Avalon was more than relieved that she had made it to class on time. She had been halfway through her walk to the lesson when she suddenly forgot where she was headed. She had walked all the way back up to Ravenclaw Tower, hoping that retracing her steps would jog her memory. It wasn't until she saw some classmates making their way toward the dueling arena that she remembered she had Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The fourth year stopped at the door, staring at the poster with raised eyebrows. It looked so familiar, but Avalon couldn't remember where she had seen it before. That seemed to be the case with a lot of her memories lately. It was odd. But she did still remember the disastrous kelpie lesson from the beginning of the school year. Enough so that she chuckled mildly at the sign.

But her amusement at the poster quickly faded as soon as she entered the room. Seeing all of her translucent classmates was unnerving. She gave Headmaster Trent a polite nod. "Good Afternoon, Headmaster," she said, trying to sound cheery....but her greeting came out a little more morose than she intended. She couldn't help it - the weather was terrible, she kept forgetting about her homework, and she was so, so pale. Avalon took up a spot by herself, not really in the mood to talk to any of her friends yet. Hopefully this lesson wouldn't be as horrible as she felt.