As his students piled into the classroom, Cameron greeted them all with a smile and a hello, as they took their seats. Even though things weren't as bright or easy as they could be, Cameron tried to keep everyone in a good mood. Unfortunately, it was raining outside, and the quidditch pitch was muddy and slippery, making it hard for the students to take off. So, he decided to let them do some book work for class, so that they could still learn some things about flying without actually having to fly. He looked around the room to make sure everyone was there and noticed someone was missing. The young woman had missed or been late to quite a few of his classes lately, and he was starting to get worried about her. "Does anyone know where Anya is?" he asked, looking around at his class. A Ravenclaw girl raised her hand, and Cameron nodded, letting her know it was alright for her to speak. "She's being punished right now," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I don't know what for, but she was stopped in the hallway just before we got here." Cameron sighed, then opened his textbook. "Alright, everyone, open to page 52," he stated, his tone soft. It wasn't hard to tell that he was upset. As much as the man wanted to go and help the girl out, it wasn't that simple. The Death Eaters had control of Hogwarts, and the staff there had no say in what went on anymore.<|im_end|>
Anya spent most of Camron's class being "punished". It was the downfall of being who she was... She was finally let go and she walked, or most would say limped, to his class. Her head throbbing and her body sore from the intense punishing regimen that the Carrow siblings had been using against her. Some of their favorites were using the Cruciatus curse, and corporal punishment which included beatings and cutting with knives. So it wasn't a strange sight to see Anya come to class with her face bruised, or a cut or two here and there. She walked into Camron's class, feeling horrible because she was once again late. She didn't make it for most of the lecture. Using her hand to guide her into a seat. Since her walking stick had been taken. She had a rather nasty bruise sitting on and above her right eyebrow, and a small split in the skin was slowly leaking blood.
"I'm terribly sorry Professor," Anya said apologetically. Her voice so soft, so sweet. How she had been cursed with a monster's bloodline no one could understand. It was a true case of nature versus nurture.<|im_end|>