Tobi entered the quietly, pausing to take off his shoes and socks. He glanced down, like the rest of him, his feet were rather large. He thought they only looked larger outside the confines of his shoes.

"I rather look like I'm wearing flippers..." He assessed.

Raiden stepped quietly into the History of Magic classroom, stopping as he noticed the message. No shoes or socks? How...odd. He slipped out of his shoes easily, then tugged his socks off, nearly falling over as he balanced on one foot to yank his right sock off. Hopefully his feet wouldn't get too cold... He balanced himself again and moved toward the front of the room, looking with interest at the desk organization. How... odd.

"O-oh." Raiden finally noticed the man sitting in the chair and his cheeks turned pink. "H-hello!"

He set his bag down on a desk in the front, at the very closest he could get to the middle of the row. The disorganized yet still somehow organized row...

Chris stood outside the door to the History of Magic classroom and read the sign. He then took his shoes and socks of and placed them by the door and then walked in.

Anna stood outside the door to the History of Magic classroom and sighed. She was nervous---really nervous. It was now the moment she'd been dreading since she'd first seen Professor Truebridge at the Welcoming Feast. Anna had sort of, kind of, maybe told the Professor a few white lies while in Diagon Alley, and he'd found out the truth at the feast. Now it was time to face him, knowing she'd once lied to him. A part of her kept saying that her little white lies didn't count, though. She didn't know he was a professor at the time, after all. That still didn't make today's class any easier.

Sighing for a second time, Anna started to head into class when she noticed a message decorating the doorway. Shaking her head, wondering what was going on, Anna took off her shoes and socks and left them by the door. Thank Merlin she'd painted her toenails a nice rose pink last night. Seeing that she now met the requirements, Anna headed into the class. "Goodday,Professor," she mumbled, as quickly as she could. She didn't dare look at him, though. In her nervousness, and without thinking, Anna plopped down in the first seat she could come to---front and center. At least the desk wasn't really facing the front, though...for whatever reason. Anna wasn't going to move, though. She was too nervous. In her state, she'd probably fall and break something important---like her leg or arm or something.

John Entered The room and removed his shoes and socks and put them aside ...
he looked at the teacher`s shoes he thought he could know more about if he looked at the shoes by they gave him no more information...
So he just sat at the second row...
waiting for the class to begin ...

Finally. For once Alexis did NOT have to rush to class. This was a first in all of her seven years at Hogwarts. Walking into the History of Magic classroom Alexis noticed that it seemed cooler than usually. Looking around she saw that all the windows were open. She also saw a sign on the door.

No shoes....or socks? Back tracking into the hallway Alexis quickly took her shoes off and stuffed her socks inside them. This was super weird. But they we're at Hogwarts so she couldn't expect less. "Hello Sir!" The seventh year said happily as she walked back into the classroom. Sitting down at one of the weirdly placed desks Alexis opened up her bag and took out a quill and parchment

Lasca took of her shoes and socks and then entered the classroom. She took in the unorganized look of the room but shrugged. Finding a seat she dropped her bag beside her and sat down. She didn't see anyone she knew, so she sighed and watched as more students entered the classroom.

Cale walked into the room and looked at the notice posted on the door. No shoes or socks? Thank goodness Cale had read the notice that the professor had posted in his common room last night--being the incredibly self conscious person that he was, he had taken extra care to make sure his feet didn't look disgusting. Not that he had gross feet or anything, but he didn't want to take a risk.

He walked in and gave a small wave at the professor. "Hi Professor," he said with a smile before taking a seat next to Anna.

Realizing he was in danger of blocking the entrance, Tobi stopped staring at his boat-sized feet and he took a seat towards the back of the class. He was among the first to arrive. An idea that sat well with him, considering that he used to be perpetually late, or miss his classes all together.

Nope this year was going to be different. He was a Seventh Year. Top of the pile. He would answer questions in class. He would win more house points than he lost. He would stay away from that new DADA teacher (this was perhaps the most important goal.)

Sakura quickly removed her shoes and socks from her dainty feet before walking over to an empty desk, she smiled at a boy who's name she thought was something like Cam, well either way she knew that he was a Slytherin.

She removed her parchment, text-book, quill and ink from her bag waiting for the lesson to start.

Jack walked in barefoot "Hi?"

Cam looked at the message on the door and raised a brow. Take off his shoes? What the heck did that have anything to do with history?! But oh well, he probably had to since it was the only way to get in the classroom. That and because he wanted to earn some points for his house today. Ehh... Taking off his socks and shoes he entered the classroom and took a seat. His feet felt somewhat exposed.

"Hello Professor."

Clifford strolled into the first class of term - History of Magic. History of Magic wasn't exactly one of this strongest subjects ... then again, what subject was? Heh.

He came to an abrupt stop when he read the sign on the door. They - They weren't allowed to wear shoes or socks? Okay, now that was kinda freakeh. Oh well, if the Professor wanted to smell his stinky feet then fine. Shrugging to himself, Clifford kicked off his shoes and socks and headed barefoot into the classroom.

This was going to be one heck of a cheesy lesson. Ew.

William stood outside the door of the history classroom and read the sign. A quirk of his eyebrow was the only indication of his understanding but he did as he was told. Taking off his shoes he put them beside the wall taking off his socks and frowning as he put them in a small bundle in the left shoe.

