Miranda peeked through the doorway and was met with a most unusual sight. This was a History of Magic lesson right? And Professor Truebridge was nowhere to be seen...

Though, that stout old man couldn't possibly be him right?
If it was, he had eaten ALOT during the summer... Polyjuice potion?


Miranda walked towards a seat, greeting the Professor as she went. "Good day, uh... sir." she stammered. What was his name??

Looking around the classroom, Miranda noticed Emalyn - waved - and with a grin, went to sit next to her.
If something went terribly wrong in this class, atleast Miranda would have someone to hide behind she felt safe with.