 The Last of Her Kind
Ah yes, Transfiguration. Now here was a lesson Adrienne would like, if it weren't so gosh-darned early in the morning. Still, at least the material was interesting, the teacher required cleanliness and didn't put up with anyone's nonsense, and there weren't any Flamsteed-esque activities. So Adrienne smiled pleasantly as she walked into class.
"Good morning, Professor. I hope you are doing well?" And then she chose a desk as far away from everyone else as possible, but still kind of in the front. She didn't want to miss out, but she didn't really want to sit nearby anyone here. Adrienne stood by her desk and shot a curious glance at the muffled noises coming from the box. Bizarre, and hopefully something they'd get to interact with in class today.
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