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When Filius Flitwick had decided to step down from the position of Charms professor of Hogwarts School; he had put in a good word for Harry Styles, a particularly talented young wizard with an air of confidence surrounding him, and of course, this was enough to persuade Albus Dumbledore that Harry was a fine choice indeed. Harry was not long ago a student within the very walls which he now called home for the academic year, and yet, when he received the owl; he'd been thrilled. He'd never imagined that he would be back in Hogwarts so soon after his departure, but here he was, preparing his newest adventure in teaching Charms to eager young minds. The classroom seemed so much brighter than what it was three years ago, but the familiarity of Hogwarts brought him a comforting nostalgia. Getting ready to greet his first class - a bunch of Seventh years - Harry rolled his sleeves up to the elbow and leaned against his desk, using alohomora to unlock the classroom door with a dimpled grin.

Rosie Reinhart, as happy as she was to return to Hogwarts, was filled with a small bit of sadness that was sure to grow as the year went on, because now, she was in her Seventh year; and she would no longer be a student at the place she'd called home for so long. Discovering she was a witch had come to be a bit of a surprise, considering her parents were muggles; and yet despite this, she'd picked up spells with no trouble and had excelled especially in Defence Against the Dark Arts, influencing her decision to leave behind the thought of a muggle job and to pursue becoming an Auror instead. Tightening her hold on her textbook a little more with the thought, Rosie reached the classroom she had been searching for and softly knocked the door, wondering if she was the first student to arrive - it wouldn't be the first time. "Hello?" She called gently, pushing the door open.

Luke had always disliked when people called alchemy boring - if only they knew that they were challenging Mother Earth herself by experimenting with the elements and creating something entirely new. He couldn't help but wonder if they'd consider it boring then. But that was one of the many reasons Luke had chosen a career in teaching, so he could get impressionable young minds as excited about alchemy as he was. He could recall, vividly, the first time he'd heard of Nicholas Flamel and the sorcerer's stone, and how his heart had ignited, the flame yet to be extinguished almost twelve years on. His classroom was a little dark, admittedly, but Luke figured it set a good ambience for the lessons he'd wanted to start with: they were going to turn a piece of coal into a diamond. The process was a difficult one, so when Luke had found out that his day would be starting with Seventh year students instead of the dreaded First years, he had exhaled in relief. Tying his golden curls into a top knot, Luke walked to the classroom door and pulled it open, letting his students know they were welcome to enter, still mildly surprised that Albus Dumbledore trusted him with this position.

Leigh loved Hogwarts, she really did. She loved the fact she possessed abilities that muggles had only heard of in their childhood fairytales, and she loved the friends she'd made along the way, but one thing she really couldn't stand was sitting indoors when there were better things to do outside, like play Quidditch. She'd picked up her first broomstick when she was four, thanks to her older brothers, and each day since she'd fallen a little more in love with the sport, wearing her black and yellow uniform with pride. But still, even the best Quidditch player had to practice, so instead of choosing Charms, Leigh, and a lot of her fellow Seventh year Quidditch players, had chosen to brush up on their skills with a new coach. Tying her blonde hair into a loose ponytail as she ventured down to the Quidditch pitch, Leigh entered the dressing rooms, where they'd been instructed to meet their new coach before even hovering a foot from solid ground. His name was Michael Clifford, and according to whispers across the common room that morning, the best of the best coaches.

Ashton Irwin had always had a fascination with Divination. His mother had always told him that he'd gazed into his first crystal ball at the age of two, and his love hadn't changed. His gift, of course, had come from his grandmother, a talented psychic who had taught Ashton everything he knew, influencing everything he loved. When she passed on, Ashton swore that he wouldn't shy away from the practice, choosing to embrace it instead. When Professor Albus Dumbledore had offered him the teaching position, having known his Grandmother personally, Ashton had been quick to accept the offer. He'd made his classroom as light as possible, with comfortable chairs and the finest quality crystal, ensuring that any student that crossed the threshold would leave with a curious itch that could only be scratched by research and practice. Still, Ashton couldn't help but feel a little anxious - Divination had always been seen as the subject that was useless, he wondered just how many students would sneer at his best efforts. Shaking his head to stop his mind from wondering, Ashton ran his fingers through his dyed red curls, sitting down and looking into his own crystal ball with a small exhale.

Sasha had begun to truly hate her time at Hogwarts. She'd loved it at first, full of wide eyed wonder and incredible mysteries that could only be solved by passion for learning, but along the way, Sasha had lost it all. Her grades had fallen from near perfection to borderline failure, and she just didn't care. She couldn't bring herself to, because once this year was complete, she would be free. Her job was secure at the Ministry, thanks to her Mother, so grades weren't particularly important. Hearing a croak by her feet, Sasha looked down to see a toad, pulling a face of disgust. Sasha decided, if she saw Neville Longbottom that day, she'd shove that bloody frog down his jumper. "Get away from here, Trevor!" Sasha scalded the slimey creature, as if it would speak back. "You strange little thing; why are you constantly running away, anyway?" Frowning down at the frog, Sasha reached the classroom door, peeking her head in and seeing it was empty. How professional of the new professor. Looking back down at the frog, Sasha stuck her tongue out at it. "Shoo."

