First Defense Against the Dark Arts Lesson
anfisa rosir stepped into the classroom quietly, her robes falling neatly around her. she looked around, taking in the cupboards along the walls filled with strange jars and ingredients, and the desks arranged in neat rows. the room smelled faintly of old books and chalk, and it made her feel a little nervous, but also curious. she took a seat near the middle, keeping her back straight and hands folded on the desk, trying to calm herself.
the lesson started with a brief explanation of the rules and what the first years were expected to do. anfisa listened closely, nodding slightly as she tried to remember everything. she noticed a few other students fidgeting nervously, their eyes on the wand exercises they would soon try. anfisa didn’t speak, didn’t need to, she just focused on understanding.
when it was time for practice, the first years were asked to try a simple defensive exercise. anfisa stood and walked forward, keeping her wand steady in her hand. she concentrated on every movement, trying to remember the instructions exactly. her spell didn’t go perfectly at first — the small target wobbled a little before moving — but she managed to get it to shift slightly. she felt a small spark of pride, but kept her expression neutral, thinking carefully about how she could do better next time.
she returned to her seat and watched as the other students tried. some were struggling and muttering under their breath, others were getting the basics right more quickly. anfisa didn’t compare herself too much; she focused on what she had just done and how she could improve. she made mental notes about her posture, her wand movement, and the timing of the spell.
the rest of the class moved slowly, practicing the small exercises and taking notes. anfisa copied down every detail she could, writing neatly in her notebook, even adding a few small sketches to remind herself of the correct wand movement. she liked being organized and precise, it made her feel more in control.
toward the end of the lesson, she felt a bit tired but also satisfied. she had tried her best, followed the instructions carefully, and managed to get the basics of the spell right. as she gathered her things to leave, she thought about practicing on her own later, making sure she could improve and do even better next time. the class had been challenging, but it had also been exciting, and she felt ready for the next lesson, curious about what other things she could learn in this new world of magic
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