Emmanuelle was, quite frankly, distracted when she walked into the History of Magic classroom. First the desks were in groups. She hated group activities. All they did was remind her that she really hadn't made many friends in her time here. Which made her slightly sad. Secondly, there were random objects placed on said groups of desks. Now, she considered herself a reasonably bright seventeen year old, but even she couldn't figure out what it all meant. And the third thing? Well, that would just distract anyone. Their professor was standing at the front of the class. In a wetsuit. And what's more, appearently the class had to change into wetsuits, too. Oi. Now, Em wasn't worried for herself, no. She knew she would look good. It was just one of those true facts. Nope, she was worried about those who wouldn't look as good.

Still, though, this wasn't enough to wipe the cheery smile that she'd awoken this morning with off her face. Nope, this just made her smile just that much cheerier. Yep, she had the chance to make those who may have not kept up with their exercise, jealous. Because Em had kept up with hers, that's for sure. "Hello, professor," she chirped, walking to the correct box. She picked out the perfect wetsuit (because, even if they were all the same color, there were, of course, slight variations) and went in to room on the right to change.

Once she was done with that, Em found herself a desk and sat at it, waiting to see who would join her. Sitting in such a way that slightly showed off her still athletic figure. She may giggled slightly at seeing a follow classmate trying to keep her breakfast down. Really, one should never turn themselves into pigs over food. That was how people got fat.