Skye walked to her Charms class, head held high, back straight, always determined to keep up the perfect appearance her parents had enforced. She knew what was expected of her and she had no intention of embarrassing or disappointing her parents, ever. Books held to her chest, she approached her Charms class, reaching for the handle to pull it open, relieved to see that it was unlocked already - great, the new professor was already inside. She wondered if any other students had arrived yet; she always tried to be as punctual as possible. When she walked in, though, she took in the mostly empty classroom, blinking before her gaze found the new professor, and she found herself watching him for a few moments, unsure. He was attractive and young, and she was sure many of the female student body would have their eyes on him, and she tried to convince herself that she wouldn’t be one of them, but she could already feel that resolve wavering. “Sorry, I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she mentioned, tilting her head as she watched him for a moment, “The door was unlocked, so I figured we were allowed to come in already, but I can leave and wait outside if you need me to.”

Louis was proud, beyond so even, that he’d been asked to take over as the professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts. When he’d been a student at Hogwarts, he’d excelled at the class, and he was looking forward to the opportunity to ensure that the students he would teach would be able to properly prepare themselves. He wanted bright futures for any student he ended up teaching, or any student he ended up coming across, and he was certain that he could help give them a chance to capture that because they deserved it. He’d been tidying up his classroom, preparing for his first class, when he heard a voice. “Yes, hello,” he greeted quickly, finishing what he was doing, his back still turned to the girl for a moment, before he adjusted what was left and turned to face the girl, only to pause in mild shock, in wonder even, staring at her, because he’d never thought he’d see a sight so perfect. The moment the thought made its way through his mind, though, he quickly tried to shake it away, quite aware that having such thoughts would be looked down on. “Sorry, I was just finishing up with getting the classroom ready.” And, despite his previous chastising, he still couldn’t help himself, finding himself taking her in, memorizing her features, and he offered a smile. “I’m Professor Tomlinson. I’m going to assume you’re here for class?” He arched a brow, curious but hopeful. “And you are?”

Cecilia had absolutely no idea what she wanted to do with her life besides to learn as much as she could. With it being her last year at Hogwarts, she knew that wasn’t exactly her best choice, still being unsure of what she hoped her future held for her, but she tried not to worry about it too much. Head held high, she did her best not to let her concerns show as she approached her Alchemy class, determined to have a bright outlook on the school year, even if her distant future was still cloudy. Just as she reached the classroom, though, she saw the door opening, and she paused in her steps, not wanting to get in the way, blinking as she watched before she eventually gathered the bravery to peer around the corner. The moment she did, she caught sight of the new professor and she shifted, straightening immediately, not wanting to seem like she was snooping or anything - though, she could admit, the new professor was quite handsome, - and she shifted, clearing her throat, peeking further around the door. “Excuse me, Professor?” she asked, “Is it alright to come inside? Or are you still getting things ready?” She didn’t want to interrupt, after all - but she could admit she wouldn’t pass up on the chance to admire the professor quietly either way.

Michael, since graduating from Hogwarts, had wondered what it would be like to one day return. All of Michael’s favorite memories had taken place within the walls of Hogwarts, and he’d never expected that he’d ever get the chance to come back to such a magnificent place - least of all as a Quidditch Instructor. But, when the opportunity had presented itself, there was no way that he could have passed it up and, thinking about it as he made his way to the Quidditch pitch, he was certain this was the best decision he’d ever made, and he doubted he’d ever regret it. As he drew closer to the Quidditch pitch, he could spot students already gathered and he perked up with the sight, straightening up, wanting to give the students the best impression he could manage - but also wanting them to know that he was serious about this job, that he wanted to help them polish their skills and give them the tools to go from great players to incredible players. He passed many of them to go to the locker room, though, since he’d informed them to meet him there, and, when he got into the locker rooms, he was mildly surprised to see one specific beauty already there - but, then, he quickly tried to force himself not to admire her, reminding himself that she was obviously a student. “Hello,” he greeted, offering a small grin anyway, “I suppose you’re one of the more eager players if you’re already waiting in there instead of being out there gossiping?”

As Elea made her way to the Divination tower, she found herself wondering what the year would hold in store for her - moreover, she was curious to how Divination would go with a new professor. She’d built a solid rapport with Professor Trelawney over the years since she’d attended her first Divination class in her Third Year, and, while she still wasn’t quite sure what to think of the art of Divination, she did hold a great deal of respect for Trelawney. With there being a new professor during her final year, though, she was worried about how it would affect her outlook on the class as a whole. Moreover, she knew that some people tended to learn best with some professors, while others failed miserably with those same professors - especially when it was a drastic change from the previous professor. Hoping for the best, she breathed out when she reached the ladder that ascended into the classroom and, unsure of whether they were allowed in yet, she carefully climbed it, knocking lightly on the door, hyper-aware that she was the only student that had arrived yet. But, she’d had a free period before this class, so she hadn’t really had much else to do but to come here, anyway.

