Nora sat in her chair of the classroom with a look of contemplation on her face. It turned sour as the first student walked in, and she fixed them a glare before her gaze once more laid rest on the letter in front of her. She was most displeased with the report from the ministry that her 'involvement in the war is little - if at all, and with her gifts she should feel a duty to her country'. She rolled her eyes, scrunched up the letter and swiped it off her table into the bin. She looked back at her dementor as it eagerly drifted towards the students now filing in the classroom. A frown and a whispered word was all she needed and the dementor returned to its previous position.
Once each student was sat Nora decided to start the class. She stood up and felt that same disappointment that her own daughter did not attend Hogwarts, but with a shake of her head she was back on track and had moved so that she was leant against the front of her desk and staring at the students. "Welcome, to Duelling. Many of you will not excel in this class as you do not have the skill nor the nerve to perform some spells. Those of you who have the guts are most welcome in my class," Nora began, before she flicked her wand and each of their textbooks flipped open to the page she required. "You are to read about Duelling. I am sorry for my absence from last week, but I had some important errands to run." She snapped in a tone that dared any to ask her 'What errands?'
Nora hated nosey students.