The eleven year old skipped her way to the Transfiguration classroom, but stopped at the entrance. Her daddy said that to make a proper impression she needed to act civilized? Oh well, she forgot. The girl patted her uniform skirt for any invisible lent and walked into the classroom.

The music reached her ears. It was loud, but it was nice. Why was there music, eh? Her brain began to work and she looked around the classroom. What if the professor was trying to get them all to sleep and then brainwash them?

HMM?

Giving the man a polite nod, Peyton went to sit in the front row. She wanted to see what this man was up to. AND, he wasn't smiling. What was it with the professors at this school. Didn't they like smile or something?

She was going to teach them how to smile, hehe?

SMILE.