Bart walked in quietly to the classroom. His usual hyper excitement not around him, no he walked in with a more mature way about him and his full beard that was epic in his eyes was on his face. Growing up was great, yes until he was combing his hair before class and found it was falling out. He was balding already which was weird. His newest thoughts on it was Luc made the aging potion without him and now he was the test subject. Not cool cousin not cool.

Looking around the room he noticed he was the first one there, well that was weird. When was Bart Maroon ever first. Well he could at least find a seat maybe towards the front. That was the more grown up thing to do since he was being so mature as of a day ago or so. Seeing the professor, Bart gave a small smile, "Hello Professor."

Once the greeting was out of the way he found his place, but there was no desks so should he just stand? Before he could figure it out completely his footing went out from under him and soon the second year was on the ground with a loud bang. "Oouch my head.. why is it always my head." How many head injuries could one person get.

Ana was trying to be enthusiastic about DADA, really she was, but she couldn't seem to manage it. Her left ankle was aching with her every step, of which there were a lot. The only thing that made her feel better was the thought that she'd be able to sit down when she got to the classroom.

Walking into the room Ana almost burst into tears of frustration and pain. There were no chairs. She was apparently expected to stand up for the whole lesson! She definitely regretted her decision to attend class now, unfortunately she'd already entered the room and knew she wouldn't be able to leave now.

"Hello Professor," Ana said politely as she chose a place to stand. She dropped her bag down in front of her and proceeded to put the majority of her weight on her right foot. It helped but it wasn't going to relieve the pain completely. Ana just hoped that the lesson didn't last overly long.

Aaah, Defence Against the Dark Arts.

This was a class that Lux had both been looking forward to, and dreading. On one hand, she really did want to learn how to defend herself against evil, but on the other... it would involve spell work. Spell work made her nervous still, since she had not had much chance to use it practically. While she had been taught at home, it had been focused on the theory, and had not gone into much depth.

Stepping inside the classroom, she looked around and saw that the room was HUUUUGE. "Morning, Professor! I'm Lux." Why was this floor slippery?"

Stepping into the classroom, the grumpy look that Michael was wearing immediately disappeared as soon as he saw that there were no purple mats on the floor. "Oh thank Merlin." It was going to be a good day.

He made his way deeper into the room and as he passed by the woman at the front, he inclined his head toward her. "Professor." He greeted before finding himself some floor space and dropping his bag onto the floor.

Sander quickly rushed into the arena thinking that he was going to be late and almost slipped on the arena's floor. He quickly grabbed on to the nearest post and managed to right himself thus preventing a bad fall. Then he took another step and his foot slipped from under him. Sander immediately twisted around and grabbed hold of that same post again. He stood there for a moment afraid to move another foot.

As he stood there, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that class hadn't started yet. He hated being late for class but lately, he had to spend more time, trimming his nose and ear hairs, shaving off the beard which was now growing faster overnight than it had done before. Then of course he had to moisturize his hands and face. His skin on his hands was becoming more wrinkled each day and just the other day he actually found crows feet near his eyes.

But he was here now. He looked down at the ground and noticed that it looked slick like it was wet or super glossy. Reluctant to loosen his grip on the post, but knowing that he had to, he released his hold around the post. Sander placed one foot in front of the other, carefully tip toeing his way across the room, as he made his way to the Professor who was standing up in front of the class.

'Now why couldn't she have been standing at the entrance?Sander grumpily thought to himself even as he approached her. As he neared her, his grumpiness disappeared and he genuinely smiled at the Professor.

"Good morning, Professor. It is good to see you again. I would like to thank you for giving me permission to duel in the arena. It was really good experience for me." Sander nodded his thanks.

Hmm, Lily thought, turning the corner and into the DADA classroom, still sliding headband onto her head to pull back her hair. She knew enough that she wasn’t about to just let it do whatever it wanted when there might be spells flying around. Honestly, she almost expected that, given it was DADA. In her opinion, that meant there should be dueling or at least some cool defense spells to learn. Knowing that there was also the chance they’d be doing yoga didn’t even dim her opinion of what should happen. Except, the really shiny floor was what had piqued her curiosity. Not the lack of desks, chairs or even yoga mats. The warm classroom and the shiny floor, along with almost sparkly air that made her want to just stick her hand out in front of herself to see if it took on that quality too. The plus side was that her boots had enough traction that she didn’t slip as she’d continued into the classroom. Otherwise she almost certainly would have fallen, since she was much too distracted to pay attention to where she was walking.

