Defence Against the Dark Arts [Third Floor]

Subject: Defence Against the Dark Arts [Third Floor] Fri Sep 24, 2010 3:45 pm

Defense Against the Dark Arts, also known as D.A.D.A., is a class taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that focuses on defensive techniques to block spells, charms, curses, hexes, and jinxes cast by other wizards and witches, counteract the Dark Arts, and to protect from dark magical beasts and creatures such as the Boggart. Defence Against the Dark Arts is taught to Hogwarts students from the first year to the fifth, with the option of N.E.W.T. classes in the sixth and Seventh years for students who qualify.
Tom Riddle twice applied for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position, the first time shortly after graduation from Hogwarts. He was refused both times. According to Albus Dumbledore, after the second refusal, no Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher held the post for more than one school year. Dumbledore believed that this was due to Voldemort placing a curse on the position. The teacher is Dezzi Livas.

Desdemona slipped into her room after Viktor left her thinking about their little game that just started. Oh how fun this was going to be for her. Her hand moved up and brushed against Aero's scales gently. The small dragon roared blissfully as she pet him, his body trembling at her touch. He loved it, just like Viktor did. She moved past her dusty room with creatures screaming for freedom all around. Snapping her fingers they were all silenced with muzzles other than those who would be silenced with food. She walked up the spiral metal stairs up into her little, unused room that she had attached somehow to her labyrinth so she could check on her favorites if she needed too. The connection was locked for now. The room was bare other than the spider webs and strange objects all around. The bed, which was under circled shelves with eyes and body parts all around, was bare and black with dust, proving she had never laid against it.

She stopped just outside the door with her eyes narrowed. Something was off.... She noticed a hair clip she had on a bedstead, something that was Praxis' when she was little and had been left at the beginning of the year when Praxis had come to her crying, had been moved slightly to the right. She acted as if nothing was wrong and stepped in. By the time she got to that bedstead and fixed the clip the door slammed shut behind her. The sound didn't make her gasp, flinch, nothing. She slowly turned around. What she did do was arch a brow at who she saw.

"...Lyric Clementine...." she murmured softly as she turned completely and looked over the man before her. He was tall, his skin dark and sun kissed with dirty, long wavy hair falling oily against his head and a rough beard on his face. His eyes were dead gray and he looked like a walking bag of bones with over sized, ripped, gray clothes on. The man smirked at her and took a step forward. She remained where she stood, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she watched him. He was, last she checked which had been a fore night ago, still in Azkaban. "How did you get out?"

Lyric looked at Desdemona with sunken eyes, his face dark and ghastly. His smirk was beautiful in its darkness, it's chiseled, sharp points and his high cheek bones making him look like a Roman statue. Some could find it simple to see how a Sirecie had fallen in love with him. But, if he looked so well like this, a man who had just escaped death, escaped a prison that could make one wish to pull his soul from his very body, then what he looked like beside that made most women shiver with delight at the thought. "Does that really matter?" his voice was a dark whisper that, though it didn't effect Desdemona this time, it use to make even she close her eyes at the sound. Now, for some reason, it didn't and that interested him. But he had more important things to worry about. "...I want to see my baby...where is she Desdemona...?" Now Lyric had never been a Death Eater. He never joined her and quite frankly, at one point he hated her before he even knew who she was. But she visited him in Azkaban and made things slightly easier on him and, as twisted as it might have been, he had a soft spot for the Dark Lord. She had told him things about his daughter, even brought him a photo once and a while. It was what brought Lyric through from day to day until he got news from another wizard about what had happened to a girl who fit his Delilah's description. Without letting Desdemona answer, he questioned her again. He was already a dead man, she could kill him if she wanted to, but he had to know this.

"Is it true....was my baby...Damn it Desdemona," he was practically begging for her to kill him. "Did that son of a bitch Higgins take my Delilah? Tell me what I've heard is wrong! Tell me she didn't get captured in the Amazon, tell me she wasn't some ...some...sex slave to that bastard!" he punched the wall making a shelf jump and items crash onto the ground. He listened to Desdemona sigh and knew what she was about to tell him would kill him inside. As she explained things to him he went through a rage of emotions. Fear, anger, sadness, anguish, rage, malice, and then just calm. The kind of calm that came before the storm. He became some statue against her wall as she spoke to him, explaining things to him that made his very blood boil. If he had been a sirecies he would have transformed by now and went out to destroy something. Then she brought up the younger Higgins and he froze, his head bouncing up and he stared at her. "...What...?"

