Elsa walked in, light thuds announced her arrival as she found her way to a table down the center of the room. First row was too much for her, but since potions was one of her favorite subjects so far, she needed to be close to the professor in order to suck in all the knowledge she could.

She could se Azura sitting with some friends and gave her a small wave of her hand from her seat.

Taking a few roles of parchment and a quill from her bag and crossing her legs under the table she checked her wrist for a hairband. Today she wore her hair loose around her face, but when brewing potions it was always best to keep the hair from her face - she learnt that the painful way.

A few more glances around the room told her the teacher was no where in sight so she dribbled a few swirls in the top corner of her parchment.