Peyton skipped to Defense Against the Dark Arts, her ponytail pouncing off her back. She had just had her daily dose of raspberry vanilla ice cream and had been recharged for her next lesson. As she entered the classroom she saw a huddle at the front. What was going?

Her curiosity won and she wandered over. "Hello Professor, Romanos," she greeted. Yes, this redhead had memorized all of her professors' names, though faces she didn't know. She matched them to their respective class.

Then she saw the man on the floor. Erm. Had they already started jinxing people and she missed it? That was no faiiiiiiiir! Could she give it a go, too? She'd have to practice first. Meeeh.

She decided that for today she'd sit in the center. The front seemed a bit too risky. She'd just use the person in front of her as a shield if it came down to that.