The previous class had been a good start to the year, at least Clarisse had enjoyed herself quite thoroughly. Being fair, Defense Against the Dark Arts was difficult for her not to enjoy, she was good at it and it came with relative ease, though not without some study and effort. In the previous class they had been working on summoning a patronus, something Clarisse was actually quite proud of for being good at. She’d summoned her butterfly, and had then proceeded to try and help in encouraging her partner. As for her homework, she’d finished it earlier in the evening, though she found a good deal of it hit surprisingly close to home.
Clarisse sat there in silence re-reading her essay. Her eyes scanned quickly over the page, observing her own small writing, that was at the very least quite neat, though not without effort. It usually took her a couple tries to write something out, but she always assured her final drafts were legible and, hopefully, worthwhile. She glanced over her essay, browsing the first paragraph after the introduction.
‘The Patronus Charm has two known uses. The first, and less famous of the two being that it has been used as a means of communication on numerous occasions. One who is able to cast a patronus is able to send it as an envoy with a message that cannot be tampered with through the Dark Arts. The second, and more well known use, is the fact that it is the only known charm that will work to repel Dementors and Lethifolds.’
‘The most important thing to weigh in contemplating the Ministry’ choice to keep Dementors “on the payroll” as it were, is not the moral justification, because in that there is very little. This was not about morality. It was not about good and evil, or right and wrong, but about weighing the benefits and drawbacks. The risk, and the reward.’
Her eyes darted farther down the page, reading as she went until she came across her last few paragraphs.
‘Dementors have one weakness that wixes are aware of, and that is that they are susceptible to the Patronus Charm. While it is known that it is a difficult for the general public to cast such an advanced spell, no matter the age of a wizard, this limitation is still something that works in our favor. The reason being that, you want something that is going to be more effective against your enemy, than it will be against your own side. It is common knowledge that in general many Dark Witches and Wizards struggle more than the average citizen when it comes to summoning a patronus, and the fact is that all known Death Eaters were unable to summon a patronus. The few that attempted to do so, and showed some trace of success only managed to call forth swarms of maggots that turn on the caster and proceed to devour them.
'In short, these creatures that have one known weakness are not able to be countered by all Death Eaters, and the majority of Dark Wizards.'
‘Their choice in keeping Dementors to guard wixes who were unable to fight them even with their wands, was not a bad one when it comes to risk. Immoral and cruel, yes, but it was not a big gamble. From the Ministry’s perspective, it came with the added bonus of maintaining a fear over the general populace, that fear is likely the reason why they didn’t make a lower security prison for the less extreme crimes. Considering murderers and Illegal animagi were sent to the same place, and since no one wanted to go to Azkaban, crime rates were low.'
‘Though their use was questionable, at the time it was deemed a worthy risk. It was determined that Dementors are more likely to be coerced onto the side that will guarantee them a meal, and the Ministry tried to be that side. The Dementors turning on the Ministry was a miscalculation in what the Dementors would want. The choices being easy meals with restrictions, or unlimited meals, some of which had the chance to bite back. Based on the history of the Second Wizarding War, we are aware of what choice the Dementors made.
Then came her closing paragraph where she stated outright that as far as Dementor use went, personally, Clarisse didn’t like it. But it wasn’t about her liking it. It was about her understanding it, and that was something she did… The final line of her conclusion fell under her gaze,
‘Often, to be able to fight the darkness, you need to walk the line between the two.’
Clarisse found it funny that few people seemed to know where Dementors were from or where they stayed now that Azkaban was out of the picture, though she knew of at least a few back home. After all, the Department of Mysteries did love their studies. From what she could piece together, they were trying to find a weakness outside of the patronus charm. It was unknown how much luck they were having… Clarisse was about to put her homework back into her bag just as the teacher began speaking, and instead proceeded to set it on the table she sat at. It was then that their new Professor proceeded to introduce herself, among other things.
Clarisse listened to every word in silence, and though her high and mighty talk did make the girl’s stomach turn just slightly, she tried not to mind it. After all, having such a low opinion of them meant that there might be a chance to impress her, even if only slightly. The speech went on, until finally she concluded, "Since I had to suffer this, let us all suffer together."
She pointed at the back, and introductions started at Mister Everdragomir, moving from Crissy Fairlie, to Raina, and then finally to herself. Clarisse stood, her blue-grey eyes turned to meet the Professor gaze.
“My name is Clarisse Sharpe. Favored spell is Confundo. I plan to enter the employ of Ministry of Magic, as either an Unspeakable, or an Auror, which will be determined upon my assessment therein. As far as additional information goes, I proudly hold the position as the Hufflepuff House Dueling Club Lieutenant.”
She didn’t speak with her usual cheeriness, nor did she sound particularly cold. She simply spoke as if she were address an Unspeakable at home, with a note of obligatory respect. After she had finished, the girl sat quietly and waited for the introductions to finish.