Sitting next to Willow, Melina couldn't help but feel anxious towards the classroom and the woman who was now their teacher. This was all nothing but too strange for her and she was certain that did not happen just because she was a muggleborn for she could see some uneasiness reflected on the faces of other girls. The last time she had been treated in such a way by teachers was when she was... what? Nine? Or perhaps even at younger age! So of course she felt distressed!

Distressed, worried and.. sad. The presence of cookies in the room reminded her of Allen. Sigh. She had to forget him for now and get focused on getting points for her house since they seemed to be in need of that.

And so, she looked back at the scary teacher and tried to make herself look as normal as ever. "I'm Melina Roscoe, ma'am," She spoke, unwilling to call the woman Miss Sophie or whatever she had asked them to call her. "I'm a first year and I don't know what my favourite cookie is." What did cookies have to do with potions though? Maybe they were going to... poison them?