"Your, 'baby' is engaged...and pregnant. And no, Andrew didn't do it by force. He believes he's killed his father in her name." she said in a bored voice, though inside she was having some fun. It was entertaining watching Lyric as he seemed to drown in this information. "She has eleven to ten more months..."

"Pregnant..." he fell against a wall and slid down to the floor, his eyes staring off at nothing in particular. Pregnant...holy hell. Then he realized what she said. "He 'believes'?" he was angry again as he pushed himself up and stalked over to her, his eyes burning. "You mean that bastard is still alive?"

"I have reason to believe so. Your not going after him," she added when he moved toward the window as if he were going to leave. "The dementors are close, I noticed them earlier. They are after you, don't push it. Besides, she's in my custody with Andrew at her side. If Sydney goes after them again I'll send you to her aid, for now you would do better alive for your daughter than kissed by my pets." The two argued for a time but he eventually agreed and just sunk back to the ground in the corner, thinking over what she said and what he'd do when he had the chance to see his lovely child, Praxis Delilah Clementine.

Lyric was gone. Of course that meant either he was off with the dementers getting ready for a kiss or he had heard of something and went to help his precious 'baby'. At the moment, Desdemona couldn't care less. She didn't have classes until the afternoon and with what happened the day before, there was a chance some classes might be canceled all together if enough people skipped-which most of the teachers believed they would. No, right now all Desdemona cared about was sleeping. Unfortunately, she hadn't slept alone in a long time and so had forgotten what happens when she sleeps alone.

Right now she was laying in her bed, tangled in the sheets and covered in a cold sweat. Her clothes were in a pile on the floor-other than her undergarments- and she looked as if she were whithering in pain. Her face was contorted in an agonizing look as if she were getting whipped all over again or carved that very second. Once her eyes closed, she relived every painful moment of her past.

Viktor made his way to the D.A.D.A. classroom where he knocked on the door gently. He got no answer so he pushed it open and let it close behind him. He made his way to her chambers, where he knocked again. He waited for a few moments before he knocked gently again.

Desdemona wasn't going to wake up from a simple knock or two but Aero was. The dragon let out a yawning roar before it wiggled out of it's spot, which was against her side with his head on her breast. He had been comfy too. Going over to the door, he clawed at it a few times but nothing happened. He slipped his tail under it and pulled. Eventually the lock gave way and the door opened a little. Once it was Aero went back to his spot and got comfy again.

Viktor slipped in. He was about to talk, but he realized she was still sleeping... Hm, must have been Aero. "Thank you," he whispered as he pet the dragon's scales and set the tray he had brought on the bed stand. He lipped into the bed and looked down on her with a small smile. He really didn't want to wake her, he knew neither of them had classes until later anyway... He sat there contemplating whether or not he should wake her.

Aero cooed as he cuddled his head to Desdemona's chest. She was in one of the spells where she seemed reasonably calm again so as he slipped in next to her she didn't make a noise or seem in pain. At least, not for a little while. Moments later she started to tremble and she looked as if she was getting carved into once again, if her eyes were open one would think she was about to cry. Her brows furrowed and her arms around Aero tightened. He, seeming to understand, gave off a low roar and poked her chin with his muzzle, trying to wake her up or calm her down.

Viktor eyed this for a moment, worrying for her a bit. He finally leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Desdemona... wake up, love." He whispered softly and kissed her cheek gently. "Desdemona," he said again, still softly but a little more forcefully. "Come on, love. I've brought you some breakfast..." He gave her a gentle smile, her nightmares not scaring him off.

Desdemona didn't wake up at first. It took a few moments for his voice to finally rouse her enough so that her eyes opened slowly with a flutter. Once seeing him she couldn't help but look around, confused and scared. At last she realized this was reality and that had been the dream. Sitting up a little bit, and leaning against the headboard, she held Aero to her a bit tighter as if she were in a great pain still. She looked up at him and eventually leaned over, laying her head against his chest and hating the very thought of her dreams. She really hated sleeping.

