Vlimia sat in the classroom, watching hands fly up and the students they belonged to answer in very specific ways. Vlim decided not to raise her hand, even though she knew the answer. She was very shy around adults, but not so much students, especially when she was angry. But she wasn't angry - no, she was feeling a bit like she wanted to sink into the floor, actually. Maybe it would be better in the first DADA class, because she knew all about the Unforgivables and how to defend against them. Or maybe they weren't learning that in first year...
Aaand she was daydreaming.
Jolting herself back into reality, Vlim began to take notes on what Charms could do and basic stuff like that.