She was paying enough attention that she didn’t run into anyone, however. That and she had definitely noticed the boy on the floor moaning about his head, and how oddly Ana was standing. Things were definitely weird, but she chose not to question it. There could have been logical explanations as well, and she wasn’t entirely sure the redhead would have wanted her concern anyhow. She still sent her a smile, though, along with Lux as she passed the second year on her way to an open spot in the room. “Good morning Professor Romanos,” she greeted the professor with another smile, as she’d let her bag drop to the shiny floor at her feet and brought her attention to the front of the classroom. Hopefully they’d get an explanation for everything soon enough.

Oh was she actually going to teach them useful things this term? West eyed the arena, noting there were none of those stupid Yoga mats, and then looked at the professor. Yeah. She better.

He was done putting up with it and still wasn't over his near-death experience. Y'know the one that he might have been able to defend himself and his best mate from had Romanos done her job and not taught them to laugh in the face of danger? Yeah. That near death experience.

So it was that while in the past West might have bounced on in grinning at the professor (she had been one of his favourites after all), the look he directed at her was almost hostile.

Better be good.

Defense was already Gwen's favorite class and she hadn't even had one class period yet. It sounded cool though, like magical martial arts. Her mom had always wanted to get Gwen and her siblings into martial arts, but her father said it wasn't necessary. In a city filled with people all they had to do was shout and they would get attention. Besides, if anybody hurt his kids they would be facing legal charges. So she had never learned Karate or Taekwondo or anything like that, but she'd always wanted to. And now she got to learn it with MAGIC!

She skipped into the class unsurprised to see that there weren't any desks. Good. Martial arts class shouldn't have desks. She set her backpack down against the wall and took a seat a little further out, but close enough that she could grab her backpack if she needed it.

Should she take off her shoes? Maybe she would wait on that until the professor gave instructions. It didn't look like other people were taking off their shoes. Gwen was nothing if not a follower.

Were those floaty things in the room germs?

Rhodes remembered all too well what had happened during that one Defense lesson she had attended, the one where everyone including the Professor began sneezing, and she was not about to have something like that happen to her. She had managed to avoid the sneezing plague once, she was sure she could do it again.

So, as slowly as she possibly could, which was pretty darn slow, in her opinion, she made her way into the room, doing her very best to avoid every single floating particle thing that came in her way. Some she manged to blow out of her face, and others she managed to simply dodge, but mostly she just stayed out of the light. She couldn't see the floating things when she wasn't in the light.

Oh. Professor. She looked healthy. Thank Merlin.

"Hi, Professor." Rhodes continued on her very slow journey into the classroom and found a spot to stand near a smallish Ravenclaw girl (Gwenhwyfar). If those germ things came close to her, she would just use the girl as a shield.

Well gee legs, a little faster would be nice. Lex wasn't at all impressed by the speed at which her legs were taking her into one of her favourite classes. Left to her own devices and maybe even some joint pain relievers she would have been bolting into this place fully ready to learn. Of course she was still ready to learn if she could even make it to the centre of the room before Christmas! Merlin!

"Morning Professor--" Wait wait wait. Lex took a look around then sighed, kinda annoyed without much reason for being annoyed. "We didn't get robbed again, did we? I mean I can't deal with that this term--you know how potentially stressing that can be?? I'm already getting grey hairs and do NOT need anymore." The whole Lottie and her deciding to give her hair a week before seeing the Healer wasn't the best. That the past week it moved from being a lock or two to somewhere near half her head!

She wanted her blonde hair back!!! And the furniture She wanted those back too!

"Hello, Good morning, Professor,'' Adi said with a small smile. He was not in the best of moods lately but he was trying his best to go about his usual cheery self though this was proving a bit of challenge.

Adi noted the mats were missing and he was relieved. No mats meant no yoga, right? And where were the desks? He set off towards the other students, not paying attention to the floor. If he did, he might have realised it looked different. Anyway, one of his feet skidded causing him to loose his balance. As a result he landed flat on his back in front of Sander. "OUCH!'' The base of his back hurt. This did absolutely nothing to improve his grumpy mood. Adi peered up at Sander. "Hello. You look extra tall today,'' he said mildly.

Hannah was glad that as she stepped into the room that it was actually pretty warm. Maybe she would be able to feel her toes throughout the whole lesson. She was still moving slower than a 100 year old woman, and she was as cranky as even, but she was hoping for some nice hexing practice or something for today's lesson. Something to make using her sore bones worth it.

Why was the professor that chippy she wondered as she looked at her beaming face. It was waaaay too early for all of that in Hannah's opinion. "Hello professor." That was all that she was getting though.

