Potions was Eden's favorite.

Before this particular class, she'd taken great care to do her hair (tightly secured in one long plait) and her makeup (not too much, had to look ~serious and studious~). She wanted Professor Varma to know from the second she walked into the dungeon lab that Eden Tilly meant business. That she took this brewing business and Professor Varma's outfits SERIOUSLY. Okay.

"Good afternoon, Professor," keepitcoolkeepitcoolkeepitcool. "It's so festive in here!" Was that lame? Oh no.

She looked around the class for somewhere to sit. She was curious about Atlas Flamsteed, but he wasn't so great at Potions and even her loyalty to Quinn wasn't enough for her to risk a bad grade in this class. Even though she wasn't completely sure they'd be brewing today at all - the room looked like a photography studio more than a Potions lab.

Someone had already claimed the spot next to Ash - probably for the best, too, 'cause who knew when some random thing would trigger le war flashbacks.

Nemesis Upstead never ceased to intrigue her, but they also seemed to never cease disrespecting professors, and Eden didn't want Professor Varma to think she was a troublemaker.

Sooooooooo she sat by herself at an empty workstation in the middle of the room. The seconds she'd spent looking around already felt like far too long.