This was the room, no doubt about it. Except that Daxton did have his doubts.

What if this was not the room? He had counted two doors down, but was now debating with himself over whether the professor had meant count two doors and go through the second one, or if he had meant count two doors and then go into the next one after those, leaving two doors between point A and point B. Then there was the problem of the door being shut. Daxton had developed something of a problem with closed doors. He could not knock on them, could not always open them from the outside, particularly if he did not know what they lead to, at least not without a great deal of anxiety. He stood outside this door for a long while, still internally freaking out over whether it was the right room at all, and the issue of having to open this door. But all the while, aside from some slight tapping of his fingers by his sides and kicking the toe of his beaten and worn down shoes against the floor, there were no signs of his discomfort; his expression remained blank.

But nevertheless, the anxiety was there. Not even because Daxton was fairly certain he would be receiving some stern words from mysterious teacher - he could barely find the capacity to care about that at all, and what he could find was merely a vague curiosity - but because of a closed door. Stupid. Totally ridiculous. A nonsensical fear in anyone's mind, no doubt, not that anyone else's opinion really mattered here.

With a small huff of frustration and a tensing of his entire body, Daxton made the most of the surge of irritation that went through him, and used it to fuel the sudden action of grabbing the door handle and opening the door.

He pushed it all the way open, rather than poke his head inside, mentally taking stock of the room before he himself stepped in, looking from the windows to the man who was presumably the professor, to the message on the board. But Daxton made no move to follow those instructions; as far as he was aware, he was just here because the professor wanted 'to have a word'. The instructions on the board were for those who had finished with the tasks - the ones who had finished the two rooms, as the board denoted - but Daxton was not one of those students; those instructions could not be applied to him, so naturally he ignored them. The only instruction he had was to come to this room, and here he was, standing in the doorway.

Hadley Denaker opened the door -excitement radiating off her like heat off asphalt- to reveal... a classroom. AWWWWW! She sighed and looked up at the board. Like the last two rooms, instructions were written on it, despite there being a teacher with spy magic in the room. Wonder what he made of my performance in the last room? Hopefully she was going to get in trouble for having fun and enjoying herself. That did seem to be a trend so far, though.

She grabbed a nametag like it said to. Number 1. Nifty. She took out her quill and ink and sprawled on the nametag,

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The Magnificent Hadley Denaker

Then she slapped it onto her robes.

"That last room was a blast," she told both the teacher and the one kid (Felixir) in the room already, and took at seat of to the side, and a few rows back.

He heard the door open and shut, it wasn't the door of the second room, but the door from the corridor. So of course he knew who was coming through it. Without looking towards the child he kept his eyes on the other rooms. He watched the other students making notes in his grade book as they went through their tasks.

"Daxton thank you for joining me. Please put your name on a badge as the directions say and find a seat. I would like you to hear what I have to say to the entire class." He finally glanced at the boy, " Daxton you know there is going to be some consequences for breaking school property and having someone else do your work, right?" He knew about Daxton, he had gotten paperwork, but he held high expectations for all his students, even ones he gave more chances to and helped with their goals in mind. "I'm going to take five points for having another student do your work and one day detention for breaking school property."

His eyes went back to the window, not wanting to miss the other students work. "I want to help you with your spells, I think I have a few ideas that can help. We will do this in detention."

Oliver slowly walked into the third room, mumbling to himself about how much he could use a nap.

He looked up and saw the professor and the windows too. He was just happy the professor couldn't hear everything because then he'd be ashamed of some of the things he said. But really, this lesson was getting to be too long for his liking.

Afted reading the instructions, Ollie walked past the professor, grabbed a name tag and wrote his name on it, and walked to a desk near the middle of the room, his sticky shoes making a loud noise the whole way. He sat, put his bag up in front of him, and laid his head down just right so the bag covered him. Closing his eyes, Ollie decided now would be the peeeerfect time for a nap. Not like he was learning anything right now anyway.

So the instructions were for him too. Bad luck. Daxton had been hoping they could get their little chit chat over with so he could get out again before the horde of exhilarated and overexcited students came rushing in from whatever task they had been faced with after that coded door. Daxton was already rethinking his decision to come in here at the mere thought.

But he was here already, so may as well stick around. While the professor spoke, Daxton went up to grab a nametag, but the next part of the instructions did not make quite so much sense. Finding a seat was unnecessary; there were already so many in the room that were quite unhidden. Daxton glanced over at the professor, then simply did as that other Ravenclaw and the Slytherin had done and went to claim a seat and sit there. The one closest to the door out of the classroom, naturally.

