Classrooms...in the dungeon? This wasn't what Marisol had expected of her first class of the year. It was quite chilly. Nevertheless, Potions was one of the classes she was most looking forward to. And she was quite early, as only a couple other students were here. Some she had seen the day earlier at the Slytherin table.

Marisol's schedule said the teacher was someone called Professor Culloden. He was presumably the man waiting outside to greet her.
"Hello," she said. "Marisol Cruz." The first year didn't know how they addressed teachers in Britain. She hoped it was okay.

Marisol wasn't one to worry for long. She went to take a seat in the comfy chair closest to the back. As to not draw too much attention, because Mari wasn't always the most perfect student. She could get rowdy. Wait, what the heck was that thing doing on the blackboard?