Delilah strolled into the classroom. She didn't know if it was the tasty lunch she'd just had, or if it was the burst of fresh air. She was in a good mood, though. "Hello, Professor," she said, passing by the lady as she read through some magazine about Healers.

BORING.

There was also a box there, but Delilah knew better than to ask any questions about it. Wasn't there always some box, sheet, wall, blanket, etc. covering up something as the students walked in? It was like some rite of passage or something. Delilah slid into an empty seats and started the process of just staring around the room until something else happened.