Professor Savanah MacLeod sat at her desk at the front of the room. This would be her first class back at her old school. Sure she had attended Hogwarts over ten years ago, but she never imagined that she would be back here to teach. She pointed her wand at the large chalk board that stood to the left of her desk. A piece of chalk immediately jumped up and began to scribble on the board. Words and images started to appear on the board:



As soon as it was done Savanah waved her wand again and the chalk flew back in it's tray and she folded her hands in her lap. She was anxious but excited for her first class. She could only hope she did not blow a gasket before the first class. She had such a low tolerance for any type of misbehaving in her class, and she could remember how children at Hogwarts had a particular pension troublemaking. She could only hope that only serious students would sign-up for her class and she would be spared from that type from those types of miscreants. All she had to do now was to wait until the students showed up and she would be able to judge what she had to work with.