Blink blink. Bliiiink. Something was different. Norah narrowed her eyes and scanned the room, searching for a difference. Ah, no stands for the cauldrons. WAIT. NO stands for the cauldrons? She walked to the nearest seat and slumped down into it. What was the fun of potions if they weren't even gonna brew anything? Deciding to try and make the best of it now that she had gone down ALL those stairs to get to the dungeons, she sat up a little straighter and began to pull out her note-taking things. Bleh. "Hello, sir." THAT'S RIGHT she had remembered her manners. Culloden did get a lot of pouty faces today, uh-huh.