Iris walked into the Potions classroom, not at all happy that she was in one of her least favourite classes on her birthday. She looked around and saw that none of her friends were there. yet. She went to an empty bench and took her cauldron and everything out of her bag, very greatful that she had to carry the cauldron a couple of metres. She looked to the handful of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws who were already here, feeling glad that she wasn't one of them. Carrying a cauldron down 6, 7 flights of stairs and then taking it back UP them? haha. No thanks.