The first thing Wesley thought upon entering the classroom was relief. Half circle arrangements had made her nervous since, well, last year. In that one class. With that one teacher...

But she wasn't nervous. She wasn't at all. She was relieved because! The classroom had been arranged the right way.

Wesley was so relieved by this organization, she was absolutely unfazed by the rooms lack of people. Taking a seat in the back, humming under her breath, the Hufflepuff began to unpack her things.

When she was done, things arranged nice and neatly before her, she turned her attention on the blackboard. And gasped.

She knew what that was! She did! Because Wesley happened to be an expert on secret messages!

Knocking a quill or two over in her excitement, the 4th year pulled her textbook closer, flipped to the right page, and began to translate under her breath.