Ryden was wearing grey. The blonde found that if she wore dark, neutral colours and kept to herself in the back, then the chance that anyone would see her and recognise her was slim to none. After all, from the back she still looked like a bloody first year. Who knew it would come in handy?

Still cursing herself for deciding to come to this stupid lesson, the fifth year slipped into the gazebo, hopefully unnoticed, and sat on the floor behind all the other students, giving the caretaker only a single nod as a greeting. No need for more - someone might recognise her voice. Still, she needed to be here. She needed to learn how to dance.

Bleh.

. . . What was Professor BENTLEY doing here? Was she going to learn WITH them? Oh, no. Ugh. All she needed now was for Koala Boy to show up to complete this nightmarish lesson.