Alexa was trying to be appropriately early for the first Defense class of the year. Why? Because it was Defense Against the Dark Arts, DUH! This was legit, one of the only classes she wouldn't even dream about skipping. Reading only happened when this subject was brought up, only then.

Lex walked into the classroom, pausing a few steps in to take in everything. Candles everywhere...mist--like the mist from last year when the school was PLAGUED with dementors. She gave a suspicious raise of her eyebrow, eyes trailing around the room as she moved toward a mat. "Hello Professor, interesting class setup you have here." She said, finally deciding to ignore the little creeping feeling, instead grinning over at the Professor and bird.

She plopped down on the carpet, gazing over at whatever was being hidden by a sheet. What WAS that.

"Professor? Is this one of those times when we're meant to see something but not question or touch it until told to do so?" As far as she knew, she WANTED to touch it, even if she had no idea what it was.

It was all in the mystery of the concealment, you know?