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TakemetotheBurrow 
Ella entered the History of Magic classroom with a smile, mostly because she was eager to hear the rest of the information that was withheld last class. She had even made a trip to the library to do some reading on Atlantis and was even more curious now.
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Wait, what? Professor Scabior in a wet suit...was an interesting sight. Ella eyed him curiously before giving him a small smile. "Hi Professor, cool suit." Her eyes then traveled to the board, which instructed her to get into one too. Were they going to be swimming in the lake again? EEP! What about the grindylows! At least Ella was a bit more prepared now that she was doing those for her project in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Bending down, she picked up a wet suit from the box that was marked for the girls and headed for the changing room.
When the small blonde emerged, she couldn't help wriggling her body a bit. Who knew wet suits were SO hard to put on? And wait! How was she meant to get it off once they were done...doing whatever they were doing. She was totally going to kill herself trying. Mhmm.
Heading towards one of the groups of desks, Ella noticed the different items that were placed there. Hmm. That was curious. She headed towards the group of desks closest to the window and leaned against the one nearest to her quietly, imagination running wild with ideas about what they might be in for during this lesson.
Bouncing along to the History of Magic classroom, Darwin slid inside and grinned and Professor Scabior.
"'Ello Professor," he said, before his eyes moved down to what the man was wearing. A wetsuit. The thing that divers and surfers and that kind of people wore. And their professor, obviously, too. His eyes flicked to the information on the board, and then moved down to the boxes.
And the thing that he was going to be wearing today, apparently.
He picked one up, a bemused expression crossing his face, and then made his way into the boys changing rooms. Were they going into the lake this lesson? He couldn't think of any other explanation for the attire, but then again, this school was always full of surprises. After changing, the boy emerged from the changing rooms and looked around the classroom in an attempt to find somewhere to sit. There weren't many people there, but spotting someone who looked about his age he wriggled his way across the room in a rather uncomfortable fashion.
Was he wearing this thing right?
"Hey, um, is anyone sitting here?" he said, nodding at the seat opposite her. Because if someone was, he could totally find somewhere else to sit.