Calum wasn’t entirely what to expect when he’d accepted the position of Potions professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He knew it would be a completely different experience from when he’d been a student - he’d be a lot more influential in students’ lives and, because of this, he was determined to try to be a professor the students would enjoy learning from, but also to try to make the transition to a new professor as easy as possible for them. With the thought passing through his mind, he settled his gaze ahead as he headed to his classroom, wanting to be there in time to greet his students pleasantly rather than to leave them waiting. As he approached, though, he inwardly cringed as he saw a student already in front of the classroom - great, was he late? “Sorry about that,” he mentioned as he approached, offering a smile to the student before pausing when he got close enough that he could face her, shocked to find that the first student he came face-to-face with happened to be the most beautiful being he’d ever seen. Of course, he knew how wrong it was to think such a thing, so he cleared his throat. “I’m Professor Hood,” he introduced, offering a smile, “Please, come on in.” He nodded to the door before blinking when he spotted the toad. “And, who’s this little guy? Is he yours?”

Harry had been lost in his own thoughts, twirling his wand between his long fingers before tucking it behind his ear, lifting his gaze when he heard a voice, blinking in surprise when he saw the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Realising he must of been gawping a little bit, Harry cleared his throat and offered her a smile, wanting to remain professional and approachable, wanting to make a good first impression, knowing that seventh years were influential among the younger years. "Good morning," Harry greeted happily, studying her for a long moment. "Please, come in." Harry tried to ignore the way his heart raced within his chest at the sound of her voice, having never wanted to get lost in someone so badly as he did with her, and if this was only the first meeting, Harry knew he was in trouble. "I'm Professor Styles," Harry approached her carefully, noticing the green and silver tie around her neck and smiling - he had been a Hufflepuff himself, he wondered if there was still any rivalry between the houses. Outstretching his hand to Skye, Harry smiled, eyes focused on her with curiosity. "And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

Rosie blinked as she heard a voice greet her, and stepping into the classroom, she watched the professor in amusement, adjusting the book in her arms, trying not to smile at the keen nature of the man. "Well, someone's eager to make a good impression among his students." Rosie teased, and although she knew she shouldn't wind up new professors, she couldn't stop herself - when he turned around, however, Rosie tucked a piece of hair behind her ear in shock, suddenly wanting to distract her nervous hands because stood in front of her was the most handsome man she'd ever seen, with shocking blue eyes and a smile that was possibly the most wonderful thing at Hogwarts. "Oh, no, I apologise for being early." Offering him a smile in return, Rosie memorised his name quickly. Professor Tomlinson, it was quite unusual. "I am here for class, yes." Rosie laughed. "I’m Rosie, one of your Seventh year students." Rosie introduced, finding her usual seat to place her book down on her desk, biting her lip that the thought someone so attractive was stood not far from her - typical. Seven years in Hogwarts with two crushes, and her most serious one yet had to be on a bloody teacher.

Luke had ensured that every resource the students needed for their project was placed on each individual desk before leaning against his own desk and exhaling anxiously. Luke had been so confident, but now the time had almost arrived to welcome his first class of the year, he found himself nervous. Hearing a melodic voice from the door, Luke lifted his eyes, blinking in surprise when he saw a particularly pretty student. "Hello," Luke greeted, clearing his throat. "Of course, come in, everything's about ready." Luke smiled, wiping his hands free of the residue that came from handling coal with a handkerchief he always kept spare, the fact that the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen was a student of his making his first day just a little more difficult. How was he meant to concentrate when he knew all he’d be able to focus on was her? Trying not to chastise himself too much, Luke cleared his throat once more, trying to rid himself of his nerves. "I'm Professor Hemmings." Luke introduced himself happily, eager to have a name in return, certain he’d never forget it. Although, he couldn’t help but wonder what had made the beauty choose Alchemy - it wasn’t a subject he saw many people wanting to take. "I'm a little nervous, so you'll have to excuse me." Luke offered her a smile then. "So, what made you choose Alchemy? I was a little nervous that no one was going to turn up." Luke admitted.

Leigh could hear other students gathering outside and she decided that she didn't want to take part in conversation, not today. Her Father had always told her, if she was so adamant to get to the big leagues, she'd have no time to make friends - and as much as Leigh loved being social, she wanted the chance to be a professional Quidditch player, to make herself a household name. Shrugging on her black and yellow jumper over her white t-shirt, Leigh sat on the bench, admiring her Firebolt as she held the broom across her lap, a birthday gift from her eldest brother. Smiling down at the broom, Leigh paused as she heard a voice she wasn't familiar with, and lifting her gaze, Leigh blinked in surprise - was that Michael? He certainly didn't look like someone who played Quidditch, he had blonde hair and soft eyes, and Leigh could admit that his voice was melodic - he was quite easily the most wonderful person Leigh had ever seen. "Oh, uh," Leigh nodded. "Yeah. Hi. I'm Leigh," She offered him a small smile in return. "I don't really tend to listen to gossip. Are you the new instructor?" Leigh blinked, realising she sounded a little forward. "Sorry. I uh, you look young to be a teacher."