Walking in barefoot William looked around a bit shy as he noticed the professor and smiled a bit. Standing there he looked around curious as to how this class would go. One thing was for sure it would be interesting he hoped. Sitting in the middle he put his book bag down and looked up ready.

Vanessa wandered towards the history of magic classroom, and just before she walked in noticed the sign on the door. Looking a little puzzled the small hufflepuff took her shoes and socks off, and placed from by the door, hoping that nobody had smelly feet. That would not be nice. She then moved into the classroom, noting that her toe nails were painted yellow and green. Nice match?
"Hello Professor," She smiled as she took a seat.

The second class in the term had begun and Varius was slightly excited about this one. Sure enough there was still no magic to be found in this lesson, just as there was none in that class that involved them counting up numbers. However, the school would not have them doing these subjects if they were likely to be unnecessary or pointless... or so he hoped.

Arriving at the door, he had not expected to have to remove his shoes and socks, but obliged anyway. He felt it admirable that Professor Truebridge was enforcing hygiene and cleanliness within his classroom... despite the odd couple of Slytherin's feet stinking out the place.

Getting over the odor, he took his seat and got himself prepared. Prepared for notes, for answering questions and most importantly, prepared to discover rare and useless facts in order to satisfy that certain aspect of curiousity he held within his mind. By golly, he loved Hogwarts.

Just as she was about to walk through the door,Whitney saw a sign saying to take off her shoes and socks. 'Um,okaii?' She was already confused, great. Slowly walking inside she saw a few others that she knew,Raiden,Camira,Ana and Cale being part of them. She simply walked over to them and sat down without a word. The last thing she wanted to do was lose points for talking,especially not after all of the points that had already been lost. She was planning on earning at least a few points in the class, and all of the points for the homework. Sitting quietly,she looked around,waiting for class to start.

'Take my shoes and socks off? Eww...' Not that she had bad feet, Freya just disliked walking around barefoot; especially on floors where other people brought who knew what into the room....feet were gross enough already. Nevertheless, Freya removed her socks and shoes and left them near the entrance. She walked farther into the classroom and took a seat near the front. Looking around, Freya spotted Chris and gave him a brief wave before placing her notes, quill and wand on the space in front of her.

Glancing around Freya noticed, 'Nothing is straight...' Her urge to get up and fix things was overpowered by wanting to be polite. There was no way that the professor would let something like this happen unintended, so Freya left things alone. 'I'm going to go insane.' She thought as she straightened everything on her desk.

Kaitlynn stood in the doorway and read the sign before she entered. She bent down and took off her shoes and then her socks and tucked them inside her shoes. She then made her way into the class room and made her way to an empty desk, ready to start.

After she had taken her seat she took a look around the room, she didn't see anyone that she knew, but some of them looked to be about her age.

Er... What? Eva stood at the door, her mouth opened without making a sound. She immediately had some thoughts abut this new teachers. Relunctantly, she took her shoes and her socks of. That sort of weird habits was what made her like Muggle Studies lessons. Muggles didn't have this type of attitude.

Feeling the cool floor under her feet, Eva walked over to the middle of the classroom and found an empty desk.
"Good morning, Professor." she greeted as she sat down. The fifteen year old girl took her quill and opened her notebook quietly. That man sat on the teacher's desk looked scary.

No shoes nor socks? Even after Clifford walked in, Evangeline stood at the door, eyeing the sign. She didn't have any problem whatsoever with being shoeless and sockless ... but what if someone stole her shoes, eh? She liked those shoes! They were old ... but comfortable!

Hmpf. Noone better steal her shoes. Nor her socks.

After getting it off as the sign required, she finally made her way into the classroom, messenger bag on her shoulder, unsure of what to expect. Lainey had been the History of Magic Professor since her first year ... it'd be weird to have a new adult teaching it. Though ... well, sometimes, not even Evangeline could deny that Lainey was just absolutely nuts.

She gave her head a short nod in the Professor's direction, analysing him for a bit before silently taking the seat next to Clifford.

Juniper stood just outside the history of magic classroom, staring at the message on the door. They had to take off their shoes and socks? That was a peculiar request. But Juniper had never met a Hogwarts professor who was not quirky, so she figured she should probably just do as the message said. Stepping out of the way, Juniper bent down and untied her shoes. She pulled them off and tucked the laces inside, then yanked her socks off as well and shoved them into the shoes.

There. Shoes with socks inside were left by the door, and Juniper headed toward a desk. She paused, however, seeing that the desks were not all facing the front of the room. Well, she assumed that they were not because they were all facing separate directions. But perhaps every side of the room was the front in this class.

Desks were desks, though, and Juniper chose one at random and sat herself at it. This was going to be a smelly lesson, what with everybody barefoot. Feet smelled, after all.

History of Magic had never been Miles' subject, but that didn't mean walking to the room mopily. Which, suprisingly, he didn't, he was fairly happy today. Once he saw the sign, he quickly took his shoes and oddly, red socks off. Maybe he should have been wearing green, just tp be a bit patriotic.

After this, he walked into the classroom and took a seat in the middle. Miles glanced at the other table, all looking a little a scew, so he left it alone. "Hello professor." He smiled slightly, a little confused by all of this.

Curt raised a brow as he saw that sign that said no shoes or socks. That was weird, he never had to do that before, surely this new Professor was a character. Truebridge? Curt etched that name into his mind as he walked in, shoeless and sockless.

Eyeing the strangely arranged desks, Curt sighed and plopped down in one of them, waiting for this very bizarre lesson to begin.