Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2013 10:19:04 GMT -5
Life at Hogwarts was never boring. There was always something new to be doing or to be done. At the very least, if all else failed, meeting the new Defence Against the Dark Art's Professor was usually a treat. This year, however, it was more, meet your new Potions Professor because Severus Snape had finally obtained the coveted position, or rather the unwanted position of Defence Against the Dark Arts. it was well known Severus Snape had asked and dearly wanted the job, especially after Umbridge advertised it last year in her line of questioning. While it had been rather sad to see most of the teachers judged by a woman who had no idea who to educate others, Professor's Snape's face must have been a picture. His job was safe of course. There was no potions master quite like him. Unsurpassed was probably the correct descriptor for him. Entirely gifted and entirely brilliant it would be interesting to see him turn his hand towards Defence (rumours flew around he was more about the Dark Arts than he was about Defending Against it and while Luna listened to rumours she didn't necessarily jump to conclusions. One must understand thoroughly what one is fighting to be truly effective)/ Whatever the reason for Professor's Snape apparent fascination with Defence she was sure he'd be a good teacher. He was after all an intelligent man but that didn't mean she was going to like his class.
Defence had been poorly taught throughout the years. Professor Lockheart had been most entertaining for the young Ravenclaw (and a more than a little heartbreaking) as she watched and listened to him get nearly everything wrong. She was not a wealth of knowledge, not now and especially not then but a bit of reading and a bit of sense easily proved the man wrong. She was a clever girl with an intelligent brain who could read and come to logical conclusions without any assistance. Like most of the Ravenclaws at the time she had regarded that class as a bit of a joke but unlike the others, who were entire scolding and scorching him or staring at him in wonder, Luna found it most educational. NOt in how to do something of course, but how not to. She learned many things to never try (including never let Cornish Pixies out of their cage - the stories about that incident with the second years had been most prolific). Luna had learned nothing as a result but through her own skills still managed to pass her exam with flying colours. The next couple of years had also proven interesting but her best year had undoubtedly been Professor Lupin's turn to shine. With a caring nature and an aptitude for teaching, Luna had learned more in a month than she had the entirety of the year before. He was by far her favourite Defence teacher but Barty Crouch Junior, despite his flaws, faults and evil nature had certainly managed to do a good job. She was probably the only person not disturbed by that fact.
The fact remained she was unsure if she was going to receive a good defence education. Umbridge certainly hadn't wanted them to learn anything and Snape had never been a fan of anyone not a Slytherin, especially those clearly and obviously siding with Harry Potter, whom (besides Neville) he had picked on more than anyone. (The rumour was, Neville Longbottom blew up his cauldron every other week in Snape's class, but not being in the same year, Luna couldn't be too sure). Luna hoped she would be taught something. She was thinking, though, that perhaps learning how to glue down her things without destroying them might be a useful skill to learn but wasn't sure who to ask. professor Flitwick might know, but bringing it up with her head of house wasn't something she wanted to do. he'd ask questions and want to do something about it and Luna didn't. She was happy with her semi-bullied and lonely existence. It wasn't that she didn't want to have friends but she didn't acknowledge loneliness the same way others did. Luna barely noticed she was lonely until she was around others and it was only then she realised she wanted company. Luna craved not necessarily conversation but a benign presence and the inane question of 'do you want a sugar quill?'. What she got was normally mocked for her sanity, or perceived lack thereof. And because they didn't unerstand they stole her stuff - frequently.
In fact that was what Luna was doing in the bathroom. She was posting up flyers for shoes. Stolen, again, she only had one pair left (she only had two) and was concerned she'd end up with none like last year. Her feet had been rather cold and more than one person stepped on her poor toes. Luna carefully put on the flyers thinking that she'll post near the Room of Requirement, just in case anyone happened by that way. It was a good place for a think.
Defence had been poorly taught throughout the years. Professor Lockheart had been most entertaining for the young Ravenclaw (and a more than a little heartbreaking) as she watched and listened to him get nearly everything wrong. She was not a wealth of knowledge, not now and especially not then but a bit of reading and a bit of sense easily proved the man wrong. She was a clever girl with an intelligent brain who could read and come to logical conclusions without any assistance. Like most of the Ravenclaws at the time she had regarded that class as a bit of a joke but unlike the others, who were entire scolding and scorching him or staring at him in wonder, Luna found it most educational. NOt in how to do something of course, but how not to. She learned many things to never try (including never let Cornish Pixies out of their cage - the stories about that incident with the second years had been most prolific). Luna had learned nothing as a result but through her own skills still managed to pass her exam with flying colours. The next couple of years had also proven interesting but her best year had undoubtedly been Professor Lupin's turn to shine. With a caring nature and an aptitude for teaching, Luna had learned more in a month than she had the entirety of the year before. He was by far her favourite Defence teacher but Barty Crouch Junior, despite his flaws, faults and evil nature had certainly managed to do a good job. She was probably the only person not disturbed by that fact.
The fact remained she was unsure if she was going to receive a good defence education. Umbridge certainly hadn't wanted them to learn anything and Snape had never been a fan of anyone not a Slytherin, especially those clearly and obviously siding with Harry Potter, whom (besides Neville) he had picked on more than anyone. (The rumour was, Neville Longbottom blew up his cauldron every other week in Snape's class, but not being in the same year, Luna couldn't be too sure). Luna hoped she would be taught something. She was thinking, though, that perhaps learning how to glue down her things without destroying them might be a useful skill to learn but wasn't sure who to ask. professor Flitwick might know, but bringing it up with her head of house wasn't something she wanted to do. he'd ask questions and want to do something about it and Luna didn't. She was happy with her semi-bullied and lonely existence. It wasn't that she didn't want to have friends but she didn't acknowledge loneliness the same way others did. Luna barely noticed she was lonely until she was around others and it was only then she realised she wanted company. Luna craved not necessarily conversation but a benign presence and the inane question of 'do you want a sugar quill?'. What she got was normally mocked for her sanity, or perceived lack thereof. And because they didn't unerstand they stole her stuff - frequently.
In fact that was what Luna was doing in the bathroom. She was posting up flyers for shoes. Stolen, again, she only had one pair left (she only had two) and was concerned she'd end up with none like last year. Her feet had been rather cold and more than one person stepped on her poor toes. Luna carefully put on the flyers thinking that she'll post near the Room of Requirement, just in case anyone happened by that way. It was a good place for a think.