Xana's school clothes were transfigured into a skintight wetsuit, black with green and silver stripes down the side. She was excited... It'd been too long since she'd surfed... She ran her hands through her red curls, binding them back in a loose ponytail. She watched with amusement at the way Trelawney sputtered over the concept of flight as she went up and selected a green shortboard.

"Duuuuude..." she drawled, grinning, to Professor Lainey. "This class is going to be like, so totally awesome."