Daisy pulled her legs into the lotus position. From the amount of times they'd had to do it in DADA, it was becoming almost natural and comfortable. Not that it stopped her finding it a little weird. How would sitting like a lotus flower make her learning better? It still seemed to give half of the class dead legs by the end of the lesson.

She looked up at the professor, pulling several sheets of parchment from her bag, trying to keep in the position as she searched frantically for her notes. They had to be in there somewhere, she had written them. Head almost inside of the bag, she half listened as everyone else started to answer the Professor's questions.