Headaches. When pounding, heart stopping, and blood rushing enough, they were known to keep even the most studious Ravenclaw in bed for the day and the most argumentative Slytherin from causing a fighting for worry of loud yelling which would only aggravate the pounding in his head. Izabel's headache was not this bad, however, it was enough to keep the Gryfindor in bed an extra five minutes and greatly slow the process of showering and dressing. The day had progressed just as this, in perpetual slow motion timed by the pounding in her head like an iron metronome.

As she sat in the back of her Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Izabel couldn't even be bothered to get her wand out of her canvas bag. It lay, hopefully un-used in the side pocket. The lesson seemed to be blurring in and out of conceptual thought. Izzy knew that she would probably need to pay attention, for the information, what she could gather in between the twinges of cerebral pain, was some what important to understanding the rest of the lessons to come.

Izzy reached for parchment and a quill and glanced at the board to see questions. The girl to her left was scribbling down answers, and Izzy could hear the scratching of her quill. The fifth year had half a mind to reach over and grab it from her and rip the feather apart, but she was distracted by her own scratches as she wrote the date at the top of the parchment.

She thoguht about the first question. "What are the Dark Arts?" Izzy thought about it and tried to scribble down a somewhat intellegent answer. "Anything." She scribbled in her curving handwriting. She continued: "The Dark Arts can be any spell, any incantation, and any potion when used in a manner that is meant to cause harm and grief to others." Happy with this answer, she continued, skipping down the parchment a bit to create a new paragraph.

"When is magic finally considered to be dark?" Izzy hated when she answered previous questions in a way that could answer current ones. She thought of a way to make her answer a bit different. "When a witch or wizard performs magic with a dark motive to create pain, sadness, or unhappiness." Good enough. She was almost done.

The last question was easy when applied to her previous answers. It was easy for Izzy to write about what she thought and believed in. The hard headed girl could argue for hours about her own beliefs as though they were the only right answers in the world. However, today, she was content with just recording them in front of her.

"Should all dark magic and items be banned?" Izzy quickly wrote her answer: "No, anything could be used to cause pain and sadness. You wold have a hard time trying to figure out what to ban and what not to ban because there are probably many examples of 'good spells' used for 'dark purposes'." At this, Izzy placed her quill on the desk, sighing as she rested her head in her hands. Perhaps this was the sign to suck it up and go to the hospital wing after class and get a grade A potion for her headache.

The Professor had posed another question to the class, and someone spoke up. Grindelwald...Gindelwald... the name rang a bell. For a girl who did everything possibly to not read her History of Magic homework, she was surprised she even remembered the faintest idea about him. "Weren't they like friends, him and Dumbledore, until Grindelwald killed his aunt or something?" Izzy said, speaking up, not waiting to be called upon. "No..no...Dumbledore's sister...yeah that's it." Izzy said surprising herself.