. Well, that sorted it then. This teacher was clearly deluded and probably with a heart of thorns. Metal thorns. Metal thorns with poison on the pricks. There was no other way another human being could actually like Jackson. It wasn't physically possible. The Gryffindor sighed inwardly, this lesson was turning out to be the waste of time he had expected. Viva Las Vegas TAGS: DADA class , WORDS: 4.1.9 , LYRICS: "Viva Las Vegas" by Elvis template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0

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