Term 13 - Lesson 2 - 6th/7th Years ONLY

Peter had made all the chairs disappear from the classroom. Setting them aside would still not give him the amount of space he needed for his students. Though the older students were few, the more space they had to practice the better. He had a stack of chocolate bars on his desk, and was sitting on his old school trunk. The one he had used many times to carry his comic books to and from school.

The students had had a year to practice the spell - if they wanted to - and this lesson, they would have to actually show him their progress.

Oliver wasn't looking forward to Defense Against the Dark Arts. As a Head Boy, he was required to attend all of his lessons and make an example for the younger students, but he wasn't feeling it. The thought of it being his last year at Hogwarts and having to leave the castle, as well as his favorite professors and classmates behind, made Oliver want to disregard his responsibilities and stay at Hogwarts for one more term. Of course he couldn't do it, though, and he had voiced his thoughts to his father but was given a THE look of death. Not the kind that parents do when they want to discipline their kids, but the kind that makes sure the kid knows exactly how much the parent wants to slap sense into him. It was definitely something that Oliver would prefer not to experience, so he quickly withdrew the option of purposely failing. His father had even said that failing was more of a Matthew thing, which Oliver now agreed with. Out of the two of them, it was more believable to hear Matthew had been held back for whatever reason, than to hear that about Oliver.

Entering the classroom, Oliver stopped. There were no chairs. There were no chairs! He didn't want to have an actual lesson, not today, and there were no chairs! Secretly, he had been hoping they had to do book work, because a practical lesson meant fun and fun meant he would miss this classroom even more. He would miss all the classrooms equally, but the more memories created would only make it worse. Glancing at Professor Sexton, Oliver greeted him with a small smile before walking to the left of the classroom and dropping his backpack on the floor. The board told him they were going to practice the Patronus Charm, which wasn't so bad given they had already done a book work type of lesson on it, but when Oliver's blue eyes landed on the professor's desk, the stack of chocolate bars caught his attention fully. His love of chocolate may have had something to do with it if it weren't for the fact that he knew chocolate, dementors and the Patronus Charm often went together.