Remy lazily watched everyone enter the classroom and greeting the professor, not really paying much attention to their faces but keeping a little eye out for certain vips. Soon enough, class was starting, and Remy shifted uncomfortably in her seat to sit up properly.

So the snake drawing was something to do with Salazar Slytherin - that should have been obvious, oops. The name Sacred Twenty-Eight did ring a bell, but she didn’t know enough to comment, so she felt herself slouching a little again.

Where was the bread at? This Gryffindor neeeeeded it.