DADA. Was Amy pleased...possibly not, but she was entertained. She did like DADA, even if it was the one where she always ended up getting injured and such. And because of that, she'd dropped the subject half way through the year, and that wasn't just because of the weird stuff they were made to do. Noooo. But this time she was determined to do the lesson. She walked into the classroom, brown hair tied back into a messy fishtale plait, her jumper already a little bit untidy and her tie with it's proud badger, slightly lose. She had an overall slightly dishevled look, but she would roll with that

Good morning Prof-, Amy smiled at the desk, and then noticed the professor wasn't there.

AWKWARD.

And, going slightly red, Amy made her way to a desk and sat down, dropping her bag down on the floor