This War is Ours (DADA) [OPEN!]

[Edward Hohenheim Elric]

Edward’s face formed into a frown. He held onto his book bag with his right fingers over the strap as he walked through the corridors to Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Today they were to report to the Great Hall for duelling practice instead of the classroom. It sounded fun and got many kids all revved up for their first day of Defense, but Ed was not enthusiastic about it at all.
What if he was put up against another student and they threw a spell at him that defected the skin that covered his metal arm?
He sighed.
Ed finally entered the Great Hall through its large oak wood doors. In the center of the room was a blue platform with stars and moons on it, which came up to Ed’s eyes when he stood beside it. He growled and stood on the tips of his toes only for his mouth to meet the dusty old carpet. The Hufflepuff snorted as dust entered his nostrils, his nose wrinkling in disgust. Just how often was this thing used? It was gross!
His golden eyes adverted to the students already in the room. He knew none of them, so he decided to lean against the wall that was far behind him, where the Slytherin table would be located.
Edward pressed his back against the cool wall, his arms crossed with displeasure and boredom. His bag rested, slumped, against his foot, but he didn’t have anything important in it, so he really didn’t care. He wanted to make himself as less noticeable as possible to give him less chance of being chosen to duel. Plus, Ed had heard that this job was cursed, and there was a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor every year. But why?
The DADA professor couldn’t be that bad, could he?

[Roy Mustang]

The marble stones were smooth, as though Filch had just waxed them. But that couldn't be true. The only thing that Squib ever did was harass the students and talk to his cat. Neither of which he particularly enjoyed. But it seems as though someone has cleaned them, he thought as his shoes slid over the slippery surface. Someone should have put up a sign or something, though it would be funny to see the Headmistress come along and slip down the stairs. But it was a good thing he didn't.

The doors to the Great Hall were at least four times the size of his own classroom doors. The whole point of having the first class here, in the first place, was to get the students pumped for his class. The others, he honestly didn't give a shit about. As a student himself, he had enjoyed Defense Against the Dark Arts, and if he could keep his position for more than a year and prove that it wasn't cursed, he would be well on his way to becoming Headmaster.

With a flick of his wand, the doors opened themselves, and remained open. By now, they were sealed shut, the next meal not being for several hours. But with the doors opened, it invited people inside. Students in particular would be drawn to the aspect of a legal fight inside school boundaries.

[Okay, I have no idea what was up with this post :\]

[Aeryn Taylor Wakefield]

Even though she had been forewarned about the rigid schedule of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Aeryn was excited to the bone about it. Even though the threat of the Dark Lord was decreasing day by day, it was still nice to know how to defend yourself, right?
And, in the case that she ever met her father's murderer...
Aeryn's shoes clanged against the stone floor as she ran excitedly into the Great Hall, her honey brown hair bouncing around her. She hadn't had much time to comb it down this morning, so it looked a bit of an untamed mess.
Aeryn stopped in front of the starry table, her eyes round as she scanned it from corner to corner, front to back, side to side.
I wonder how many disputes could have been fought over this. Gosh, it looks ancient...
The young Wakefield turned her head to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, trying to hold back saying something idiotic. He looked like a dream, with his long black hair and handsome face and deep eyes...
Aeryn could feel her cheeks become red.
"Hi, Professor." she said, grinning like an idiot. Her face was hot with embarrasment, and before the good looking professor could possibly acknowledge that she said something to him, she walked away.
Gosh.
She was so idiotic. Boys had cooties, anyway-
"Ed!"
At seeing the golden haired boy in her class, her moods immediatley lightened. So far, he was one of her only friends (even though she seemed to think that he thought of her as an annoyance sometimes), along with someone she could talk to whenever she was in need. It was nice seeing him again.
When she was over by him, she quickly glanced at the star covered table.
"That thing looks ancient, eh?"
She became distracted. "I wonder what we're learning about today. Hopefully something really exciting. My mum said when she was at Hogwarts, they had a weird professor who was obsessed with seahorses. I was so nervous about cleaning seahorse tanks for detention if I messed up..."[/size]