The short fifth-year stumbled over the uneven ground as she approached the class area. Biting her bottom lip, the Hufflepuff stopped a couple of feet behind the benches, squinting as she tried to make out a familiar face.

But...nope.

Only two. Evelyn and some girl from her house.

Lifting her right shoulder to keep her shoulder strap from slipping, the teenager let out a small, barely audible sigh. Things hadn't felt this off since her third year. Where was Professor Lawson? Cela? Torin? Nancy?

Miranda?

Wesley blinked, sniffeling slightly.

Her feet were beginning to sink into the soft earth; reluctantly, she lifted one, then the other, wandering closer to the benches, where she took a seat somewhere in the middle. So then she wouldn't feel so alone.

Never one to be purposely rude, Wesley attempted to catch the new, exotic professor's eye, giving her a tiny, shy wave. Then her eyes drifted to the big...tanks. Naggingly, her worried side wondered if things were kept in them because they were too dangerous to be let free.