Post by tomcollins on Feb 29, 2012 8:06:19 GMT
Alastor Moody stood at the centre of the Great Hall surveying the training area that he and Dumbledore had set up, and found it to be good. The floor had been Transfigured to be springy enough to break falls, the walls had been Warded to short out stray spells and in theory there was nothing that could go wrong.
Moody snorted, too old and too experienced to believe in theory anymore. He estimated that there would be at least three injuries during the session, at least one of which would be moderately serious.
But Madame Pomfrey had been warned and would be on standby, and with the precautions that he and Dumbledore had taken Moody hoped that there would hopefully be limited opportunity for serious carnage. As the clock struck midday, Alastor brandished his wand, Disillusioning himself and unlocking and opening the door.
Casting several spells, Moody conjured an illusory double in the centre of the hall in preparation for making an impression that would drive home the seriousness of the lessons he would be teaching. Pulling out his hipflask and taking a swig, Moody waited for the students to come through the doors.