Isla had figured she'd be completely exhausted with an 8 A.M. class, but she surprised herself by being up and ready way earlier than expected. She didn't know if it was because she was a first year in a brand new school or what, but whatever it was brought Isla to class exactly on time. As in, earlier than 8 A.M.

Since she was new to the school, she had no idea what the room had looked like before. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to her, because she'd never seen it before. She definitely noticed the dummies, and even though there was a warning not to touch them, she'd have stayed away from them anyway. She didn't know enough spells to duel a dummy and expect to survive.

"Good morning, Headmaster," Isla said. Yes, she'd learned that the man who have the speech at the feast was, in fact, the headmaster and her Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Her gaze traveled to the arena, and she made a slight face at the thought of having to clean it. They were going to learn a spell for that, right? The thought of scrubbing it down with a washrag turned her stomach.