After taking a moment to get out a regular pen from his pocket and print 'Daxton Prince' on his nametag, Daxton glanced up again, leaving the tag on the desk. Consequences? He listened to exactly what those consequences would be, no reaction other than an impassive expression and the occasional blink. Points had never mattered to him, and the idea of detention was more curious than anything - though he cabinet had been fixed, so getting detention for breaking it in the first place made very little sense - but it was interesting nonetheless.

Eventually, Daxton gave a simple shrug of the shoulders and went to work re-tracing the words on his nametag. He gave no discernible sign that he had heard that final remark about getting 'help' with anything, but he had heard it.

Oh, he had heard it.

So... the next room was their real classroom? Well, Ava was expecting more challenges and other stuffs... But this wasn't bad. Did it mean they had done with the class today? Or maybe the Professor would give them the real lesson? Following the instruction that had written on the board, the young lioness grabbed a name tag and wrote her name, class and house on it. Then stuck it on her robes.

"The challenge earlier was very fun, Professor." She said to the Professor. Well, she didn't lie. It was seriously fun and she was hoping to have more charms class like this. Ava then headed to her favorite desk and waited for the others.

YES!

Maggie had never been so happy to see a classroom. If this had been a trick and the door she'd just walked through had led them to yet ANOTHER room with doors or boxes to open she would've probably thrown a tantrum. As it were though this looked like a normal enough classroom. It even had a professor. Like it should be.

Now, could they, like, go now?

Apparently not.

With a small sigh, Maggie decided to wait for Zeke. In the meantime she busied herself with taking one of the name badges off the professor's desk and - leaning against it a little - writing her name on it. She couldn't help but overhear Daxton being reprimanded for his earlier behavior. "It was clever though." It wasn't necessarily directed at anyone.

Just an observation.

Entering classroom, Zeke was almost disappointed to see a normal room. Normal classroom, desk, chairs, board and things. So there was no surprise celebratory cake on knowing basics? Nothing special or out of the ordinary here?

Noting Maggie at the Professor's desk, and others around, Zeke joined her in selecting a badge and writing his name on it in bold capital letters. ZEKE. He wasn't sure what he'd missed, but he'd missed something.

...

Yo.

He gave the Professor a polite nod by way of greeting, because clearly the dude was... busy... or something.

Interesting.

Fixing the badge to his robes, he took a step back and inhaled a breath. Aaaahhhhhh, the promising scent of learning, and being released and things. "Do you have a preference?" he asked Maggie, nodding at the desks. He couldn't care less where they sat, but Maggie usually had an opinion on such things.

Once she was done writing her FULL NAME onto the badge, Maggie pinned it to the front of her robes. Speaking of, they looked a little dusty from the climbing and crawling through confined spaces. Not that she'd done any crawling but you know. Either way, she quickly used her wand to clean her robes as best as she could.

Zeke had joined them too by now, good.

"Yes." He clearly knew her well. Maggie had an opinion on pretty much everything. She took his hand again, then started walking over to a desk in the center of the third row. It wasn't TOO close to the professors but still close enough to the front. It was perfect. "Here." Was he going to pull out her chair for her? He totally should. Mhm.

He wasn't the least bit surprised that Maggie thought to clean off her robes, but then, he wouldn't have thought to do it himself. Peering down at the front of his uniform, Zeke assessed it with a casual eye. It wasn't bad. Not bothering to go to extremes, Zeke simply dusted off his knees and the sleeve of his robes. That'd do it.

With Maggie claiming him by the hand - to which he was only too happy to comply - Zeke followed her through the rows until they reached essentially, the centre of the room. Nice. He liked being in the centre, it was all the better for people to see him them. However, the fact that Maggie was still standing told him she was waiting for something to happen...

...

Right. Chair. He was usually pretty good at this stuff, among other stuff. Opening doors, pulling out chairs, letting ladies pass first... he was such a gentleman. So naturally, he did just that, pulled out Maggie's chair for her to take her seat, tucking it under beneath her before seating himself at the desk beside her.

They wouldn't need to take notes, right?

Stepping through the door to what appeared to be a regular classroom Hady let out a slow breath. The 'test' of the previous two rooms weren't hard at all in fact the tasks had been rather interesting and it gave her a chance to get to know some of the younger students a little bit. However it would be nice to sit down for a moment.

Scanning the room for a brief second slightly she gave a nod and a small smile towards Professor Primeaux in greeting. Everyone else got a small wave or a nod sent there way as she moved along between desks to the front and collected herself a numbered badge thing before selecting one of the desks that was off to the side away from everyone else and sitting down. Removing her needed items and setting them on the desk before her she then placed her bag on the floor at her feet.

