The first year Gryffindor took off her robe the moment she entered the Transfiguration classroom and used her textbook that she had in her hand as a fan to make a small breeze on her face. She disliked this kind of weather, it made her tired and she didn't even want to talk about all the sweat that was going to be in the room soon. Eww.

Her eyes went to look around the room and while she had many questions already, the first year knew that most would be answered soon during the lesson so instead she waved at the Professor as she walked by to find a seat.

"Morning, Professor" she said while taking a seat at the front. Something different for a change.