Marisol had never experienced a combined class before, but she'd really enjoyed CoMC in her last lesson. Charms didn't seem like something she'd be as good at. And why was the lake frozen? The Spaniard didn't do so well in cold. She was used to the mild Sevillian winter temperatures. This, in comparison, sucked.

"Hello," she said to her professors. Marisol acted like nothing bothered her, though she really wanted to wrap one of those blankets around herself. "I am Marisol." She'd already said this to Professor Thompson, so that was mostly directed to the Charms dude. What was this, a beauty pageant? The instructors were both dressed not in robes, but fancy Muggle apparel. On that note, Mari awaited further instruction.