To be honest, Zara was sure how she felt about Defence against the Dark Arts. Yes, she found it interesting but was she supposed to like it or not. Every time she had tried to ask anyone in her family about it, she was always answered with blank stares and a very quick change of subject. There was something they weren’t telling her and that kind of made her want to know more. So maybe she was supposed to like it the subject.

Walking through the classroom doorway, she glanced around and blinked. This wasn’t what she was expecting, but then again she didn’t even know what she was supposed to expect. With a shrug, she continued on her way toward an unoccupied mat and cushion near the middle. Setting her bag down beside the mat, she settled down atop the mat and turned her attention to the front. "Hello Professor Hirsch," she grinned and offered a small wave.

Glancing around the room again, her eyes settled on the covered long tables and her head tilted in thought. What could be on the tables and why were they covered for. All kinds of questions were now running through her head!