Torii was really nervous. She'd tried to will herself to push the nervousness to the back of her mind, but the moment she'd stepped out the common room and headed toward the class, she'd honestly felt sick. She was still fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall every time she thought about her mom, her dad, and her school--Ilvermorny. Yes, Ilvermorny was still her school. She was claiming that. She hadn't wanted Hogwarts, and she still didn't want it now.

At least she was on time. Or, at least, she thought she was. When she entered the classroom, she started second guessing herself. It was...nighttime? And they were in a bog? ... Hinkypunks? If so, that only added to her nervousness, and she felt her stomach flutter at the thought. Noticing the Headmaster nearby, lantern in hand, the fourth year looked up at him. "Hello, Headmaster," she said, her voice a mix of a whisper and a normal tone. With that, she stepped out of the way, although she did stay kind of in the proximity of the Headmaster.