Sammy at dance lessons? This wasn't going to end well. But the last time there had been dance lessons, she had attended and didn't learn a thing then looked like a total fool at the ball, but more than anything she didn't want to study or any of that nonsense and this seemed the only legitimate excuse to avoid all of that so here she was. Dance lessons. But first of all; seating. Sammy saw beanbags, SHE MUST SIT ON ONE

She was quick to flop down on one and look around the room. She only saw two professors there, Mr. Stryker and Professor Bently. Well that could be interesting. She hoped someone she knew would turn up, so she wouldn't be left loner like the last time there was dance lessons and she was in her first year. That would be horrible, but she was a MATURE fifth year now, she'd get a partner. Definitely.