Noelle slung her coat over her lap, letting it cover her legs. The breeze from the window had been nice, she had just brought her coat for back up, but she didn't need it at the moment.

Once the lesson was started, the music stopped. Noelle looked up at the professor. Taylor Swift had been one of her grandmothers favorites. It was funny to watch her sing it and dance. Her quill was at ready but she didn't need it yet. "They were popular back in the day. Not like... one hit wonders."