Wand in her pocket (hey, she didn't care how many wizards had lost butt cheeks doing that, she was a witch and therefore, exempt), Emmanuelle entered the Arithmancy classroom with a smile. After all, if she didn't smile, she'd cry and she was sick of that. Yep. Anyway, she chose herself a seat and sat. And stared at the box beside the professor. What was in there? Were they going to have to put their hands in it? If that was the case, hopefully Myrtle wouldn't come in and ruin things like the last time they did that exercise. Agh, that was horrible.

"Hello, professor," she greeted, still wondering about the box.