Just as Ashton was certain that something was beginning to clear the mist within the crystal confinements of the ball gifted to him for his twenty first birthday, he felt himself being pulled back to reality with the sound of a light knock against the heavy door. Standing to his feet, Ashton ran a hand through his hair to ensure he looked presentable, eager to make a good first impression. Gently pulling the door open, Ashton smiled down at the girl in front of him, his dimples seemingly permanent against his cheeks. "Hello there," he spoke softly as he studied her, mentally acknowledging that she was the most beautiful thing Ashton had ever laid eyes on, and although he could never admit that out loud - good lord, he'd be fired and up for trial against the ministry surely - he could at least appreciate how gorgeous she was to himself. "I'm Professor Irwin, your new Divination professor." Ashton smiled, stepping back to allow the girl into his classroom, previously handled by Professor Trelawny. "You're early." Ashton teased, a glint of mischief hidden within his hazel eyes, and he sat down once more. "Would you like some tea?" He offered, wanting his students, no matter how beautiful they were, to feel welcomed behind his classroom door.

Sasha's eyebrows furrowed as Trevor croaked back at her, and hearing a voice approaching, Sasha lifted her gaze reluctantly. "Oh, hello." Sasha greeted, studying the man who must of taken the position of Potions professor. He wasn't what Sasha was expecting, he was young, bright eyed and incredibly handsome, and Sasha wondered what made a man like him take a job like this. Clearing her throat, Sasha shook her head to rid herself of her thoughts, realising she must of looked ridiculous talking to a toad in front of the most attractive man she'd ever known. "Well, Professor Hood, it's nice to meet you." Sasha spoke stiffly, although clearly curious. "I'm Sasha, one of your seventh year students." But hearing the question about Trevor, Sasha's gaze fell back to the slimey thing and she shook her head. "He's not mine, but every student in this school knows of Trevor." Sasha sighed, picking up Trevor to place him gently on the window sill, turning to look at her professor once more, folding her arms across her chest. "So, I'm intrigued, what made you choose Potions, of all things?"

Skye offered a small smile of her own and nodded slightly, making her way inside as she peered around a bit, admittedly grateful to be back in familiar surroundings, but she could admit to herself that being in the new professor’s presence was enjoyable, too. Peering over at him, she listened to him quietly, mentally acknowledging his introduction, and she tried not to show her nervousness with him approaching her - the last thing she wanted was to give the professor a reason to assume the worst about her. “It’s nice to meet you, Professor Styles,” she said, reaching her hand out to place it in his as she gave his hand a shake, watching him, “I’m Skye Marshall, Seventh Year - Slytherin, obviously.” And proud of it, she could admit. “Why’d you choose to be a professor, though?” She arched a brow. “You seem like you could go into any profession you could have wanted, it’s odd that anybody would choose this one and be surrounded by a bunch of brats.”

Louis grinned slightly, ducking his head a bit when he heard her words, and he shrugged slightly. “I can’t deny that,” he admitted, lifting his gaze to take her in, watching her, amazed by her, and all he wanted to do was to get to know her better and bask in her presence for as long as she would grant him the opportunity to do so. Still, his expression softened and he smiled to himself, shaking his head slightly. “It’s nothing to apologize for. It just shows you’re either an eager student or a studious one, and either or both are traits worth holding onto.” And, they were traits worth admiring, too, but Rosie was certainly worth admiring regardless, with or without those traits - he, of course, kept that opinion to himself, certain it likely wouldn’t end well if he revealed that he was attracted to the young girl. Still, smiling, he nodded and watched her set her things down, taking her in while he could. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Rosie - I’m sure this year will be a great one.” Especially with her there - he was certain of it.

Cecilia found herself caught off guard, admittedly having never expected such an attractive professor to be teaching Alchemy. Still, she smiled slightly and nodded as she made her way inside, watching him for a few moments, wondering for a moment what the school year would have in store for her. “Cecilia Marcus,” she introduced with a small nod, setting her things down at a table closest to the front of the class, finding herself wanting to be nearer to him than not. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Professor Hemmings.” Grinning slightly, she peered at him, watching him for a moment but she shook her head. “I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully, have a little faith in yourself.” Shrugging slightly, she sat on the table, listening to him. “I guess I’m interested in it because even muggles are familiar with it - they’ve written about quests for alchemy and everything, so it’s just… Really worth looking into, I think.”

Michael watched the girl for a few long moments, silently taking her in and admiring her, but doing his best to not show that he was - the last thing he wanted was for this gorgeous girl to think he was some perverted creep when he wasn’t, he just knew that there were things worth admiring, and she was certainly at the top of that list. Still, hearing her speak, he smiled, enjoying the sound of her voice, and he nodded slightly. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Leigh,” he told her gently but honestly, though a grin spread across his features soon. “That I am. Professor Clifford, I suppose, at your service.” He winked teasingly, but made the effort to seem playful and easy-going, rather than flirtatious. Trying to reign himself in, he couldn’t help but to offer an amused look as he listened to her and shook his head. “It’s nothing to apologize for,” he assured her, “To be honest, I only graduated from here a few years ago myself - but it’s a testament to what hard work can do, don’t you think?” He grinned slightly, trying to be as pleasant as possible, wanting to leave a good impression on Leigh, finding himself hoping, more than anything, that she would approve of him, in any way possible.