Toby entered the arena with one hand still self-consciously trying to flatten his hair so it was well forward. He was starting to worry about his poor poor hair, even more than his achey and slower than usual movements. And it wasn't just about the odd grey hairs that had started cropping up.

But he was momentarily distracted from his hair as his feet slipped ever so slightly on the floor. Toby quickly recovered himself and looked around the room. Okay. No desks or anything. Cool.

So Tobias went over and gathered with the rest of the group, dogding his way close enough to the front that he'd be able to see Professor Romanos, to whom he offered a friendly smile.

Ian struggled to walk with his painful hip. His cane tapping on the stone floor as he shuffled slowly into the classroom. He saw a smiling young woman in the place where a professor should be and she was smiling. young whippersnappers have no respect for the elderly Ian thought to himself. He merely nodded at the smiling idiot at the front of the room as he continued shuffling to his seat. Good thing he had found those comfortable house slippers this morning. He hadn't noticed, but his hair was mostly gone and not too concerned with his appearance, he'd dressed Ina blue cardigan sweater and blue plaid pajama bottoms with a hufflepuff tshirt he'd seen in his trunk. When he finally made it to a seat he slowly lowered himself to it before exhaling mightily.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of the cool subjects for Astrid, so she was really looking forward to the class today. Never know what you could learn in order to protect yourselves from soul-sucking demons or pointy teeth creatures, y'know? And these kinds of classes were fun too, yeah? Because there could be activities and stuff, and that was cool.

"Hello, Professor," Astrid greeted the woman in front as she went inside to join her classmates. "My name is Astr-WHOOOAAA." She nearly slipped. Dang, wrong time to wax the floor, right? At least she didn't attack the floor. That would've been humiliating. Thank Merlin. "Sorry, Professor. Astrid. My name is Astrid." She got a smile from the Slytherin too.

She went over to join Lily and smiled at her friend. "Hi."

Benjy did a little fist pump as he saw the layout of the classroom. There wasn't a mat in sight, which hopefully equated to NO YOGA! Well, at least, no more yoga. He already did enough with his quidditch training, and so he was going to take the lack of mats as a definitely bonus.

He stepped lightly into the centre of the room, easily overtaking Lex in the process. That was the Gryffie Prefect, right? He stopped right in front of her, and peered at her curiously as he tapped his finger lightly against his nose. "I don't mean to be rude or anything Lex, but what have you done to your hair?" He touched it curiously. "It's unlike you to be a trend follower..."

Was that what all the cool kids were doing...dying their hair grey?

HOWDIDHENOTKNOWABOUTTHIS?

Oichi entered the arena just as a young kid fell to the floor and hit his. She instantly went to go help the kid and slipped right on top of him. "I'm so sorry, I meant to help you and... Why are these floors so slippery? Anyway I'm Oichi, would you like a hand, I'll be a bit more careful this time.", Oichi said as she got up and held out her hand.
Oichi then heard a girl talking what sounded like were we robbed. Wait, what? She turned around and saw it was a girl with grey hair, "What are you talking about with the term robbery and why is you're hair grey?" Perhaps that last part was a bit insensitive but I've never seen anyone that young, especially a girl with grey hair before.

Lex blinked at the sudden figure before her. Wait the what now? Bliiiink.

Oh! Benjy! She was about to give a greeting, smile already in place to do so when he brought up the hair she'd been trying and failing to hide. No matter how many times she dyed it or got it dyed FOR HER it just went back to grey, taking more strands with it!! It was getting ridiculous. Alexa smacked his hand away lightly, ready to explain but then he went one about her being a trend follower????

EXCUUUUUUUUUUUSE HIM??

Alexa fixed him with a rather pointed look. "I have blonde hair, I like blonde hair. Do you actually think I would do this to myself, regardless of what every other bloody idiot's doing??" No no no! Absolutely not. Lex pulled a lock loose from her bun and held it out for him to get a better look. "Not dyed, just awfully worrying."

Trying not to blow up too much on her friend, Lex took a deep breath. All he did was mention her hair--and something about her following trends (ruuuude) but it wasn't his fault and she would TRY overlooking it...until someone else was pointing it out??? REEEALLLLYYY???

"I don't see any furniture in here, do you? It's like after we got robbed last time and there were budget cuts. What if we can't afford mats anymore? Huh? Ever thought of that? No, because you're too busy focusing on hair that isn't yours. I didn't do it on purpose and it won't go away." Ugh ugh ugh. Stop talking about her grey hair.

