First lesson at Hogwarts ever... no biggie. None whatsoever.

Of course it had to be Defense Against the Dark Arts, easily the scariest-sounding class out of all of them. Couldn’t it have waited a few days to spring itself on her? A week or two, even?

Another unpleasant surprise was that it appeared to be taking place in a swamp.... Ridiculous.

Needless to say, though, Charlie would still be making a concerted effort — through gritted teeth, but an effort nonetheless. In a satchel slung over her left shoulder, she had her well-used textbook, quills, pencils, parchment, and just about everything she could ever need for the classroom.

She didn’t prepare for the swamp, though....

With a gulp and a feigned sunny disposition, she made her way through the classroom door, making sure to say “Hello, Headmaster Trent!” as she passed him. She relaxed her face once she had made pleasantries with the professor (He taught and was headmaster? Weird...) and scanned the room for familiar faces.

Charlie spotted Kaira and made a beeline for her, grinning at her friend, housemate, and dormmate before she began mentally preparing herself for the lesson.

She would need it.