Juliette walked into the History of Magic classroom, her hopes not all too high. She hated the muggle history she had been subjected to before she came to Hogwarts, but maybe that was because they learned the same thing every year. She could probably recite by heart what she had learned so far in history class. She hoped History of Magic would be different, or this was going to be twice as boring as normal history. Although it was called History of Magic.
Walking to a desk around the back of the room, she heard a soft crunch of leaves under her feet. Leaves? She knew to expect anything at this school, but leaves where not normally in classrooms, even at Hogwarts. She looked down at the browns and reds and greens strewn across the floor. Some where broken by footsteps, some where intact, but they all had the look of something blown in by accident by an open window. A soft breeze confirmed this as it hit her face and made her smile.
She sat down at the empty table she was going to and strewn her bag over the back of the chair she sat down at, noticing a train sitting stationary on her desk. It looked familiar, but she couldn't place where she knew it, and decided it wasn't going to be all that important right now to figure it out. Instead, she looked around the rest of the classroom, and noticed that everyone had these trains, although the one on the professors desk was the only one that was moving. So they lesson was going to be about trains? Magic.... Trains... the Hogwarts Express! Where they going to talk about the train crash this year? Because hearing from older students, this was the first time this had happened. Hopefully they wheren't going to talk about the history of trains, or she was going to fall asleep, head in her hands and textbook open to the wrong page style. It wasn't that she was a bad student or anything either, she just suspected that the history of trains would put any student to sleep. |