Why didn't the classrooms go in order? A1 should mean that it was the first classroom in the hallway...so why did Avalon find herself all the way down the corridor at the music hall? Thankfully, she had left plenty of time in case she got lost on her way to Defense Against the Dark Arts. But she was not about to ask one of the Beauxbatons students how to get to A1. The handful of them that she had seen so far had only sneered in her direction, obviously irritated that Hogwarts students were infiltrating their school. In a way, she couldn't blame them. She would feel a little miffed if the entire Durmstrang congregation were to make themselves right at home at Hogwarts. But they could at least pretend to be polite.

Finally finding the classroom she was looking for, Avalon entered, giving Headmaster Trent a courteous nod and smile. "Good morning, Headmaster," she said, glancing down at her wristwatch. Good, it was still morning after all. It felt much later, though, as Avalon had been up since before dawn. She usually preferred to sleep in, but the change in environment was messing with her sleeping schedule. Avalon glanced around the room, silently appreciating the tidiness of it. She chose an empty seat next to a boy that she hadn't met before (Alex), and gave him a friendly smile. "Hi! Mind if I sit here?" Well, even if he did mind, it was too late. She had already slung her bag over the chair and put her textbook down. And what could possibly be in that box on the table? Headmaster Trent always had interesting lessons. Avalon wondered what they might be learning about today.