The fact that the classes were limited in options for his major frustrated him. No one had taken the job offers that he had sent out, which disappointed him. If field training was one thing, then combat training would only support it. So he took it on, figuring that he would work on hand to hand first, then work towards the magical aspects later. The first lesson would be an integration of what he would have taught in two terms, so it would be heavy on the students. He had sent an owl to every major, telling them of the new course added, so they would know that another opportunity opened.

Wearing his usual work out attire, he waited patiently for everyone to arrive. He didn't even bother with a coat, already knowing that he would get their body heated up through work out.

Having gotten the owl, Arthur walked into the field. He wore shorts, sneakers and a T-shirt like he had last lesson but didn't feel like gelling his hair back today. It was rather short anyway so it wouldn't exactly get in the way, maybe a few bangs would be out of place but that wasn't really a problem.

Wondering how this lesson would be different from the last one Arthur walked towards the training grounds. Looking around he realized that he was the first one there. He took his place. He would just have to wait for the others to arrive.

"Hello professor," he greeted.

Dressing himself in similar attire like his first lesson, Airen made his way to the arena. He'd noticed the arena early on and had wanted to go on the field a couple of times to practice his own personal training, swordsmanship. From an early age, Airen had had a knack for a combat with the long and time-tested weapon. He had only just finished mastering fencing two summers ago and and karate the summer before that, as he had realized that he wouldn't always have a sword. He had since moved on to learning different styles.

Shaking his head, Airen set his train of thought back on track and took a spot that he felt comfortable with. Crossing his arms, he waited for the lesson to begin.

"Good morning, Professor," Airen greeted politely.

Making his way across the freshly fallen snow on campus, Christian was glad for the layers he'd chosen to wear. He lived off campus, with his folks, so didn't have a way to store things in a dorm or anything. Over his shoulder hung a worn dufflebag, which carried his school books, an extra sweater, and a few other odds and ends that he'd rather not think about. It wasn't very manly to find diapers and picture books along with his workout gear.

You're at school. Focus.

Zipping up his outer jacket, he caught sight of the training area. Unlike back in Hogwarts, this castle, and it's grounds, seemed easier to navigate. Things appeared to be where one would assume they should.

As he approached the small group gathered in a clearing, it wasn't hard to pick out the professor. He was a bit up there in age, though Christian wouldn't put anything past him. He was teaching an Auror class, after all. Something not done lightly, he assumed. Looking around at the others, though, he shuffled his feet in nervousness. He hoped it wasn't too apparent, but he was a few years older than them. Sure, he didn't know that for certain. But something about these guys gave him the impression that they were fresh outa school. He...well, he was a bit less traditional.

With a look to the professor, he gave a small side-smile, and a soft, "Morning, Professor." He didn't know the man, since he was a late addition to the school. But hopefully it wouldn't be held against him.

Scarlett Waters could only be described as excited when the owl carrying the letter, outlining the plans for her first ever class in university. She was incredibly excited to become an auror, and finally being able to take this first step on the path towards her dream career, she was ecstatic.

She woke in the morning, fresh-faced and ready, almost jumping out of bed with enthusiasm. She was early to breakfast, and on-time to class, and could hardly wait to start. She walked happily to the field for the lesson, dressed appropriately in tracksuit pants and a black t-shirt, for now wearing a hooded jacket against the cold, and sneakers, knowing that the lesson would consist of physical activity.

"Professor," she acknowledged politely when she arrived, standing with the group.

So far attendance had been going smoothly, no one had arrived too late and he was relieved for that. As they each walked towards the field and greeted him, he sent a nod their way. He took in every detail that each student was wearing as they entered and he noted that many were smart about the class subject and their appearance. Figuring that he'd waited long enough, he clapped his hand signaling it was time to begin.

"Welcome to combat training, if you don't already know me, my name is Dorian Ashworth, your headmaster. You may call me Professor, or Sir, that's about it. Now, can anyone tell me a vital reason for us to teach you combat? Do you already know it? Each of you, try to give me a reason why it matters, and what can you bring to the lesson. And what you expect to learn. Who wants to start?"

