Bronislava was unable to get a certain song out of her head as she walked towards the Arithmancy classroom and she hoped that listening to the lesson or some other distraction would help remove it from her subconscious.

Awkward. The Durmstrang girl gave the older man a look as she edged around him to walk in the classroom. And he seemed to give her a look back. A very scrutinizing one. Was it because she was from another school? Or perhaps he was on his guard after what had happened in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She was sure the staff talked amongst themselves about things like that.

She didn't give it any more thought though and she took a seat, glancing first at the measuring tape at her desk then up at the board to view the instructions. Books and bag were already there. Lucky number? Alright. She watched as a few other students followed the instructions then she meandered over to the board herself.

It was what was on her mind, after all.