Ambrose walked into his potions class and said,"Good morning Professor."

Making his way to a seat near the back, Ambrose sat on his stool and dropped his bag next to him. Shoving his blond hair out of his eyes, he pulled his book and quill and ink out of his bag. He watched as other students came into the potions class and greeted the professor.

'Wonder what we will be brewing today?' he thought.