Defense against the Dark Arts was the latest class on her schedule. However it was one of the lessons Ellura was unsure about seeing as it was one of the more magically inclusive topics like charms and transfiguration. So she felt she had a disadvantage having not been surrounded by parents and family doing similar spells in front of her growing up. Her grandfather had taught her a few things but she was likely still a year behind students her same age.

Making her way to the classroom, the first thing that she noticed was how different the room was set up from the rest of the areas she had been in so far. Mats and cushions and smalll desks denoted each space rather then table and chair. What WOULD they be doing today? Something normally done it appeared since most of her fellow students entered and took a seat without much qualm to anything. So Ellura opted to follow suit, spotting both defense professor and another adult near the front of the space.

"Hello Professor....Professors," she greeted politely and correcting herself when she identified the laying man as another professor. The Gryffindor then moved to find and empty mat and took a seat down upon it.