Elea lifted her gaze when the professor opened the door and she paused for a moment, mildly surprised to find somebody so attractive standing before her. Clearing her throat to try to force back any nervousness that threatened to escape her lips, she offered a smile and nodded. “Hi,” she greeted quietly, “It’s nice to meet you, Professor Irwin. I’m Elea Wiley.” Shifting a bit, she watched him, and she chewed on her lip when he noted her early arrival. “Sorry, I had a free period before this, so I thought I might as well head here now, especially with how tall the Divination Tower climbs.” She made a slight face. “If I was interrupting anything, I could stay out here? But, if you’re serious about that tea offer, I’ll gladly accept some.” She offered a smile, admittedly thirsty after the climb, but mostly wanting to try to spend as much time around this man as she could, because he already had her full attention.

Calum listened to Sasha quietly, admittedly hanging onto her every word, despite being in shock by the fact that this beauty was standing in front of him, existing, but he smiled and nodded. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Sasha,” he told her honestly, finding no reason to lie about that fact - it wasn’t as though he was announcing his quick attraction to her, at least, and he mentally took pride in that, because he wouldn’t be surprised if he accidentally slipped and let show how interested he was in her. Regardless, his gaze dropped back to Trevor, but he nodded with her explanation. “I suppose Trevor must be famous, then.” He smiled jokingly, mostly just wanting to continue speaking to the girl, but he motioned as he led the way into the class. “Come in.” Opening the door, he entered first, but listened to her question. “Truthfully, Potions has always been a passion of mine - there are so many things that can be done with them, after all.”

Harry watched Skye closely as she made her way into the classroom, hazel eyes following her movements carefully, and although he tried to remain as subtle as he could, Harry couldn't pull away from her, her beauty almost intoxicating in a way that he'd never experienced. He'd had his fair share of love affairs, most of them having never lasted longer than a weekend, and yet, Skye made Harry want to experience something more. As she peered to him, Harry quickly took his gaze from her, hoping she hadn't noticed him looking at her, not wanting Skye to think that he was some perverted weirdo. As Skye shook his hand, Harry offered her hand a gentle squeeze, able to appreciate the warmth of her skin against his own. "Well, Skye, it's wonderful to meet you." Harry nodded. "Slytherin, hm? Was a Hufflepuff myself." Harry winked teasingly. "But still, had some of my best memories within the walls of this castle." Harry listened to Skye's melodic voice, laughing with her words, his dimples etched into his cheeks. "Well, I was taught by some great professors here." Harry explained. "I think they made a big difference in my life, Professor Flitwick especially. He was there for me when no one else was." Harry shrugged gently. "So, I suppose I want to not only teach, but to offer a support system for my students. Be a good influence, you know?" Harry's gaze softened.

Rosie watched with slight amusement as Professor Tomlinson ducked his head, and she couldn't help but feel some sort of feeling creep up to her chest, something she could only describe as fondness. "I think it's wonderful." Rosie promised quietly, wanting to encourage him. There was no way that he was going to be an unpopular teacher, with a smile so wonderful and eyes as blue as the sky, something Rosie noticed so quickly when he finally lifted his gaze. "Well, I'm definitely eager," Rosie teased, running her hand through her ponytail. "As for studious, I'm not too sure on that one." Rosie winked, neatening her things out on her desk, taking her eyes from Louis for a brief moment, surprised when she found herself hating the fact that he wasn't in her direct line of sight - how did someone have such a quick affect on another human being? Lifting her gaze once more, Rosie sat in her chair, pulling up her knee socks a little more to tidy her appearance. "Pleased to meet you too, Professor. I think this year will be brilliant." She flashed him a smile then.

Luke could feel Cecilia's gaze burn into him, and he found himself not minding too much. He was curious to the beauty, and holding the knowledge that she seemed to be interested in him too was satisfying, and already, Luke knew he was wading through dangerous waters, already imagining what it felt like to call Cecilia his. "Well, Cecilia," Luke smiled as she settled her things down. "It's a pleasure to meet you, as well." And when she grinned, Luke was sure he felt something within him burst into life, something he wasn't so familiar with, but wanted to get to know, something that was worth chasing. Listening to her voice intently as she spoke, Luke memorised Cecilia's words, deciding to himself that as long as she had faith in him, that was all that mattered. "Do you have faith in me?" Luke asked, although trying to come off as teasing, hoping to Merlin that Cecilia perceived his remark as just that: teasing. But as he leaned against his desk once more, Luke was careful to listen to Cecilia, wanting her to know that he took her seriously, that he was fit to be her teacher. "It's certainly something interesting." Luke nodded. "I really do think that it's something muggles and our world can experience together, if ever our paths were to collide." Luke offered a shrug then. "But, I think Nicholas Flamel is the best example of someone who is a credit to alchemy. Are you familiar with the philosopher's stone, Cecilia?"

