Fergersnout didn’t have too many rules when it came to her classroom but perhaps one of the most important was to arrive at her classroom on time. Young master Atreyu-Rehman was often one of the first to turn up. For this reason he received a brief nod of the head and a welcoming smile.

Ah. Mister Schultz certainly needed to refresh himself on the last rule of her classroom, frowning was absolutely not accepted. “Good morning Mr Schultz, perhaps we could retry that entrance with a little more pep?” She raised her eyebrow, or at least she attempted to but her eyebrows did not work independently of one another and they sort of knitted into a perplexed expression.

Thankfully Mr Ingebretson had started to even out the sides a little, she was concerned that the concentration of students to one side were going to be skewed. “Good morning!” she smiled back to the sixth year.

The next few students didn’t make a verbal greeting but that didn’t mean that she was going to ignore them. Instead she tilted her pointy hat at them each politely as they entered the classroom. She watched as they picked left and then right and right again. Ah. There goes her even split.

Fergersnout was pretty certain that there was nothing remotely difficult about making the decision between left and right, in fact it would make no difference with the level of education or opportunities the students would be receiving. “Mr Fox, you are causing a bit of a traffic jam behind you. There’s no wrong decision here, choose left or right.” Instead he looked a little like a fox in the headlights. Thankfully Miss Atreyu-Rehman had taken the matter in hand and guided Mr Fox to one side with her. “Perfect!” she nodded gratefully at the young Gryffindor.

The Professor was always grateful for receiving compliments about her attire, whether they were genuine or not. She never took great care in being fashionable to the times but she did enjoy expressing herself with her choices. “Thank you girls” she beamed. “Not quite so cheery this morning but the reason for that will become clear later.” Still she avoided plain black robes even when taking a more ‘serious’ role.

The next two students who entered both greeted her with some level of enthusiasm that Fergersnout was appreciative of. “Good morning Miss Rhodes, Master Hensley.” Her head bobbed in their direction.

Miss Walles might have been attempting to conceal her words to her friend but Fergersnout was very familiar with the concept of a stage whisper, one which sounded like it was quiet and yet the sound reverberated enough for the audience to hear. “I can assure you that this robe is of my own collection and not a dark artefact Miss Walles. Have you ever seen a Dark Wizard look so ~fabulous~” she chortled.

Miss Marchand, Fergersnout had grown to understand, was a bit of a history buff herself when it came to fashion choices. “Purple is my favourite” she commented. It was the colour of regality after all.