Nia entered the classroom, her blonde hair falling in curls acrss her shoulders and clipped back from her face with fluttering butterfly slides. "Hi Professor Lupa," she said as she made her way past the teacher's desk and to a desk in the middle row. As she did so, she noted how tired the Runes Professor looked. With a warm smile to her, Nia slid into her chair and pulled a quill and parchment from her bag.