Lesson Three - Fourth Years

[Konig Nickel]

Konig yawned a little bit as he settled in behind his desk. Today was going to be a long day and yet again Leopold had kept him awake at night. It was creepy when a wraith watched you sleep but when a wraith-turned-man did it the creepiness factor went up by a mile. He sighed a little bit and waved his hand at the board, revealing the focus of the lesson.

PTSD

[Vladimir Wazowski]

Vladimir walked into his class, he was looking forward to it and his excitement was running high with the tournament almost over, he hoped that Durmstrang would win, but he also hoped that he was going to be able to get a chance to compete in this round...he had been waiting for it after all.

Looking up at the task on the board, Vladimir grinned wolfishly, this sounded like his kind of lesson even if he didn't really know what it was, but he loved Psychology.

[Lucian Ciero]

Lucian had a quiet Christmas.

He had hoped to go back to see Raziel. But of course he couldn't. Because the stupid Reporter had decided that it would be a good idea to kill her, now the only thing that was on his mind was getting revenger for his sister.

When she had died all her energy, all her money had gone to him, and he was crackling with the power, it was almost breaking through him with his eyes glowing permenantly.

Which meant, he was not in the mood for this lesson. At all.

[Konig Nickel]

Konig decided that the class was about as full as it was going to get and moved to the front of the classroom. He tapped the board, under the phrase that he was going to be teaching them,

"PTSD. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder." he told the two boys before shrugging, "Simply put, this is often what a person gets when they have gone to war and been under constant stress and near death experiences. Loud noises too."

He took a piece of chalk and wrote the word 'prontenatum' on the board underneath the name of the disorder,

"This is a very simple spell to use. Point at the person and say it basically. It'll give your victim all the symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. You can make a banging sound and they'll most likely fall to the floor blubbering like a baby. Fighting dirty? Yes. Morally questionable? Most definately. Effective? You bet your ass. Get to practicing it now."

[Lucian Ciero]

Lucian realised that he was actually going to have to do some work this lesson, and he sighed a little bit when he was told what the spell actually did, it seemed that everything reminded him of Raziel, although, the blubbering like a baby part was something he could have envisioned James doing instead.

Looking at the word on the board, Lucian decided that he would do as he was told and practice the incantation, maybe he would even try this out on somebody someday.

"Prontenatum, prontenatum, prontenatum." he muttered now sure that he had got the pronunciation down pat.

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