As she walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Anna wrapped her arms around her body, the cold temperatures already affecting her. Had she known it'd be this cold, she'd have brought a jacket...or a coat. Anna headed straight for a table towards the middle of the room, not having enough courage to sit any closer to this professor. She nervously glanced at a few of the pictures on the wall, her eyes growing wide when she realized what they were depicting. She turned her head back towards the chalkboard in the front of the room, read the message, and then sat quietly. No way was she going to chat in this man's class. She'd just sit quietly and await the moment she'd been dreading since the first day of school---Professor Kazimeriz's class.