It was a normal day in D.A.D.A class, Professor Snape was going on and on... and on... For what seemed like hours about a simple protective fire spell: Protego Diabolica. Then, a loud bang came from the classroom door— as it had been thrown open. All of the students turn towards the door in unison, all gazing at the red-faced— Seamus Finnigan.

"Sorry I'm late, Professor," he utters sheepishly in his heavy Irish accent, holding some scrolls and books close to his chest tightly.