Who was pounding on her door? Frowning Professor Bellaire got up from her seat and walked to the door. Honestly, she barely had time to unpack her trunk before the students came knocking. It had better be important.

She creaked the door open and looked outside. Her hands immediately went to her hips.

"Make yourself appropriate." She pointed to the mirror. "Honestly you students never learn. When you're done cleaning yourself up you may enter my office." She turned away but left her door open.