 The Last of Her Kind
Adrienne entered the classroom suspiciously. She didn't trust this professor, not one ounce. He was shifty and hadn't shown up to the feast, and he had that weird locked door with the weird-looking note on it, and he was just... suspicious. He was definitely up to something weird. Which was why she was in class early- she wanted to scout out the room and see if there was anything suspicious-looking that he was trying to hide. Unfortunately, she wasn't the first there, and he looked totally ready for class- not that there weren't weird things in the room.
What was in those cauldrons? Was it poison? What Arithmancy class needs potions? Why was there paint; what was he going to do with paint? Why did he look so pleased with himself? What had he done? Adrienne narrowed her eyes at Professor French, then gave him a civil nod and sat down right in front of the class. She was going to be keeping an eye on this guy.
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