Defense Against the Dark Arts — The Day Quirrell Broke
Ron's story kept evolving.
Every retelling gained new details—
closer escapes, clever tricks, heroic poses.
Some students believed it.
Some didn't.
Most just enjoyed the drama.
💤 A Class Too Boring Even for Sleep
Defense Against the Dark Arts was underway.
As usual, Lucien was asleep—chin in hand, eyes closed, Vulpix dozing beside him.
Professor Quirrell droned on.
"…a-and then the vampire crept closer, thirsting for blood—"
Lucien's eye twitched.
Once.
Twice.
Finally—
He raised his hand.
The class froze.
Quirrell startled.
"Y–y–yes, Mr. Lionhardt?" he asked nervously.
Lucien opened one eye.
"Yes, Professor," he said calmly.
"Could we learn real Defense Against the Dark Arts?"
Murmurs spread.
Quirrell swallowed.
"R–real?" he stammered. "B–but stories are very educational!"
Lucien tilted his head.
"Then I have a doubt."
Quirrell nodded quickly.
"G–go on!"
Lucien's voice was perfectly innocent.
"Professor… if a dark wizard comes close enough to kiss someone," he asked,
"should the victim first listen to the dark wizard's tragic backstory?"
The room exploded.
Laughter everywhere.
Even students who disliked Lucien couldn't hold it in.
Quirrell went pale.
His mouth opened.
No sound came out.
Then—
He turned and fled, sobbing, robes flapping as he ran straight out of the classroom.
The door slammed shut.
Silence.
Then—
Pandemonium.
😈 Immediate Fallout
"MERLIN," one student gasped.
"Did Lionhardt just make the professor run away?"
"Weasley Twins!" someone shouted.
Fred and George appeared instantly.
"Teach us your ways," Fred said solemnly.
"That was legendary."
Lucien rubbed his temples.
"I'm tired," he replied.
"And I lost a nap."
George nodded gravely.
"A tragedy."
They dragged Lucien off anyway, peppering him with questions.
Lucien tried to answer.
He failed.
The twins were relentless.
For the first time—
Lucien Aurelius Lionhardt admitted defeat.
🏰 Reputation Update
By dinner:
"Lionhardt destroyed Quirrell with one question" "Quirrell can't handle real combat" "Defense Against the Dark Arts is a joke"
Even professors heard it.
McGonagall sighed deeply.
Snape smirked openly.
Dumbledore stared thoughtfully into his tea.
Quirrell did not return to class that day.
🌑 Somewhere Very Quiet…
A presence behind Quirrell trembled.
Fear was growing.
And Lucien—
without raising his voice, wand, or magic—
Had struck true.