First thing Sarah noticed as she entered was the music. She liked the music... There were different music in ones life that other people merely classified as sounds or noises, yet to Sarah there was music in rythmatic breathing of a sleeping infant, there was a tune played by the sound of the laughter of little children. Even the sound of the water flowing fromher wand was music... yet this music that was playing was nice. Upon hearing the marching tunes she began to march like a disciplined soldier or a member of a marching band into the room. Even if Sarah was in a bad mood, the music would have cheered her up as music always did.
"Hello Professor! I like this music..." then Sarah recognized some familiar anthems.. "ooh, I like anthem music!" she said. "By the way, all that knowledge on Super Heros I gleaned from last year helped me in the first history of magic class of this year." She then took a seat... she liked the colour combination.. it was either American, British or Austrailian or anyother one. Some of Sarah's maternal ancestors lived in America during the 20th century, so she was still proud of that blood.