Sit down and shut up (lesson one 5th years)

Haevian Gilligan groaned as he entered a classroom of chattering, gossiping fithth years. Dear God they were loud. Each and every loud squeal and shout scraped at his brain like nails on a chalk board. Perhaps he shouldn't have had all that firewiskey last night....

'Bullshit, it was worth it,' he thought to himself. Firewhiskey was always worth it.

Haevian flicked his wrist at the windows and the shades immediately snapped shut, darkening the room and easing his hangover a little. "Everyone sit down and shut up." He said, making his way to the front of the classroom before he leaned up against the front of the desk, waiting for the class to settle.

"Come on come on come on, sit down." He sighed, rubbing his face before he groaned. "Fuckin' Firewhiskey..."

The short, fifth year girl had been sitting in the classroom for about fifteen minutes earlier than the rest of the students. Once everyone shuffled in, it was like the fifth years had gotten even louder from when they were in their fourth years. This was getting ridiculous.

Ayame flipped through the text book that was required of this class. As she flipped, she noticed that the spells were certainly darker than they were last year. If there was one thing the Japanese girl didn't like about Durmstrang it was the fact that there was no Defence Against the Dark Arts class. It's one thing to learn them, but shouldn't they learn to defend themselves too? They did, of course, but it wasn't as extensive.

"Come on, come on, come on, sit down."

Once that reached her ears, she shut her book and waited to hear further instructions.