This was the class she'd been waiting for. After the woman at Ollivander's had told her her wand would be great for DADA, Altha'd been looking forward to the class since the first day.

With her posture straightened and her chin up, Altha strolled into the DADA room, glancing around. The room looked quite simple, something she could appreciate. Altha chose a cushion on the floor, and slowly sunk down to it. Crossing her legs, she sat up straight, and took her the name tag. After she'd shuffled through her bag and found a quill, she scribbled down:

It still felt strange to be writing Slytherin as her house. For a moment, Altha let her dark hazel eyes linger on the tag. Then she pushed her black hair back and looked down at her shoulder, pressing the tag on.