The Deadly Truth(Years 4-7)

[Jackson Michaels]

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[Ciro Antonio Carrado]

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Ciro frowned as Jackson handed over his wand. This was both impracticle and not the reaction that Ciro desired from Jackson. Grasping the wand firmly in his hand he stared at it briefly. What was he to say to Jackson and the rest of the class about this? Suddenly the thought came to mind. ” Here I have Mr. Michael’s wand in my hand…. If I were to cast a jinx or curse against him he wouldn’t have much of a chance in defending himself; no?”

Looking around the class he could see the expressions on the faces of his students witch made him smile slightly. ”The answer to this is yes, he could very well fight back even without his wand; and no I am not speaking about muggle fighting. I’m talking about ligitametly defending himself magically. You see though wands are great, they are only an instrument in harnessing the magical ability that lies within yourselves.”

Pausing for a moment he examined the wand that Jackson had just handed him. ” It is an unfortunate teaching that you must feel hopeless and lost without your wands. So, in this class we will be practicing several wandless magic spells, jinxes, and more. But for now I have a great surprise for you all.” A bright crooked smile crossed Ciro’s face as he spoke excitedly. ” Even with wands you cannot defend yourself against all magic with wands. A perfect example of this is Legilimency. Though it can be performed and repelled with a wand most cases of this magic is done without the use of a wand. Now it is not the desire of the Ministry for me to teach you Legilimency, but I have been approved to teach you how to defend yourself against it. This art is known as Occlumency and it is very powerful and very affective when defending yourselves against the dark arts.”

Ciro paused again while looking out at his class. He hoped this would grasp his students’ attention and cause them to show some interest in the class; especially since this subject had not been taught at Hogwarts for centuries. As he began to speak yet again he quickly paused and realized that he was still holding Jackson’s wand. ” Quick tip class…. Never surrender your wand to anyone, especially me or any other teacher.” Slowly he placed the wand back on Jackson’s desk and stared at him coolly. ” Now I want to make two things clear before we begin our lessons in Occlumency. First, Legilimency is a highly monitored and regulated magical art. So there will be no one performing the incantation minus myself. If you are caught doing this the punishment will be severe. Secondly, if you do not wish for me to see your darkest and most personal thoughts I highly suggest you follow my instructions to the best of your ability at all times.”

Once again Ciro was examining his class; eyes full of excitement. This was a lesson he was sure would grasp the attention of his students. ” We will begin without me giving you any instruction on the subject just to see how each of you will respond and react. Good luck students….. now who will be my first test subject?” Ciro examined the class intently but received no volunteers. Though he desired to choose either Mr. Michaels or Mr. Rivers he elected no to and chose someone different instead. ” How about you Miss Lane? You look exceptionally talented.”

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[Arianne Caroline Lane]

She looked up the first time to smile at Liberty beside her, and then she looked up from her book as some gryffindor disturbed the class by calling out loudly to Kadie, and then resolved that she was not going to look up till class started because the others were just being crazy. She looked up from her book once again as the class started. She'd recognized who the wizard was, not that it helped her, because they had started talking about something completely different entirely. She quickly started taking neat, rapid notes on a piece of parchment - or rather, she was paraphrasing everything that the teacher was saying, at the same time trying to understand what she was listening to. It was fascinating. He was actually trying to say that most of what they did was governed by dark wizards.

There was a collective tension in the room when the Professor called on Jackson Micheals - and called him a 'star pupil' at that. Arianne looked up too, though she was still trying to furiously take notes - though not about Jackson. Even she'd heard of Jackson, he was the resident bad-boy of Hogwarts, and she'd always avoided him, unless she considered it her moral duty to tell him something, which so far she had avoided by simply never having to get close to him. Arianne was good at that kind of thing, avoiding conflicts. She liked to run and hide rather than fight. Perhaps that was why DADA was good for her. She wondered what she would do if circumstances forced her in direct opposition to him - if she had to fight. She decided not to think about things that werent very likely to happen. The Professor seemed to be very determined though, and she watched with a bit of awe as Jackson handed over his wand, and wondered what would happen next.

The next few minutes were even more fascinating. She'd read very little about both occulmency and legimency - and she thought it sounded fun - to be able to see everyone's thoughts! No more second-guessing about what to do or what another person expected! She wrote down a few more furious notes, trying to make sure she covered everything, and resolving to read up more on this. She had just been finishing up the notes on "do not ever give away your wand" - which seemed like common sense, though she was pretty sure she'd have done the same as Jackson - when she heard her name. She got up, a little confused. "Yes, professor?" It took her quite a few moments to realize exactly what was going on. He wanted to read her mind, and not give her any instructions? Oh great. Arianne didnt exactly mind him reading her mind - he was a teacher, he would probably keep her secrets, and she had nothing very great to hide anyway. But she couldnt bear the thought of being totally unprepared. What was she supposed to do?

