Nana Ichihara was not the kind to show anxiety, or nerves. Cool, calm, collected, these were things she strived to be at all times no matter what situation she might find herself in. Nonetheless, she was nervous as hell as she made her way to the staff table and her assigned seat.

Hogwarts: Prestigious, beautiful and dangerous. The next great adventure. These were the walls that had seen greatness. Rowena Ravenclaw, Merlin, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Harry Potter, Abraham Botros... Her Predecessor Preston Kingsley...

And now here she was to shape Europe's best and brightest. To teach in these hallowed classrooms. It was an honor she did not take lately. Taking her seat, Nana surveyed the sea of students as they came filing in, her dark eyes wide with wonder. "Amaterasu... " Nana muttered softly to herself. She had never beheld so many students.