As this oddly continuing winter (it's was March, it should be getting warmer!) progressed, Layla's wardrobe had taken a turn from 'skier chic' to 'just trying to stay warm' ridiculousness. Case in point was today's outfit, which consisted of an electric Snuggie thrown on over her uniform with a trench coat covering that. It may have looked stupid, but she was sure to be warmer than her classmates who, from what she could tell as she quickly ran the lint roller over her clothes, had stuck to just their uniforms. Oh well, their loss of limbs to frostbite.

Stepping into the room, it was impossible to miss the horrible sound of squeaking balloons. Which was Professor Flamsteed trying to make a balloon animal, apparently. "Hello, professor."

And apparently they were going to be working with balloons this lesson, since as she took a seat, she noticed the package of balloons on the desk. As long as they could use a spell when blowing them up, all was good.