Contessa glided into the classroom. She looked at the professor. "Gooooood morning, Professor." The young Slytherin was excited for class. Tessa plopped down in a seat and glanced at the board. She took out her parchment and wrote the two words down before absentmindedly tracing the rune that was on her desk. She sighed and twirled her quill, not noticing the few drops of ink that landed on her parchment. She hummed a little as she glanced out into space.