Violet registered the mats and the absence of desks right away upon entering the room for Transfiguration. Sigh. Another class of sitting on the floor--apparently the professors seemed to think students would like that sort of thing, but as a fully grown-up nineteen-year-old, Violet felt it was undignified. However, needs must. "Hello, Professor Carton," she greeted her teacher, looking curiously at the door behind him but not quite daring to try the handle with the man standing right there. Instead she made her way to one of the mats on the far edge of the room, near enough for her to try to examine one of the glass walls from a distance.