Leigh nodded with Michael's - Professor Clifford's - introduction, giggling at the sight of his wink, her fingers curling around her Firebolt. "Well, it's wonderful to meet you too, Professor Clifford." And for a moment, Leigh allowed herself a moment, longer than she had intended, to study the new Quidditch coach even further, noticing that his eyes were a spectacular shade of green, one that she'd never seen before. Memorising the sound of his voice as he continued to speak, Leigh nodded in agreement. "Certainly shows the hard work pays off." Leigh shrugged gently. "It's just that... you're such a contrast to Madame Hooch." Leigh grinned. "You don't have grey hair, and, well, you don't seem so mean." Leigh teased in return, figuring that if Michael could tease her, then she could tease him in return - besides, even if she could feel a crush coming on, he didn't have to know, did he? "So, what's on the agenda for today's lesson? I have to warn you, Professor Clifford, you're flying with the best of the best the school has to offer." And Leigh didn't mean to sound so conceited, but it was true; the group were a talented bunch; each one competitive but supportive of each other, encouraging strengths and strengthening weaknesses.

Ashton listened intently as Elea introduced herself, and he committed her name to memory quickly, never wanting to forget it. There was something about her that was far beyond beautiful, something intriguing - Ashton could tell. "Well, Elea, it's lovely to meet you." And he meant it with every partical that resided within him. He didn't miss the way Elea shifted, watching him with the same sort of curiosity that he returned, and he could tell they were going to get along just fine. "Don't apologise, that tower is a mean one." Ashton offered her a wink, appreciating the way her nose scrunched up as she pulled a face. "But don't worry, you weren't interrupting anything. Make yourself comfortable, the teapot is ready to be poured." And although Ashton didn't want to pull his gaze away from Elea, he had to. It wouldn't look good for him to focus on one student when the rest of his class arrived. Biting his lip with the thought, Ashton ran a hand through his dyed red hair, readying two teacups. "So, Elea," Ashton hummed happily, pouring the contents of the teapot into the cups, watching the steam rise. "Why did you choose Divination?" Ashton turned to look at her over his shoulder, offering her another dimpled smile. "A lot of people usually don't take it seriously, and it certainly isn't a first choice for a lot of students." Picking up the saucer that Elea's cup rested upon, Ashton carefully approached and offered it to her with a grin.

Sasha studied her professor carefully as he smiled, admitting to herself that he was attractive. No doubt he was going to become every girl's favourite teacher in no time - a smile that charming could get him whatever he wanted. Still, as he spoke, Sasha cleared her mind of any straying thoughts, knowing that she had to upkeep her reputation; letting her guard down just wasn't an option to take. Watching as his gaze dropped to Trevor, Sasha watched as the toad hopped out of the window happily, shaking her head in disbelief that the gross little creature had the audacity to act as if he owned the castle, especially with an owner like Neville Longbottom. "Oh, believe me when I say that he's quite infamous." Sasha murmured, turning to look back to Professor Hood, her heart almost seizing in her chest when she saw his smile had broadened in a playful manner. Ducking her head a little, Sasha cleared her throat and followed the way into the classroom. Listening to his explanation of why Potions was his choice of territory, Sasha found her seat from the previous year and sat down, smoothing out her skirt. "I understand," she nodded. "Well, I expect great things of you."

Skye watched Harry as she listened to him, taking in the ways his expression changed. She couldn’t help but enjoy the different expressions, the way he spoke, and the way his skin had felt against hers when they’d shaken hands. Tilting her head, she watched him still, not wanting to interrupt him, but she offered an amused look. “It’s good to meet you as well, Professor,” she informed as she took him in, admiring him but trying to not be too obvious about it - after all, she was a Slytherin, if she wasn’t able to hide her innermost thoughts, how could she proudly announce such a thing? “You certainly seem like a Hufflepuff.” He was cheerful and talked a lot, but she didn’t mind; instead, she enjoyed it, probably more than she should - no, definitely more than she should. But she forced those thoughts out of her mind and nodded slightly as she listened to him. “I suppose that makes sense. It’s admirable, at least, I can admit that much.”

Louis couldn’t help but grin slightly as he listened to Rosie’s words, and he found himself grateful for her encouragement but also just enjoying her voice - he couldn’t help it, she had such a surprisingly nice impact and influence on him. “I’m quite pleased to hear that,” he said quietly as he watched her, taking her in, enjoying the sight of her, not really wanting to take his eyes off her, almost worried that she would disappear even under his gaze, though he knew he shouldn’t think such things about a student. Still, as he listened to her, he smiled and nodded slightly. “Well, I’m sure we’ll find out if you’re studious or not as we proceed through the semester. But I am quite glad to hear that you’re eager at the very least.” He smiled as he watched her, though he did his best not to be too obvious about it, not wanting to upset her in any way, or to make things awkward. “I’m sure it will be. I’ll do my best to ensure that, at the very least.”