She could try, that was what she could do.

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[Riley Saige]

When Professor Ciro addressed her, Riley bit her lip, now she felt really bad about being late. Mentally scolding herself, she apologized quietly, and then continued to listen intently as he went on. She frowned briefly as Jackson was called a star pupil. Riley probably wasn't as smart as some of the people in here, but he was the star pupil? Even over the Ravenclaws? Wasn't a pleasant thought for her.

She started to pay attention when Professor Ciro continued, and watched him with a kind of fascination on her face. However, when she realized he would see he inner thoughts, the fascination mixed with horror. It's really isn't that bad, her past, she convinced herself, but she wasn't fond of someone knowing. At least he was a professor. He wouldn't tell anyone, or anything.

Truthfully, she didn't like the idea of someone knowing about her family. About how insecure she felt because of them. About how she's made fun of or ignored at her foster home, how the divorce was nasty, how her mother had died of cancer, and then how her own father hadn't loved her enough to keep her. Then her sister was taken away from her as well, adopted while Riley wasn't. Now she hated Riley as well.

Yeah, she didn't want anyone to know any of that. Not at all. She felt as if if someone knew that, they would think Riley must be an awful person since everyone close to her left, and then they would hate her as well, and abandon her in every way possible. So, when normally her hand would shoot up, she kept her eyes down, but listened carefully. If she could get this spell right off, maybe no one would find out. Although she had to admit, getting a spell first try was iffy, especially when Riley wasn't in charms, her best class.

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TAGS! {DADA}
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INSPIRATION! The Killers
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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[Jackson Michaels]

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[Astrid Elkjær]

Astrid didn't realize she was late until Mr. whatshisface said her last name, pronounced the typically wrong way. He of course said the a and e separately. Perhaps he couldn't read correctly or maybe he just didn't know how to pronounce things but she felt that it was an attack and when he turned away before she could make a comment, she decided he was self-absorbed and held a high opinion of himself. He liked to feel powerful so he bullied around children. He was a typical ass of a teacher, and she already hated his guts. She leaned back in her chair and decided she would have to ask someone when class officially started since she only knew the estimated time.

When he did move on and began his lecture, Astrid felt like shooting herself in the head. The lecture was full of fancy words so that he would seem intelligent, but that wasn't his job. And yes as he continued she wasn't sure what he was rambling about but he seemed pretty impressed with himself. Her interest was only caught when he successfully made a fool of Jackson, although she refused to like the teacher or laugh at the Slytherin's distress because of it. It was a low teaching method and proved her point that he was not going to be good at his job.

The piece with Jackson, she thought, would be the substance of the lesson. A simple piece of information any wizard in this class should know. But it was something. As he mentioned Occlumency, Astrid began to think this class wasn't going to be what she expected. Although the talent would be useful, she had more of a fight defense system in mind, as the class' title suggested.

She watched patiently as Arianne went up to be a demonstration and wondered if this was some sort of thing she would have to, god forbid, practice.

[Liberty Edenway]

Liberty was sitting upright in her seat, with rapt attention at what was going on in the class. Many thoughts occurred to her about this professor. One, he was slightly off his rocker. She had been right about that. Two, he happened to all make sense. This topic intrigued her greatly. She knew this was definitely not going to be a boring class. She could not help but wonder when they would ever need to defend themselves against the dark arts though. It was not as if there were any dark wizards out there, none that were causing any major harm anyway. Still, it was good to know how to defend yourself, and she could barely wait to learn. Her only other useful skill was potion making, she was terrible at subjects like charms and transfiguration, at least in her eyes she was because even if she tried her hardest she would be unable to top those classes. This professor was interesting, that was for sure.

When she heard him mention Legilimency, she was shocked. This was advanced magic they were delving into. Beyond fifth to seventh year stuff here. She was not even sure if aurors learned it- and even if they did, she doubted all of them could be that great at it. When he said that he had been approved to teach them Occlumency, she felt fear start to boil within her. There was no way she was letting anyone dig into her mind and memories. Anyone. No way. Liberty was a very private person, and she did not like this at all. She did not care if she failed she class for it.. no way. Mind you, Liberty was all round a good student, who never failed her classes, disappointed her teachers or got into trouble. Or at least almost never. She was the typical quiet student that professors never really had to worry about or be too concerned with. She stayed silent, and listened as he continued speaking.

