Penelope lint-rolled her clothes before entering the classroom. She was fairly sure that her robes were cleanish, but was unsurprised to find lint and hair coming off of her clothes when she used the lint roller.

It was still really cold. Wasn't it supposed to be getting a lot warmer?

Entering the room, lint free, she greeted the professor. "Good afternoon, professor." She took a seat in the middle of the room. It looked like they would be doing something with balloons today. The professor's balloon was really squeaky. No, no, no, no. Sounds like that were horrible. Why did she have to be here with squeaky balloons? Penelope did not like squeaky balloon sounds, and hated the sound of balloons popping even more.