Eden loved Potions. Ever since she had decided to risk a little rulebreaking over the summer holiday and practice brewing in her bedroom, she'd been hooked. The focused, measured, and meticulous nature of brewing suited her fine. It was meditative more than anything else. She'd spent many early mornings studying recipes over toast, writing notes in her special not-diary, How to Become A Scary Menace-Witch. Her vials were always pristine, her knife sharpened, her simmering anger placed on a backburner.

So when Eden walked into the Potions classroom she tried to leave everything else behind her. And oh boy, was there a lot to leave behind lately. But distraction came quickly - why did the Potions lab look like a menagerie? Why was there a caged owl on her workstation? Eden didn't have any pets herself, and eyed the owl curiously from the doorway.

"Good morning, Professor Varma," Eden said, silently appreciating the professor's fashion sense. And potions knowledge, of course. But also fashion sense.

She was one of the first to arrive, as per usual, and settled at her desk. She took out her textbook, parchment, quill, wand, and dragon-hide gloves, all while making awkward eye-contact with the owl. "Hi there," she greeted the animal, too. For good measure. She got an ambiguous hoot in return. Neat.