Although she had been quite interested in the subject at hand, Sylia couldn't help but turn her attention towards the scenery. Since they were talking about the lake, she watched as the slight slush of water hit at the edge of land, making a tiny swishing noise. Maybe other teachers would teach classes outside, she thought. She hoped so. It was so peaceful.

Snapping back, she heard one of the Professors speak, then followed by a slew of students all adding in their theories. For some reason she felt the need to restrain herself before she look stupid like the rest of them. Were all Hogwarts children like this? Nevertheless, she rose a delicate hand in the air, finally willing to say something during this lesson. Might as well anyways.

"One of the former Headmaster's, Albus Dumbledore, had his funeral here on the grounds." From what she had read was that they had it here. There were so many speculations as to what kind of man he was. Some said he was manipulative and others that he was a saint. Shaking that long thought out of her head, she cleared her throat. "Far off in the middle of the lake is a tiny island where it was said his remains are to be resting." Or at least she had read about.