So he would be the only one actually attempting to invade their minds. That was how it appeared to her- she did not care that she was learning to defend herself against it. She made up her mind firmly that there was no way he was getting inside her mind... she would most definitely follow his instructions, and she would do it perfectly. She did feel a bit of anger in her though. Who did he think he was, doing this? She should not have to defend her deepest darkest secrets. Liberty had never, never felt anger towards a Professor, but this one certainly stirred up the emotion. Her eyes were not full of excitement- they had been before, but from the time he had brought up the Legilimency/Occlumency talk, it had been replaced with something else, something that was a mixture of fear and disbelief. She took a few deep breaths, calming herself and refocused on the class.

As he looked towards her direction for a volunteer, she felt a bit of relief when he spoke the name of the girl next to her- Arianne. She gave her friend an encouraging smile as she got up to be demonstrated on, though Liberty doubted she would notice it. She knew Arianne had the ability and intelligence to get the spell right, and she hoped that Arianne knew that too.

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[Brandon Thorne]

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[Ciro Antonio Carrado]

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Examining both Ms. Lane and her fellow classmates Ciro could tell that he had struck some wrong cords with the students already, but he did not care. He was here to instruct and not befriend. He hoped weather they liked him or not that they would be able to take what he was teaching and apply it outside of these walls should the need ever arise and he also hoped that their dislike or hatred would even fuel their ability to resist his magic and succeed inside of his classroom.

Focusing his full attention on the female student in front of him now he smiled slightly." If any of you are perhaps a little worried of the images that I may capture I want to assure you that I will not utilize these images for personal gain, nor will I share your thoughts with anyone; even the Headmaster." As he spoke his focus remained on Ms. Lane as he was preparing himself to enter her deepest thoughts and nightmares.

Slowly Ciro gestured to her to retake her seat."You may want to retake your seat for this Ms. Lane, we don't want any accidents on our first day now do we?" Again he smiled as he watch her rather apprehensive movements as she took her seat. Again he spoke, this time with more meaning, and rather darkly," You must resist Ms. Lane, under no circumstance should you allow me in! Think of it as life or death.... understand?"

Before she could even respond to him his wand was raised and the words escaped from his mouth harshly and cooly," Legilimems!" Suddenly a quick burst of golden light escaped from his wand and entered the student's head abruptly. And just like that he was in, but how far could he go?

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[Arianne Caroline Lane]

She managed a slight smile when the Professor assured her that he would not be using the information he gleaned from her mind for any purpose - including not telling the Headmaster. She almost laughed, because she certainly didnt have any secrets like that, though she supposed it was a bit of a relief because she didnt want to accidentally let out information that could get one of her friends in trouble. But quite honestly, Arianne was not as afraid of revealing her innermost secrets (what innermost secrets? they were generally written on her face) as she was of failing the class. She bit her lip as the Professor asked her to take a seat, and quite missed the encouraging smiles around her, because she was completely focused on her teacher.

Alright, she told herself. You can do this. Just be calm, and connected, and focus. The Professor's dark words did not help - and for a moment, when he first did the spell, she forgot everything, and then she remembered - a lot of random things - snippets of conversations that she thought that she had forgotten, and others that she thought she would never ever forget. Most of them were in her mother's voice, a few in the voices of her friends and her father. Most memories werent that good (why did she always remember the worst things?)

"Cant have another kid."

"I'll do my best to make you proud, mom."

"Over-achiever. You're an overachiever. That's why they hate you. They're just jealous."

"You have to take a break sometimes, Arianne."

Then there were more images. Images that swirled around, too fast to control, brief slashes.

A young, serious girl, wearing her school robes, looking at the school with a similar expression to the one on Arianne's own face. Liberty, she thought.

She was sitting on the very high chair, the hat on her head, and it barely touched her before it said Ravenclaw. She was afraid to get up. Did its replying so early mean it might have made a wrong decision?

And then he was going in deeper.

There was the day her grandmother had died. She'd just died, and all of Arianne's learning (as little as it had been in the third year) hadnt been able to help. (The pendant around her neck, her only piece of jewelery since a while, came up often as disjointed images). She had failed. Nothing had been able to help. Nothing...

Not that, she thought, desperately. Not that. Not that. She no longer cared about keeping him out, but she certainly did not want to bring that memory back in. Soon enough, the probing stopped - though she was not quite sure if she'd had anything to do with it or if the Professor had simply been merciful and decided that this was going to end. She realized that she was breathing heavily and that her palms were all sweaty and her hands clenched up. She fought to control herself, and it took her a few moments to transform back into cool, calm Arianne. She started fiddling with her hair pins - an almost definite sign that she was getting nervous.

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credit: LAVIEBOHEME @ caution 2.o
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