Update: 4th years, 6th years, and 7th years. Fourth Years Care of Magical Creatures The fourth years all crowded around outside Professor Hagrid's cabin, unsure of where he was precisely. It was a dull day, with a slight chill and a low breeze that made the student's bring their robes closer around them. All the fourth years were looking around for their teacher, wondering where he could be. And just as Gryffindor Adam Guild decided to find out and started towards the cabin, a shout was heard from the forest. "No need fer tha' Guild" said the grubby Professor emerging into view. "I was just roundin' up the 'er, well, lesson! We'll be headin into the forest today. Now, now" said Hagrid to the frightened looks of the students, " There's nothin' to be scared of, especially if you're with me." "What about the centaurs and the werewolves" squeaked little Ethan Weston of Hufflepuff, apparently not altogether reassured. "And the Acromantulas!" shouted Arthur Weasley II, creating more whispers. "Now I don' know where yeh heard all o' those rumors, but they have all been false for a long time" said Hagrid, seemingly aggravated. "The centaurs have made peace with us since the defeat of the Lord Vol... Lord Vol...ar I still can't say it. The werewolves was a misunderstanding. It was a teacher, a darn good one at tha', and he never harmed nobody. He on'y made it inter the forest once.He was a good man, tha' Lupin," whispered Hagrid, and a tear the size of a grape dropped into his beard. "And lastly the acromantulas were killed off in the same battle. We used to be on good terms with 'em, til Arag.. till he died," and Hagrid let of a considerable wail. "It's okay Hagrid," said a confused looking Esmerelda Newhall, patting the sobbing professor on the hip, the highest part she could reach. "I know, I know," he sobbed, but seemed to gather himself. "All righ', let's continue. And no more interruptions!" he said more harshly than meaning too. "We're going into the forest to see Thestrals. Can anyone tell me what they are?" Nobody obliged. "Really? Nobody? Well then you're in for a treat. Follo' me" And Hagrid made his way into the forest, leaving the fourth years scarmbling to keep up. tag: Fourth years Sixth years Defense Against the Dark Arts When the sixth years filed into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, they were greeted with a promising situation. The desks were nowhere to be found, and instead the ground was littered with cushions in rows along each side of the room. Professor Finnigan looked up from adjusting a cushion when the students enterred.. "Hello, hello. Hope you all had a good summer. I had an excellent one myself, but there wil be time for that later. As you can see we will not be starting the year with a typical first lesson. I find that rather too common and will definiately send you the wrong message of how this class will be for you aging sixth years," he said with a smile. "Today, we will be practing Stunning Spells. This is not new, we just began them last year, with success here and there. For this week we will be refreshing our memories and practicing possibly the safest yet most effective non-lethal dueling attack. Repeat after me, Stupefy." "Stupefy" said the whole class in unison. "Now," continued the professor "You have the entire class to practice Stunning and Revival spells. That incantation for that is 'Reneverate.' Find a partner and don't try anything tricky, just Stunning Spells today. Due next lesson, 8 inches of parchment of the use, effectiveness, and safety of the Stunning Spell.You may begin." tag: sixth years Seventh Years History of Magic The seventh years arrived in the History of Magic classroom to find Professor Bones seated behind her desk looking at a large book that hung over the sides of her desk. "Hello class," she said closing the book causing the ground to shake. "I believe this is your first lesson. Yes, yes it must be at this time of day.