It was time for Divination. Zhenya made her way to the Divination classroom and entered. The smell was almost overpowering, but it was pleasant enough. She had her things in her pocket, but she was a bit hesitant to give them up. She didn't want to.

There was the Professor, who Zhenya had not yet met. Mmm, she was sipping tea. Zhenya liked tea, and she hoped they would be drinking tea during the lesson.
"H-hello Professor. I'm Zhenya Burton, a fifth year Slytherin. I just wanted to introduce myself," she said to the Professor, hoping she was a nice one. She had a few awful Professors back in Russia, and the odd few here as well. At least she got to speak English here, though.

She walked to where she needed to deposit her items, and first pulled out her book. It was amongst the items her Grandpapi had left her in his will. It was a book about Herbology and Creatures, oddly enough, all in Russian. It was something he used almost every day to create his garden and his hobby farm. She placed it carefully into the basket, hoping no harm would come to it.

Now, her proudest moment. She took the piece of paper from her pocket and dropped it into the cup.

Yes, she was proud of that. She didn't want to, but she did. She braved the fact she wouldn't know anyone, would be hugely behind in her school work, and had a permanently damaged hand.