Remy was really looking forward to today's lesson, mostly because they were dressing up. She didn't really have a costume to wear, as such, despite usually preparing for such holidays. Instead, she arranged her clothes, make up and even sported a black wig to make up a gothic princess kinda look. Remy thought she looked 'the bomb' when in the dormitory. Walking down to class, however, she couldn't have felt more stupid.

Thankfully some of the other students were making some sort of effort, too.

Her face lit up at the decorated room. She liked Transfiguration anyway, but the professor had got some major plus points after putting this on. "Hello, Professor Carton." She greeted, before finding a seat near the front of the class. She scratched her itchy head as she sat (wig problems.)