Gwen entered the Potions classroom carefully. She had to admit that, despite the absurdity of the last class and homework, that she had rather enjoyed singing about crocodile hearts. She was relieved to see cauldrons on their desks (in the blaringly PINK classroom) this time; hopefully they'd get to brew something.

She took a cauldron at the front and settled her bag beside her. "Hello, Professor." Must be polite to the Ministry hags professors.