Avalon nearly stopped in her tracks as she entered the ancient runes classroom and saw a student hopping around in a cruddy old boot. What in the world? Her very first class at Hogwarts - and this was what they were doing? She tried to mask the look of confusion on her face as she read the instructions on the blackboard and made her way to the line of students waiting to try on the boot. "Good morning, Professor Beryl!" Avalon said politely as she made eye contact with her ancient runes teacher. Ancient runes wasn't on the top of her favorite subject list, but Avalon was glad to see that the professor seemed kind.

She wondered what an MBTI type was as she took off her uniform shoe and slipped on the boot. It seemed to be yelling out strange letters to the students who had tried it on before her, and to be honest, Avalon didn't understand what any of it meant. Swallowing any bit of potential embarrassment (at least all the students had to jump around and look like fools -- it wasn't just her), Avalon took a few spirited hops around the stool. "INFJ-T!" the boot bellowed. Whatever that meant. Avalon made her way to an aisle seat toward the front of the room and took out her supplies for the class. After organizing them neatly on her desk, she scrawled her letters on the top of a fresh piece of parchment. She suppressed a giggle as a few other students jumped around the front of the room, trying to hear their own letters. Everyone looked so silly! She had to admit that she was interested where this lesson was going.