The idea of a class being held in the Forbidden Forest was just too interesting to miss. And how much danger could there be if they were going with a Professor? Pffft. Shouldn’t be that bad. Or else Professor Bellaire wouldn’t have picked the Forbidden Forest, right? Riiiight? Of course, the girl told herself, but her thoughts were interrupted when she got closer to the other students already waiting in line. ‘Good evening, Professor’, the Ravenclaw said simply, and then positioned herself in the line.

Gwendolyn simply stood there with the other students, waiting for class to start. So far, from the place where she was standing, the fourth year couldn’t really see what was going on with the three people who were called in front, or who they were. Meh. Stupid height.