Viktor let her rouse and sit up without touching her. he figured he'd give her a fright and he didn't want that. But when she lay her head against his chest he slowly wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back and arm. He kissed the top of her head and held her tightly.

Desdemona leaned against him for a while, still shaking from the dream. Aero roared softly until he was able to wiggle free and moved so he was laying against her thigh. After a while Desdemona tilted her head up and looked at him with those rainbow eyes that shined with fear and confusion still. She didn't move or do anything besides looking at him and leaning into him as if she were still afraid this wasn't real.

Viktor held her close and tight. When she looked up at him her eyes caught hold of him and he froze momentarily. He gave her a very soft look, a hard to read one, and gently kissed her lips. She had to know he was real, she had to... He was careful with her lips, as if trying to reassure her everything was alright.

Desdemona accepted his kiss with a gentle turn. The feeling showed her lips trembling against his own as they kissed. When at last they broke apart she took a few deep breaths which in turn sounded nearly like sobs as she slipped her head onto his neck, hiding her face in the nook there. No tears came from her but still, she seemed so shaken, it was dreadful.

Viktor reached around her, hooking his hand under her knees, and pulling her completely into his lap. He lifted her a little, trying not to hurt her at all, and held her against him, moving his head a little so that she fit against his neck perfectly. He held her and rubbed her back and arm gently, reassuringly. The way she looked worried him a little, he wasn't quite used to this side of her. However he was not drawn away from her, no. Quite the contrary, Viktor wanted now more than ever to take her back to her home and just lay in her bed with her until she was alright again. He knew he couldn't, but he also knew of something that could possible help. He cooed a little to Aero, asking him if he'd fetch the hatch lings from the cave in the Forbidden forest. Viktor knew they would listen to Aero, Dragons obeyed their elders generally. And to them, Aero would be an elder dragon. He figured if the babies were here, she'd have even more of what she seemed to really like around her. And right now he would surround her with every dragon in the world right now if he knew it would help her at all.

Desdemona let him move her. Normally she would have forced him away and hid by herself until at last she was alright but for some reason she was alright being there with him. She stayed curled into him for a while as Aero left to get the hatchings. When he returned the two basically tackled her, pushing her into Viktor more. The younger curled up in the nook of her lap and tried to nuzzle into her, wanting to lay his head on her chest. The other licked at her cheek as he cooed and nudged her. At first she didn't do anything. She just laid there with her head against Viktor and shook slightly but at last she turned toward the babes and moved her arms over them, hugging them to her and petting them. The two cooed and nuzzled her affectionately. She didn't shake as badly but she was still frowning a bit.

Tenelth, the younger of the two, made a small cooing noise as she hugged them to her. Orenth just nuzzled her more, his wings opening and contracting again as he showed his worry for her. Tenelth was more affectionate, feeling her heart without prompt and nipping gently at her skin. He looked up at her and let out a tiny rawr. Viktor watched his sons for a bit, still rubbing her back and whatnot. He kissed her forehead and just sat there, letting her calm down. He feared speaking would either frighten her or anger her, so he sat quiet and let the year lings try to cheer her up a bit.

As much as she denied it, Desdemona really did treat the young dragons like her own and their reaction toward her helped calm her down a bit. Unlike what she might have done should anyone else have been around, Desdemona leaned into Viktor as he kissed her forehead and tried to help calm her as well. She opened her arms and wrapped them around the yearlings. When each got close she kissed their muzzles gently before closing her eyes and laying her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as she held them and stroked their scales. She had yet to talk but it seemed like she was giving him a silent thank you for staying there with her.

Viktor held her and even smiled a little, watching how she was with his sons. Whether or not she liked it, Tenelth considered her to be his mother and Orenth was fond of her in a way that said he too felt the same. Viktor hadn't told her, but Tenelth had indeed cried out for her in the night on more than one occasion since they'd been back at Hogwarts. He had to lull his son back to sleep on his own, but Tenelth was very attached to Desdemona. When she kissed his muzzle his tongue flicked up against the underside of her chin gently. He then snuggled to her chest completely and made an almost purring sound. Orenth closed his eyes upon her kiss and cooed gently, laying his head against the crook of her neck and closing his eyes. Viktor watched this all happen and his heart felt as if it were glowing and breaking at the same time. In the past he never would have wanted his offspring to be close to any other than their real mother, but since he'd found his Dragon mate slain and one egg crushed, the events that lead Viktor to this moment had changed him quite a bit. He smiled softly, not letting up on holding her. "Are you going to be alright?" he finally asked her after quite some time of the five of them on the bed just sitting there. By now Orenth had fallen into a light nap, one that he would easily be awaken from, and the younger one, Tenelth, was looking up at his father while still laying against her.