OOC: Whoever starts has permission to say that Dorian picked on them to answer. I won't post until a few people volunteer, so he can give one major comment about them.)

Airen listened as the professor told the class what he expected. The list of questions he asked were demanding, but Airen thought he had to be sometimes. Auror training was no simple walk in the park. The question that most confounded him was what could he bring to the lesson. Obviously, he could hold his own and perhaps achieve some modicum victory in a crossing of blades, but he didn't know how useful that would be. This was work with a wand mostly, how could a sword hold up to a spell that could banish it from the owner?

Airen listened as Amerix listed off her own answers to the professor's questions. She covered the basic answers, and Airen mentally agreed with her answers. Then, when Brooke volunteered to answer, he listened as she added onto Amerix's earlier statements. Agreeing with her own statements, Airen felt a bit of pity for her as she stumbled on her words towards the end. Torn between silently comforting her, and letting her recover on her own, Airen decided that since no one was laughing, he should step up and answer. He raised his hand and waited to be called on. When he was, Airen proceeded to answer.

"Sir," he addressed the professor, "combat is both a means to end conflict and a method of physical fitness and discipline. It teaches a person both how to survive a fight and also humility to know your weaknesses and improve in those areas. I wish to learn how to improve my own combat abilities, armed or otherwise. As for what I can bring to the lesson, I guess..." Airen paused, his mind still not made up as to whether or not he should reveal his swordsmanship. He didn't want to seem like he was gloating, but at the same time, he wanted to be useful.

"I can help...should the class ever want to learn...fencing or other forms of combat with a...sword..." he finished softly, looking down. The two sides of his mind offered different opinions on his choice. His logical, kind-hearted side told him that the added knowledge of how to hold one's own in a sword fight would help his comrades. His other, more self-deprecating side kept on pulling up scenarios where he would be either shunned, mocked, or simply looked at strangely and would wind up on the outside looking in. He bit the inside of his cheek and straightened himself up slightly. The damage was done, now to face the music.

The first to talk was surprisingly Miss Skye and he took her answer into consideration as she began to speak her mind. Her answer was a typical one, over all not that creative, but it was truthful. The typical answer for an Auror and he appreciate that they started off the bat with it. Smiling at her answer he figured he should give her some commentary.

"Thank you for volunteering your opinion Miss Skye, I appreciate you mentioning strategizing. It's a key part of combat, especially when you are asked to know, by the situation what the outcome needs to be. As for what you bring, I appreciate your full need to try and hope to see it as we go along."

Next was Miss Walters. His brow lifted at her sass; it was not appreciated. The first round he had liked her moxie, asking him to try out the obstacle course, but now her mouth could one day get her in trouble. He said nothing, let her keep talking but once she finished it was time.

"Very good Miss Walters, I appreciate you mentioning Muggle combat, which is something I wish for you all to learn. Your wand will not always be beside you at all times." turning back to her, his lips formed a straight line, "And I would suggest Miss Walters that you watch your mouth, I can only imagine how it could get you in trouble."

Turning back towards Mr. Sparrowhawk, he smiled immediately as he heard about sword usage. While dated, it was still a option for some, maybe smaller like a dagger, but one nonetheless. Walking over he patted his shoulder.

"His words are what you should take in. As he said, discipline is key, and Mr. Sparrowhawk, I have a feeling you will do very well in this class."

Smirking he looked back at the rest of his students and blew his whistle, signaling them to run as usual. He wanted to get their heart rates going and get the blood flowing. As they all ran off, he called out.

"Once you come back, I want you to start pushing those dummies. Do you see them? They are the exact same weight you are. Push them fifty feet, from the starting line (where placed) and to the opposing side fifty feet away. Once you are done, come back and we will begin with basic muggle combat techniques."

