Sutton had been very concerned for days, ever since she first noticed Defense Against the Dark Arts on her schedule. The fact that the Dark Arts were so prominent that there needed to be a class about how to defend against them made Sutton kind of want to go back to thinking she was Muggle. At least then the scariest class she had to take was, like, public speaking.

Entering the room, the atmosphere did nothing to calm her nerves. Again, the fact that something was going to happen in this class that made it prudent for the professor to get them to relax for did not bode well for Sutton. Her eyes darted around, looking for a familiar face... Edmund, Logan, Belle? None of them seemed to be here yet. Maybe one of them would come in soon and decide to sit with her.

Shakily made her way around the room and sat down on one of the purple mats, hugging her bag to her front, preparing herself for the worst.