The only thing worse than a Potions lesson was a DOUBLE PERIOD Potions lesson -- which this one sadly was. Emmeline hated, hated, hated Potions more than any other subject in the whole school; she wasn't good at it, there were too many instructions, and nothing exciting (in a good way) EVER happened in these lessons. Plus, some potions required the use of creature parts, which was disturbing and awful and bleghh. Last term, she had even thought about protesting the subject for that reason. This year, however, there was an added complication to Emmeline's blind hatred of Potions: Mr. Healer was teaching it. And Emmeline reallllllly liked Mr. Healer a LOT. He was one of the few adults that she totally, 100% trusted, mhm. So it was way harder to hate Potions this year 'cause he taught it. The new development had been enough of a shock to her system that all thoughts of immediately skipping or protesting Potions lessons had flown right out the window. Which meant at the super early hour of the morning that the lesson was scheduled to start at, Emmeline was to be found calmly entering the dungeon classroom.

She tried to stifle a yawn as she scanned the classroom, looking for a good place to sit. Except she was immediately thrown off by some weird stuff going on in the classroom. Mr. Ronan, one of her older Housemates that she only knew by name, wasn't wearing a SHIRT. Emmeline frowned; she still didn't understand why boys thought their stomachs made them look good for whatever older girls they were trying to impress. And and, there was an old lady in the back of the room who looked all important and stuff. And at the front of the room was...

"Roscoe! Bumi!", she whispered. Whispered 'cause even she knew better than to shout their names out across the dungeons -- but that didn't stop her from half-running up to them right away and dropping into a crouch next to them, nope. She HAD to pet them both immediately, so she extended a hand to each of them and tried to pet them. Once that was done, she turned to Mr. Healer and grinned sheepishly: "Uhhh, g'morning Mr. Professor Healer." Then she finally shuffled off to sit down in her usual Potions seat, still very much distracted and wishing she could just play with the dogs all lesson.