FIRST CLASS OF THE YEAR [OPEN TO ALL SIGN UPS]

[BASIL WIGGLESWORTH]

The joy of a practical lesson is that he had to be sure they could handle theory first. Besides that, he was starting the year for the more advanced creatures to accomodate the NEWT students, for the rest of them it's a fun lesson that won't be likely to feature on the exam. A recent photo and newspaper headline said that they were cutting down on the study of man-eating creatures, so he was going from left to right in the textbook other than right to left which starts at the late developer subjects. With the blackboard he'd brought from home he had written on it in chalk 'Unexpected Dissimilarities in the Dietary Habits of the Basilisk and the Ogre' which he was intending to teach that lesson.

While he was waiting for students to arrive he was becoming acquainted with the smaller realm of Bertie Bott. Releasing his promiscuity on the students had been the main concern when they hired him because of his 'reputation' so he hoped to God that there were no willing female students in the class. It was a scenario he'd love to see so that he could prove that Hogwarts was not as reputable as it seemed, but it would also cost him his job. He was nothing more than a drunkard, home-wrecker and drug-taker back in the muggle world he wanted to try to be something different here. With any luck, the sweetest girl couldn't tempt him. Maybe he would even meet students that didn't know he had been a convicted Romanian once. Maybe he'd meet people too passionate about the subject to care, he hoped so.

His expression was hardening as the students started to arrive. Time to put himself in Professor-mode. What could possibly go wrong?