Make an entrance. She always tried to come up with some ah-mazing idea to making her entrance. She normally just done a lot of flips and cartwheels. One time she even walked into the classroom on her hands. She wanted to one up those ones and do something that no one would expect from her. Which that was hard. Who knew what to expect from her really?

Making the trek down through the cobwebbed filled halls she headed into the history of magic classroom with a big grin on her face.

[size="3"]"Gooooood morning, History of Magic!!!." and Jazz fingers. Hehehe. She looked around and blinked. Craaaap. Or not. She was late? How was she late? She turned to Professor Glendower "I'm so sorry, professor Glendower." Maybe she got the time wrong on the lesson.

The sixth year flopped into the closest empty desk. Great way to make an entrance, Bayless. Now where were they in the lesson? What were they learning today?