[u][i][b]Gryffindor Table[/b][/i][/u]

"[i]Language[/i], ten points from Gryffindor!" A short portly teacher happened to be passing behind Ajax as he cursed. The teacher made the declaration and continued on his way. He had large glasses, small eyes, and grey receding hairline. 

"See what I mean?" Marc gestured to Ajax and his malfunctioning hardware.

"Unfortunately, you can not borrow anybody's phone." Marc explained to Ajax. "There are spells in the castle that keep muggle technology from working properly. You will have to use the Owl mail system like everyone else. I'll help you figure it out if you need, but, I think it is simply draconian to have such spells in the castle! Would you like to sign my petition? It would declare that you are against anti-muggle spells in the castle."

[u][i][b]Ravenclaw Table[/b][/i][/u]

The Ravenclaw table was not discussing the fight. They turned their noes up at those who were involved in the fight, and didn't find the affair either impressive or newsworthy. Ravenclaw were more impressed by feats of mind than might. They took note of the new Ravenclaw first years that were sentenced to detention, but that was the extent of their interest. They welcomed the other new first years with cordial questions and inquiries, and shared summer stories with their old classmates. 

[u][i][b]THE NEXT DAY

DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS[/b][/i][/u]

The classroom of Sadria Quinn was noted on the schedule as "the lower west dungeon" and class was to begin at 12. The students would need to descend several flights of stairs. Students might guess that they were somewhere below Ravenclaw, but as the stairwells shifted beneath their feet they really could not be sure. The day was bright and sunny, but there were no windows here. It would feel like night. There were not even any paintings. The walls were decorated, instead, with cracks. It was humid and cool. The torches that lined the hallway did not seem bright enough.

There were several empty rooms, and a few unmarked hallways that might tempt a student to become lost. There were two distinctions that marked the classroom from the other chambers: 1. The presence of desks, chairs, and a chalkboard on wheels. 2. light: sunlight lit the room from overhead, seeming to stream into the classroom from a hole in the high stonework ceiling above them. The light was bright enough that no torches or candles would be needed to light the room. The students might wonder if it was a spell, or if they were not directly under the castle after-all. The light was soft and illuminated dust in the air, creating hazy beams. Perhaps it was tired from it's long journey underground.

The group of desks and blackboard sat awkwardly in the center of the room, not enough to fill the space. There was no door on the entrance of this classroom. It was simply a wide arching threshold carved with gargoyles. That was the only decoration. The rest of the room was plain. There were a few other doorways in the room but these were blocked with iron bars, presumably leftover from when this place had actually been a dungeon. 

As the first year students filed in they would not see the teacher present.