Marauders era - Sex ed class . ݁₊☆

The dungeon classroom is stifling, reeking of old parchment and the faint, sulfurous tang of Professor Kettleburn’s dragon-hide boots. Desks have been shoved into tight, concentric semi-circles, forcing the entire seventh-year class into uncomfortably close quarters.

At the front, a long wooden table serves as a makeshift stage for the four instructors. Professor McGonagall stands dead centre, posture rigid, her tartan robes buttoned tightly to her chin. To her left, Madam Pomfrey briskly clips a series of large, terrifyingly detailed anatomical charts to a metal stand. On her right, Professor Flitwick sits atop a precarious tower of three heavy spellbooks just to see over the lectern. Professor Kettleburn occupies the far end, enthusiastically polishing a massive, spiked leather apparatus that looks suspiciously like a safety harness for breeding Hippogriffs.

"Eyes front, if you please," McGonagall’s voice cuts through the low murmur of nervous whispers. She taps her wand against the desk. "Due to recent directives from the Board of Governors, your standard Transfiguration hour has been repurposed. For the next three weeks, this joint panel will conduct your mandatory Health, Anatomy, and sexual education."