YES she knew it was grey and not going back to blonde any time soon. Reminders weren't necessary.

Defense Against The Dark Arts was always interesting. Whether it was the yoga or weird atmosphere with the mats, Nigel did not know. Nigel walked into the room and noticed this room never changed at all.

He was a little too distracted by the floor being tad bit slippery that he forgot to greet Romanos. Just get to a mat before he embarrasses himself. Hopefully this lesson would be relaxing enough to not give him anymore grey hair. Grey Hair was evil and Nigel had no idea how he was getting it.

Okay, Zen and maybe some Yoga would help.

He winced as he swatted his hand away, and pouted at her disdainfully. What did he do? He shook his hand lightly to shake the stingy away and eyed her back. What happened to the smiling happy greeting, HMM?

"Well..." He smiled at her hopefully. "I've honestly no idea. I thought it was a bit strange, but..." he scratched his own very NON-grey hair lightly, and peered at the lock she was holding out for him to see. It was clearly not of her usual golden blonde, and instead a rather dull shade of grey. And she hadn't dyed it. He rubbed the stubble on his chin, a frown etched between his eyebrows.

"So, to check I've got this, you definitely didn't do that to yourself?" He shook his head. "You shouldn't stress about your OWLs so much," he said after a while. "I mean, I know you're a Prefect and everything, but I managed okay." And no grey hairs here, see? "I'll help you study if you want. Help make up for..." well, whatever had caused him to get his hand swatted. "I've got that candy still too."

The room had been on the first floor all along. It really shouldn't have been that hard to find, but Louis didn't necessarily pride himself in his sense of direction and the new school didn't exactly follow a simple layout. But. He found the room and that's all that mattered. Lips slightly curved with the hint of a smile on his face, the Gryffindor walked into the warmly-lit room and--

SLIP!
... ALMOST. He almost slipped. One foot on the slippery floor of the room and the other still out in the corridor, Louis froze in the doorway when he felt himself just sliiiding right in. Why was the floor slippery?! Very cautiously, he brought his other foot and the rest of himself inside.

Perhaps the first dark art they'd be defending themselves from would be slippery floors?

With curious blue eyes, Louis looked around the open arena. It was oddly comforting. But he appreciated it, since he'd been a little nervous about his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. "Good morning, Professor," greeted the boy as he neared the front of the room, where the professor and most students stood. The Gryffindor looked around at all the unfamiliar faces without paying much attention, but something then jumped at him -- was that grey hair on some of their heads? ... What? Okay, he obviously needed to get out of the common room more. A whole new fashion trend had started and it went right past him.

Terry was definitely not happy today. Not only did he still have his clicky, creaky hip but he had also found one solitary grey lock of hair among his blonde mop. He had shoved it behind the rest of his hair as soon as he found it, hoping that if he forgot about it, it would go away fairly quickly. It must have been the stress from last year. It must have only just caught up with him and emerged as that incy wincy tiny strand of grey hair. At least it wasn't a clump, right?

He stepped into the classroom and briefly glanced around. No chairs? Must mean that the class was going to be practical based. That was helpful seeing as the lesson was designed to keep you safe from those who would mean you harm. Kind of important. The sixth year entered the room, nodded at the Professor as he greeted her. "Hello, Professor" he smiled briefly before taking a spot next to West.. Who didn't look particularly happy with the Professor.

Hmm..

Had Sophie been any less careful, she would've ended up on the floor like those two other students over there. The only good thing about them being on the floor was that it warner Sophie that she should be careful, so she walked into the room slower than she normally would. "Morning, professor!" She quickly waved to professor Romanos with a smile as she made her way towards the two fallen kids.

"Do you... need any help?" The Hufflepuff asked both Gryffindors on the floor. She didn't know any of them, but well... they were on the floor and the youngest one seemed to have hurt himself. She made sure the older girl was able to stand up without help and also offered a hand for the young boy. Because y'know, the girl had just fallen too, so maybe she needed a hand helping the boy up? Oh, and she was already talking to Alexa. Wha? Okay then.

It was too early in the morning and Sophie's brain was acting a bit slooowwww...

"Perhaps, but I always thought it was magic that the professors used to decorate the classroom for each individual lesson. The professor may have just put the furniture and mats away because we don't need them for this lesson. The budget cuts may effect our quality of food and even the professors we get but not what they can do in a lesson which is magic. As off you're hair, I'm sorry, I had no idea that the greying of you're hair was a permanant accident. I you absolutely certain a professor can't help you? And I'm sorry if I upset you, I did not not mean to, I'm Oichi by the way.".