Desdemona doted on the young dragons lovingly. With something else to focus on she soon seemed to be doing a lot better and even appeared to be near her normal self, besides, of course, the fact that they made her smile a bit more. And by that it meant her smiles were real for sure for once. Something that only happened around Viktor and the youngs. When he spoke she nodded and looked up at him, smiling a little. "Thank you Viktor." she whispered before kissing his cheek gently. She didn't move much, not wanting to wake Orenth. At the same time she looked down at Tenelth with a soft smile as a few strands of hair fell into her face.

Viktor smiled at her gently. "Of course, love," he said in the same whisper, still giving her a calm smile. Tenelth spotted her hair falling and snapped at it playfully, making some sort of grumbly purring coo in the back of his throat as he seemed to smile too. He looked up at Viktor for a moment and back at her. Then he reached over and snapped playfully at his brothers ear. Orenth woke up as well, growling sleepily. Tenelth seemed to find this enjoyable and tormented him a bit more. Finally Orenth played back, a little agitated, but it went away quickly. Viktor chuckled a little and finally pulled them apart. "Now now..." he said with a chuckle. He looked back at her and slid his fingertips back across her face with cautious care, tucking her hair behind her ear. He smiled and gently coaxed her face to his, laying his lips against hers very gently.

Desdemona couldn't help but chuckle as the two youths started to play around but let Viktor separate them as she smiled softly. She stroked their scales in a loving, motherly way until she felt his fingers against her skin. Slowly, she turned her head toward him and looked up into his eyes. Moving with his coaxing, she welcomed the kiss as her eyes slowly closed. She kissed him back slowly, gently, and with a kindling fire that burned simply because of how gentle they took it. It was as if some feeling yet unexplored mingled between their lips. As they kissed the two youths nudged at them lovingly.

Viktor kissed her for a bit before he let her lips leave his. He chuckled and kissed each Year lings muzzle. Tenelth made his way over to him, curling up in Viktor's lap and leaning up with his paws on his chest and his head out to look around. Orenth took this opportunity to take up all of Desdemona's lap. he was a bit bigger than Tenelth and took up her entire lap on his own and then some. He curled up on her and lazed in her lap, not sleeping, but not really caring what was going on around him as he seemed to be speaking to Aero in their tongue. "I uh... I brought you some breakfast," Viktor said a little sheepishly as he smiled a little.

Desdemona watched Tenelth move over to Viktor with a soft smile before she made a slight sound -like an omph- when Orenth surprised her by capturing her lap seconds later. Having given her no warning, she wasn't braced for the weight so he took the breath from her for a moment. Once she caught it Desdemona moved so she could kiss his head and moved so she was rubbing his back and the joints of his wings. She didn't touch the children like she had Viktor. No, she did this in a loving, caring way, as if she was trying to make sure they didn't get achy from the heavy muscles. When he spoke she looked up again and smiled. "Thank you..." she didn't ask for anything but just leaned into him slightly once more.

Viktor pulled the tray over and set it in front of her but at a distance in case she didn't want anything. He sat there, holding his son while the other nuzzled her, licked her, and nipped playfully at her hair. He figured she would want nothing to do with talking about whatever was plaguing her mind in her sleep, and he would do his best to let it go, but he gave her a slightly worried gaze. "You're sure you're alright?

Desdemona looked up into his eyes, letting Orenth play with her as he wished, and smiled as she nodded. "I'm fine." She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. A slight shudder went through her as she saw her night's vision once more. Opening her eyes, she pushed the thoughts away and reached over to grab a slice of toast. She wasn't really hungry but she tried, wanting to act like nothing was wrong at all. As she nibbled on the toast she watched the dragons, smiling at each of them and reaching out to pet Aero as well.

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