Cecilia offered a smile as she listened to Luke, and she watched him, letting herself enjoy the sight of him, though she did her best not to let him see or understand why she was watching him so intently. She found herself wanting to be in his presence more than anything, wanting to listen to him speak, and she was grateful for his very existence. “I do have faith in you,” she decided easily, nodding slightly, though she grinned as she watched him. As they spoke, she couldn’t help but find that she enjoyed it, surprised with how nice it felt, and she wanted to discover more of this feeling that he instilled in her. “I am, yes. The philosopher’s stone is even mentioned in muggle history as well - though it’s mostly seen as legend to muggles. Some believed in it, though.” She lifted her shoulders in a shrug as she watched him, smiling slightly as she enjoyed the sight of him.

Michael grinned slightly, enjoying the way Leigh spoke his name, enjoying listening to her voice in general, and he knew he didn’t want to miss a moment of hearing her speaking, he knew that he could listen to her forever and never grow tired of her voice. Chewing on his lip with the thought, he tried not to think too far into it and smiled slightly as he watched her, nodding slightly. “Madame Hooch wasn’t so bad,” he said with amusement, “I wouldn’t necessarily call her mean, just stern. It’s because she worried so often, though - she knew how dangerous it could be to be up in the sky, especially if you went too high.” He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, because he’d always admired Madame Hooch, she was a kind lady once somebody got past her hard, stern exterior - much like Professor McGonagall, he’d say. Still, he smiled as he listened to her. “Today, we’ll be focusing on memorizing a few different play tactics.”

Elea smiled slightly as she watched Ashton, nodding slightly. “It’s lovely to meet you as well, Professor,” she informed, curious about him, wondering how it was that she could find herself so at ease in his presence, even more so wondering how in the world he made a warmth rush through her that she wasn’t familiar with. Still, she nodded to his words. “If you’re sure.” She shifted a bit as she watched him before she moved to sit down, letting herself relax a bit as she peered around, letting herself relax in the room, though she was sure most of that was because of Ashton himself. Hearing him speak again, she looked over at him, watching as he came closer, and she offered a smile as she took the saucer and cup, unable to ignore the way her heart beat faster when her hand brushed Ashton’s in the process. “Thank you for the tea,” she murmured as she watched him before she took a sip and shrugged, “I enjoy it, actually.”

Calum offered an amused look as he listened to Sasha speak about the toad, but he shook his head slightly. “I will certainly take your word for it,” he told her easily, though he didn’t bother to hide his amusement. He did, however, do his best to hide the way his gaze ran over her features, the way his pulse quickened when she looked at him, the way a grin threatened to spread across his features when she ducked her head and cleared her throat, and the way he found himself wondering what exactly she could be thinking of, what in the world could be going on inside such a beautiful mind. “I’m glad to hear it.” Nodding slightly, he made his way towards his own desk but looked towards her, trying to keep some distance between them despite that he wanted to be closer to her, as close to her as he could manage to be, but he knew better. He knew that he couldn’t overstep any boundaries and risk upsetting her or risk seeming like a complete creep. “I will do my absolute best to make you proud, in that case.” And, he meant it.

Harry nodded with Skye's words, offering her another dimpled smile when she said he seemed like a Hufflepuff - Harry didn't mind in that moment if she meant it as a compliment or an insult, because the fact that it left Skye's lips was enough. "Well, I'd hope so. The Sorting Hat hasn't really been wrong." He winked, sorting his desk with a happy hum, peering to Skye every now and again, wanting to admire her, because she was so unlike any woman he'd ever seen before. She was confident, clearly, every Slytherin was - but Skye was something to be admired, and if he was a student, he definitely would of had a crush on her. Hell, he had a little bit of a crush on her now, but he knew he couldn't risk the thought, losing his job as soon as he'd started it would be the worst thing. "Skye," Harry hummed. "Maybe after class, you can help me clean up?"

Rosie listened to Professor Tomlinson's words with a small smile, peering at him as she straightened out from neatening her socks, and with a jawline so sharp and eyes so blue, she knew that all students that got to witness his grace were going to fall head over heels - and Rosie found herself a little jealous. She was nothing more than a student to him, she had no right to feel like she was the only one who deserved such attention. "Show me the best you got, I'll be judging harshly." Rosie winked as the door opened, going to take her seat once more, and she greeted her friends with a smile, trying not to let her gaze drift back over to Louis.

Luke blinked in surprise as Cecilia promised him that she had faith in him, and Luke looked to her, clearly astounded that she'd said those words. It meant so much to him, and he couldn't quite convey in the best way just how much it meant. Biting his lip as he studied the beauty, Luke nodded softly, offering a dimpled smile. "Thank you, sweetheart." He murmured, unable to take his eyes from her, because he knew, he just knew, that there was something so special within this girl, something he didn't know yet, but wanted to. But damn it, he'd be putting his career on the line, but he had a feeling that Cecilia would be worth every risk. Snapping himself from his thoughts as she spoke of the philosopher's stone, Luke nodded in her words. "Some muggle theories are really fascinating." Luke turned the subject skillfully. "They believe in legends that happen to be the truths of the wizarding world." He smiled though. "I look forward to teaching you, Cecilia. You're an absolute joy." He promised as other students began to pile into the classroom. "Good morning, you lot." He greeted.

