So this was exciting. Exciting and.... strange.

Ophelia had always liked the mythos, asking her mom to read those stories to her when she was a little child. Indeed, a small blonde in small child shorts and matching top with matching headband --everything matched on kids, did anyone notice that-- running up to her mom with a textbook the size of her entire waist must have made the lady happy, the now thirteen year old recalled just liking the stories. Stories of families fighting --everyone in the stories were related somehow-- and stories with moral implications. It was like watching the world's biggest and oldest cage match.

But this, this was.... interesting. A guy named Apollo. Not anything TOO weird, as the Ravenclaw always regarded her own Ophelia as a weird name, but it was a bit too on-the-nose for her liking. A guy named Apollo teaching Mythology? How fitting.

Her name was supposed to come after a person from Shakespeare who was apparently beautiful and innocent. SCOFF. She could see beautiful, possibly, but innocent? You were talking to a professional prank player here. She was the least innocent out of the entire family. Hah. Great name giving, MOM.

Anyway, taking the small slip of paper, the third year wrote down all of her information.

Ophelia Clarke
Ravenclaw
Third year

and then waited for the seminar with the aptly named person to start.