Sarah shifted in her seat as Professor Glass walked in. Bloody skirt. She hated it. She looked up, ah, still wearing spiked heels, eh? Well, it wasn't like she had expected any better. As freaky as the heels were, they were sort of cool. In a emo-punk way. Sarah really didn't want to be stepped on by someone wearing those boots.

Hello again, Prof. "I'm Sarah Oliver, first year."

Short and simple. If she was lucky the professor wouldn't do anything to acknowledge their conversation at the staff table.