Leigh heard the amusement in Michael's voice and she couldn't help but smile with her own amusement. "You must of been her favourite." Leigh teased, tucking her firebolt under her arm to tighten her ponytail once more, having experienced some of her fellow female players be defeated by stray strands of hair in their faces. "Play tactics?" Leigh lifted her eyebrows with curiosity. "Okay, that sounds fun enough." Leigh grinned, ensuring her boots were tied to perfection, yellow and black jersey and black pants enough to protect her from the chill outside. "See you out there." She winked, treading outside to her fellow players; feeling excited to fly once more. Summers were always so incredibly torturous, because she had to stay firmly on the ground - but now, she was free to roam - under Michael's supervision.

Ashton paused for a moment that barely lasted more than a milisecond when Elea's hand brushed against his, sending his heart thumping against his ribcage; aching for more. Clearing his throat, Ashton nodded with a soft smile. "Of course," he waved her thanks away with a dismissive hand, lifting his own cup and saucer and taking a seat opposite Elea, wanting his students to all form a good rapport with him, wanting them to understand there was a Professor within the castle they could approach easily to talk to about anything - he was determined, now more than ever, to be that person, especially for Elea. "Well, it's lovely to see a student who has a genuine passion for something as fascinating as Divination." He took a sip from his tea. "I hope you continue to enjoy what I have planned, we're really going to be diving into the depths of it all, and I've brought some books for all of you to enjoy - really interesting stuff." Taking another sip of his tea, Ashton studied Elea with soft, hazel eyes, and he was certain he would never tire of looking at her. "So, are you hoping for any predictions for yourself?"

Sasha couldn't help the genuine smile that tugged at the corners of her lips with Calum's words, folding one leg over the other as she studied him. "Well, I'm certain you'll succeed in doing so, Professor Hood." Sasha softened for a moment, her silver and green tie proudly tucked into her cardigan. "I'm certainly looking forward to seeing what skills you carry in potion making." Sasha tucked a strand of hair behind her ear; falling silent as fellow students began to arrive for their Potions class, and Sasha realised, in a way she almost found odd, she didn't like the way some other girls were eyeing up the handsome man stood at the front of the class, ready to charm his way in with honey eyes and golden skin. Tutting, Sasha rolled her eyes, dipping her beautiful, hand crafted quill into it's ink to ready herself.

Skye offered an amused look as she watched him. “That you know of,” she said, “I think some people just fall into the role they’re given, and accept it because the Sorting Hat and this school make them believe that that’s who they are.” She lifted her shoulders in a shrug and she watched him for a few moments from where she was, unable to really help it. Not that she really even wanted to, anyway. “Sure, why not, it shouldn’t be too hard to do.” Besides, it would mean she’d get to spend more time with him, and she was curious.

Louis could feel a grin spreading across his features, and he watched her for a moment before he nodded slightly. “I look forward to impressing you, in that case,” he said easily, now determined, unable to help it, finding himself too attracted to Rosie to deny that he wanted to impress her in any way that he could. He looked over as other students started coming in, though. “Alright, everybody, take your seats, let’s get started.” He shot a look to Rosie, wanting to have just one more moment of focusing on her, before he went to the front of the classroom while he waited for the rest of the students to come in.

Cecilia couldn’t help but perk up slightly, smiling slightly, happy to hear Luke’s words, though she nodded slightly. “I look forward to learning from you, Professor,” she told him, watching him for a moment, though her attention went to the others when they started showing up. For a moment, she could admit that she was a little disappointed, having wanted to spend more time with just the professor, but she didn’t let herself show it. Instead, she settled in her seat and looked ahead, waiting for class to begin.

Michael grinned slightly with the mention of it. “I like to think so,” he said with a small shrug, though he found himself easily watching her, admiring her, unable to help it, unable to tear his gaze away from her for long. “Yes, play tactics. Strategies.” He lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “Sometimes, it helps to know exactly what you’ll be doing before you start the game. And everyobdy tends to have something that makes them important to the team, important to use for advantages.” Still, he smiled when he saw her going to the others and he went ahead to prepare before he made his way over. “Alright, you lot, let’s get up in the air.”

Elea watched Ashton, still a bit in shock with the warmth that flooded her when Ashton’s skin made contact with hers, even in that small moment. Still, she broke out of her trance when Ashton spoke, and she looked down at her tea, thinking as she drank for a moment. “I’m not sure,” she said eventually, “I haven’t really… Thought about it.” She lifted her shoulders in a small shrug before she lifted her gaze to watch him for a moment. “Have you ever discovered any predictions about yourself?”

Calum smiled as he watched Sasha and he nodded slightly. “Well, I’m glad to hear that you have such faith in me,” he told her honestly, feeling like it gave him not just a sense of pride, but a higher sense of determination too. He wanted to prove her right, to prove that she was putting her faith in something that was worth it, to put that he was worth her believing in, that she could trust him. “I’m looking forward to seeing how you’ll do. I’m certain you’ll make high marks.” She seemed to be quite an intelligent girl, after all, and he smiled as he watched her before he looked to the others. “Ah, looks like it’s time to start.” He nodded to Sasha before heading to the front of the classroom.