It was not too surprising to walk into a room where there were no chairs or desks. It happened often enough at Hogwarts. It usually meant that something exciting was going to happen as part of that lesson. That was especially true for Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was a class that Olly liked, and he was looking forward to meeting the new professor. He hadn't really gotten to know the old one very well, so he didn't miss him much. Sure, he was a good professor. But this guy would be too, otherwise he wouldn't have been hired, right? Right.

For one wild moment, Olly thought the nametags on the cushions were actually the names of the cushions. That would have been interesting, but the actual reason made a lot more sense. Olly selected one on the far right, not next to anyone in the room. He didn't know any of them, except for that one boy who he would not want to sit next to anyway.

"Hello Professor," he greeted. What was his name? He wasn't wearing a nametag. With that thought, Olly picked up the one on his cushion and took out his quill before scribbling down his name and sticking it on the front of his robes. There.