Lesson Four - First Years

Cobalt sighed as he sat behind his desk, propping his feet up on his large desk as he waited for his students to arrive. As the last lesson of their first year, Cobalt had decided that now was the best time to teach the class a very useful and interesting spell that had a variety of uses. He just hoped that none of them were stupid enough to use it in pranks, he'd catch them out because they'd be the only ones able to use the spell.

Sam walked to her next class, Infiltration class this was the class she was slightly nervous about she walked in to see she was the first one there she gave the professor a small somewhat forced smile.

" Good Morning, Professor" Sam said than she walked to one of the desks in the back and sat down, and sighed.

Tessa walked into the the classroom, thanks to Yasmina. She then found her a sit and waited for class to start. She wondered if Damien would show up this time and sit by her. Only time could tell.

Anne walked into class and sat in her seat. She didn't really know what to do for this class she liked it but she wasn't likely to take it again. She wanted class to start. She really didn't know where she was going to go for the holidays though.

Xander made his way to the front of his class, taking a seat next to Teresa. He'd only just met her in another class, but he figured Slytherin's should stick together.

As he took out his book he was surprised to pick up on her song. "Mozart. Good taste." His mother had her odd obsessions with some muggle ways of life. Classical music was one of them. She'd went so far as to enroll him in cello lessons at a young age.

"I've heard it once or twice. I prefer Debussy and Chausson myself."

Xander was a Londoner at heart, but the french knew what they were doing. His had a love for german composers mostly, but he was neither here nor there on them.

"How'd you come to know the classics?" He knew he was an oddity among Slytherin's, knowing about muggle music, so he was curious where she learned it from.