Oh, it was warm in here! The roaring fire was welcoming, although she didn't head all the way to the back of the classroom, and instead settled for a seat near Paige. "Hey Professeh!" she greeted with a smile as she pulled off her ripped, woollen, finger-less gloves and placed them on her desk. They were fraying badly, but she didn't want to get her only other smart pair messed up. Next to come off was her House scarf, which she hung carefully over the back of her chair, almost as if it was made of the most delicate and exquisite silk. This was her nice one, a present from Dora, since she'd ruined her previous one tree climbing last year.

Now adequately de-robed, Sam took her seat and rummaged in her bag. Where WAS her pencil?