NEWTs Class (year 6th - 7th)

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NEWTs students were supposed to be much more competent in the subject of History of Magic than the younger years, so he expected these ones he was going to have today to excel. If it happened that a smarty pants caused shenanigans and other pranks in the class – not taking it seriously – he would throw him out without any hesitation. It was as simple as that. He expected students in 6'th and 7'th year to already know a great deal about history of the magical world, and if it happened they were bad at the subject, he was sure to make them fail in the exams at the end of the year.

With crossed arms Gabriel stood leaned against the wall next to the tall window of the classroom while waiting for the first student to enter. If they greeted him, he did not greet any of them back. Instead he just watched and tried to pick the good ones from the bad. Sometimes it was easy to see, because of the enthusiasm shining in their eyes. While other times – intelligence could surprise him. It could come from a person he had not expected to store it.

There was still time before class started, and he watched as the seats got filled. He expected his students to be on time. If they were more than fifteen minutes late, they could not bother entering, because they would be thrown out of the room anyway. And if their precision lacked a few minutes – well then Gabriel did not hesitate taking points from their houses – no matter which house it was. Just because he was a former Slytherin and agreed with their values (well those of the founder at least), he did not give them any special treatment. Or at least he was not planning to.

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It was times like this, cast amid a crowded corridor as students trickled out of classes towards their next ones, loud and obnoxious in their venture, that Jude genuinely wished technology didn't bug out upon entering the Hogwarts grounds. Even though Jude was quite behind on the rate at which muggle tech grew, one of those hand held music players that his step sister was always plugged into sounded pretty useful right about now. He couldn't stand the noise around him, and though music helped little, it could at least dilute the giggles and hollering. But of course, no matter how convenient modern day tech was, the magical world felt the need to dismiss it entirely.

So, instead, sporting his usual scowl, Jude forced his way through the crowds with dread set on his brow. Professor von Alder was perhaps one of the most annoying professors Jude had ever had. A stickler with time constraints and appropriate classroom behaviour; neither of which the Gryffindor had been particularly skilled at. At first he'd gotten kicked out quite a because he was frequently late, but seeing as it was one of the only classes Jude wasn't forced to use his wand in, he actually wanted to be able to enjoy it. And History was the only thing he really excelled at. It made a hell of a lot more sense to him than ridiculous wand waving and yelling out awful and poorly Latinized spells.

If it was one thing Jude could actually admit to even remotely enjoying about the Wizarding world, it was its rich history and how it aligned and conflicted with muggle history. Which nowadays seemed to be enough to get him to class on time.

With a restrained sigh, Jude found his way to the classroom on the first floor, not bothering to give his Professor more than a glance. Jude hadn't a clue what went on by those scrutinizing eyes of his, and half the time, the Gryffindor didn't actually care. So instead, he sat down in the back and set up his ink, quills and parchment, glad to at least get away from the noise filtering in from the hall.