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Ayana was just late enough to be properly flustered about it. Nothing had seemed to go right today. Between almost losing an entire class' homework, a calculator emergency and seemingly having no appropriate clothes all of a sudden, the Arithmancy professor quickly jogged strode in and saw that they hadn't started yet.
She sighed in relief, and looked towards the headmaster as he instructed the students to split into pairs. She took this time to do a brief headcount of her Ravenclaws, noting some prominent faces that were missing and making a mental note to tell her prefects to stress the importance of these lessons. No dance instruction, no ball. She was already anticipating fights at the door.
Once she was done with counting her students, Ayana nodded over at Schmoe and Nostradamus - no, Nostradame, de Nostradame - in greeting. Was he related to Nostradamus? Ayana had never actually thought to ask. But, that was for later. Time to prepare to be stepped on by uncoordinated teenagers.
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