"Yeah, I did. First year it was Professor Quirrel, then Professor Lockhart, then Professor Lupin...and fake Professor Moody, and then Umbridge, Snape and that wretched Carrow. He was the worst, of course, worse even than Umbridge or Snape, or even Quirrel with Voldemort under his turban. Your parents never had him, though, that's the year they were out destroying Horcruxes. I...kind of led a little rebellion against the Carrows, though, and I've still got some of the scars to prove it. I don't know why they didn't just kill me sometimes, unless it was because I'm pureblood or something ridiculous like that."
He shook his head at the memory, remembering that as the year - and the time - that he'd really learned to stand up for himself, and for others. At least as well as he ever would.
"Guess Dark Arts aren't as important in your day, though. Which is good."
He raised an eyebrow at her with a slight smile.
"So what is it that you do? You're out of Hogwarts now, right?"