The First Years were easily the most bleary eyed the following morning.  Arriving at the school was for many the most exciting moment of their life thus far, and the First Year dorms all over the school were abuzz with conversation late into the night.  Breakfast in the great hall the next morning was roughly half as lively as the start of term feast.  The heads of houses bustled about the tables(hindered somewhat by the encouraged mixing of houses) to hand out class schedules, which many First Years looked upon in awe.  Slytherins had Defense Against the Dark Arts with Hufflepuff first.

Professor Clowers, the students learned was a black man somewhere in his thirties.  He sported a shaved head and a tremendous, bushy beard.  Though the students knew him to be a former auror, and a renowned warrior, he was very surprisingly short and thin.  His reputation, it could be surmised, was earned through prowess rather than intimidating physique.  

He spoke warmly and with great energy, and his first lesson was focused heavily on philosophy rather than practice or even theory.  He spoke emphatically about the dangers of the Dark Arts, and how most of the darkest wizards believed their cause to be in the right.

"The darkness of a spell," he told the students, with an air as though this was a subject very important to him, "Is inherent.  You cannot use the unforgivable curses for good.  There's no good reason to inflict them upon someone, that's simply a fact.  That is the reason those curses were deigned, 'unforgivable.'  There are Aurors who will use them, and perfectly within the law, as they are allowed in extreme circumstances, but I have endeavored not to."  

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When lunch came, the students poured into the Great Hall with a new mixture of emotions.  Some were still just as excited as the night before, but many were more somewhat disgruntled, having already been given homework.  Most were somewhere in the middle.  

Jax made a beeline for the Hufflepuff table, and sat down next to his brother, speaking immediately.

"You had dada?" he pronounced the acronym phonetically.  "What'd ya think?"  

"Er, well... I like Professor Clowers?" Dana answered in a questioning tone.  His brother was clearly after something, but he didn't give it away.  Jax huffed and got right back up and walked to the Slytherin table instead.  He tapped Aeden on the shoulder.  

"Oi, Cuz, wha'd'ya think o' Clowers?"