Delilah would be lying if she said she wasn't dreading this class. It wasn't because of Schmoe or Muggle Studies, though. It was just the fact that this was what those hooded figures hated so much. She knew the curriculum had changed, but that didn't make it any easier. She always figured something extra terrible was going to happen to somebody during Muggle Studies.

She walked in and side-eyed the professor. He didn't look any happier about class than Delilah did. He actually looked pretty miserable. Deciding to keep it short and to the point, the first year gave him a simple, "Hello, Professor." She took a seat in a desk right in the middle. She figured the hooded people would either take the very front or the very back, so the middle seemed safe.