Airen listened to the professor's comments on each answer given. He felt a bit of pity for Brooke when the professor commented on her sass. However, he also saw how it could get people in trouble. Airen felt his face flush when the professor patted his shoulder and predicted that he would do very well in the class. While he was glad that the professor had the confidence in him to do well in this class, Airen still felt a bit uncomfortable with a sudden spotlight on him.

Needless to say, he was glad when the time came for the physical portion of the lesson. Airen immediately set off on his run. He kept a quick pace that would get his blood flowing but wouldn't drain him. He heard the professor point out the dummies that they would push, and Airen looked to the dummies. Fifty feet. Hmm... Airen thought to himself. If they weighed as much as himself, it certainly wouldn't be an easy task. However, it wouldn't be impossible either.

Completing the run, Airen made his way to the dummy furthest from him. More of a personal choice than anything else, Airen took a good look at the dummy, trying to figure out the best way to push it fifty feet. Airen set his left hand on the dummy's chest area, then he put his bent right arm over a larger area of the torso. Digging his feet into the ground, Airen began to push. I'm heavier than I thought, he smirked to himself. Keeping his footsteps firm, Airen pushed the dummy as fast as he could without getting tired. While he all but knew that he wouldn't be the first to cross the line, Airen was sure that he'd be one of the first.

Upon crossing the line, Airen straightened and made his way to the the combat arena, ready to fight.

Looking on as the professor started the lesson, Christian realized that the man was, in fact, their Headmaster. He hadn't put two and two together until just now, and the realization was a bit daunting. The man he'd written to, and gotten replies from, had seemed...older? Strict. But understanding in the end. He wondered how that would play out in a class like this.

As each student took their turn answering the questions posed to them, Christian felt more uneasy. He'd done well enough in Dueling, back at Hogwarts, but not spectacular. He lacked the will to show off, or to attack first, like some of his classmates. But where he fell short in those areas, he thrived in defense. In taking hits, strength and endurance. Other than that, though, he didn't really know what he could bring to the table that would impress anyone.

Luckily, he wouldn't have to show off his lack of talent. Ashworth was moving on with the lesson, and he was grateful. He set his bag down and followed after the other boy. While he hadn't gotten to know many students here, they were becoming familiar as he saw them in all his classes.

Staying behind, but relatively in stride with the boy, Christian could feel his under-used muscles waking up for the day. In Hogwarts, he'd spent a lot of time working out, being on the Quidditch team. Naturally toned, it was easy to keep himself in shape. But after a few years with new priorities, being a supporting boyfriend...and then a single father, he'd let things slide. But as he moved through the path they were on, he felt things falling back into place.

When they rounded back to the start, his breath was a bit harsh, but nothing he couldn't work with. Walking over to one of the dummies in the middle, he focused on his own work, not others. It never did him well to compare himself to what someone else could do. He didn't want to gloat, or end of feeling bad about his own abilities.

He gave an experimental push against the dummy with both hands. Jesus Christ! He knew he was built rather solidly but...this was going to be a bit harder. Instead of going for spead, he went with what he had: strength. Leaning in, he rested his right shoulder square in the center of the torso. One foot at a time, he focused on pacing. If he kept his stride steady, he'd hopefully not tire so easily.

It was rough, but his pace held, and he got there in a rather okay time. Face flushed, he jogged lightly back to the professor when he was done. Parts of his body ached that hadn't in a very long time, but there was a faint smile on his face. It felt good.

Arthur was glad the professor didn't seem to be upset by his lack of an answer. He honestly didn't know what the class would get from him and he hoped that not answering didn't effect his grade too badly. He had done some muggle self defence and wondered if he should have mentioned that.

But then the professor motioned for them to start running and he decided it was too late to worry about it. Running at a steady rhythm he wondered how he would knock the dummy down. He considered running into it as fast as he could but then he wasn't sure how much control he would have about how far it landed if he did that. And he might be too tried by the time he got to it to do any good.

Coming to the dummy he positioned his hands on its shoulders and tried to push it. I'm heavier than I thought, he thought. Gradually he did manage to push it to the correct distance although not as quickly as he would have liked to. Unsure of what his time was, he headed over to the professor for muggle combat.