Emmanuelle, a straggler? Pfffft! Not unless straggler suddenly meant two minutes early. And if it did, she hadn't gotten the memo. Anyway, as she walked into the class, the first thing she noticed was the cubby bins. Thank Merlin! She hurried over to stuff her duffle bag in one, before hurrying over to the table with the name tags. She hurriedly scribbled Emmanuelle Moreau on a Slytherin one (making sure it was legible still, of course). Having done that, she found herself a spot a good distance from anyone else. Wouldn't want to hit anyone, after all. "Hello, Ms. Kettleburn," she greeted before starting to stretch.