WOO! Her LAST ever first lesson of the term. Zhenya arrived early-ish and gave her robes a quick lint-off before entering the class. They were super clean robes, after all. First use this term. Fresh from her trunk.

She took a seat and followed the familiar actions of every class; out came the quill, ink, parchment and textbook. Her wand was safe inside her robes. She rolled her neck around, then noticed there was a sign on the board. Following the instructions, she wrote her name and year.

Next she had to tap it with her wand. She pulled it out of her robes, and tapped her parchment, and smiled in amazement as it turned into a sturdy wood name plaque. "Awesome," she said, picking it up and looking at it. She set it back down on her desk.