The drawings on the chalkboard hadn’t given Remy any ideas about what today’s lesson was about. She didn’t care much to guess as she fully entered the classroom and found her seat. “Good day, Professor.” Good day? Since when did first years say good day? Unlike the Professors apparent good mood, Remy was feeling the opposite, and she did not know why. Girl problems, huh?

Her eyes fell upon Emmerson Cambridge as she started to bang on about basilisks and Moaning Myrtle, and Remy couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her. The Professor would be DUMB to let HER swing the sword of Gryffindor, that’s for sure.