Madge Always liked to arrive in class early. She still wasn't quite sure how she felt about the Potions professor, although she had been to the class every time she had it scheduled. It took her a lot time to really get a feel for people. She popped into the classroom and made her way to the seat she usually sat at, about the middle of the classroom, not too far front and not too far back either.

She laid down her tattered first year potions book, her quill and ink, as well as her note parchment.Then she set the small wooden crate that read "Potions" on he side onto her desk. These were the equipment she had bought in Diagon Alley in the second-hand shops, or from her grandmothers basement. Everything she owned was second hand... except for her shiny black buckle shoes. once everything was on her desk she whipped off her school cloak and folded it neatly over her chair and then went to the overcrowded wall of lab coats and retrieved hers, and pulled it on.

She returned to her desk and began to unload her potions crate just so - her cauldron (standard size 2 Pewter, of course), her scales, and everything else they used for most lessons. And once everything was set up neatly and in an intuitive working set-up, she slid the crate under her desk.

She looked up tot he desk and saw that the professors rat was there. Madge loved animals, so she smiled at her and said "Good Day, madame Curie." she gave a small giggle, the joke never seemed to get old for her. Or was her name a pun? Madge wasn't quite sure on the definition of pun... so possibly.