And of course, this Slytherin wasn't going to be late for this lesson. Honestly, when was she ever late for Defense Against the Dark Arts?

Vivian, in her usually happy mood for this class (except perhaps for her obvious tired features all thanks to being a fifth year), skipped into the classroom. "Good morning, Professor Hirsch!" The blond greeted him with her signature Fairfield grin. But then immediately, her eyes fell on that... box. That was wriggling. "What's in that box, Professor? Why is it moving?" Oh no, that didn't look good. Not that she didn't trust Hirsch for this, but anything inanimate that happened to be moving wasn't usually a good sign.

But first, her DADA song! "But I keep cruising, can't stop, won't stop moving..." Vivian swayed her head side to side as she sang, and went to go sit beside Junia. She got finger wiggles from the blond. "It's like I got this music in my mind, saying it's gonna be alright!" Honestly, she didn't know why that song fell into her head, but it was probably because the creatures, possibly, inside the box were shaking it off. Get it?