Self inking quill in hand she neatly scrawled out her name on her badge.

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Hadleigh (Hady) Lynch

She then promptly stuck said badge onto her robes. There. Done.

Ariadne was super excited to see that the third room was the actual classroom. By the time she walked in, the professor was talking to a Ravenclaw boy, but she saw the two windows that showed what the students had been doing all along. She figured he'd been watching. "Hello, Professor," she greeted. Ariadne then took a badge and wrote her name in big letters across it. Then she fixed it to her robes before heading off to find a seat.

So they could talk while they were waiting on things to get started?! COOL! So where were all her friends?

Oh thank Merlin!

Azura nearly fell onto her knees when she saw that it was a normal classroom with normal desks! She turned to see the Professor with his back to her and she bit her lip as she looked up at the board to see instructions..

With a nod she took a name badge, wrote her name on clearly..

And then moved gingerly to sit down in one of the seats..

She quietly collapsed into one, her legs and arms were still shaking and she folded her arms and put her head down on them, breathing a bit. The fall and that last room had taken it out Of her!

What was wrong with everyone? Haddie watched the other students as they entered, pulling out one of the boxes as she did. It would be good for practicing how to make Colloportus actually stick. The majority of everyone entering looked relieved -RELIEVED!!- to be in a normally classroom!? How? What on Earth was wrong with them?

You are all insane. That last room was the best thing in the world.

That's right. The world.

She scoffed, rolled her eyes and returned her focus to the box in front of her. "Colloportus," she whispered at her box, wand aimed. The box clicked locked. And now she waited.

Good boooooooy!

Maggie smirked while gracefully taking a seat. That was a lot better. Hopefully people had been like watching her. She didn't see anyone else who had someone to pull out their chair for them. Were they all sufficiently jealous? Yes? They better be.

Once Zeke had taken a seat too - and Maggie had fixed her hair again - she shifted her chair a little closer to the Gryffindor next to her and put a hand on his knee. "So when's your next class?" They were allowed to talk among themselves right? Or whisper or whatever.

The professor looked pretty busy.

"Gasp!"

David couldn't help the surprised little breath that escaped his mouth as he walked into the third room. There was the professor at last! The man, the myth, the legend! Was he spying on them this ENTIRE TIME??? He must have been, because there was no way Daxton Prince would have gotten through those rooms FIRST. He was probably called in here for breaking that cabinet. That kid... that kid thought he was smart enough to do nonverbal magic, when really he just walked around here like the offspring of a goblin and a Squib.

*scoff*

Oh, and the windows thing. Yep. Those showed him that the professor had been spying. David nodded respectfully to the mysterious Mr. Primeaux and quickly wrote his name on a tag, though he was still wondering if the Charms professor didn't also have an obsession with numbers. Look, even this name tag had numbers on it!

Slapping it on his chest as he wandered further into the room, Davie took a seat beside Ariadne and waited for the lesson to properly start. This guy, he was.... different. So far.

Speaking of friends, DAVIE walked in right about that time and took the seat next to her! This made Ariadne extra happy, because he was one of the people she was most looking forward to seeing here at Hogwarts. "Hey, Davie! Wasn't that awesome? And I didn't even take the first fall!" she excitedly explained. Although, free falling in a room where you were pretty much guaranteed not to get hurt did sound kind of fun. "I had to have two people help me, though." One was Davie's prefect, and that guy had been pretty nice. Ava, too!

She leaned over, too excited to sit still too much, and picked up on a conversation they'd had over the summer. "So did you ask your mom and dad if they knew my parents? Turns out, both my parents know yours!" she said. The weird thing was, her mother had started to say something else about knowing Davie's parents, but Ariadne's dad had stopped her before she could. He'd said something about letting Ariadne find her own friends without their added opinions... Whatever that had meant.

Slowly, and gently pushing the door open, Jace took a peek first before shuffling inside the room. Once he was in, he gently closed the door behind him...and watched the professor. What...is he doing? His brown eyes shifted from the man’s back to the writings on the board. Without hesitation, he approached the desk, got himself a badge and wrote down his name. He almost wrote his name in Japanese!

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Jace Reed

Jace then picked it up, and stuck it on his left chest. The Ravenclaw glanced at the professor again, and didn’t have second thoughts about greeting him nonetheless. He was there, so even if his back was on them, he ought to be acknowledged still. “Professor.” He said gently, so as not to startle the man, took a bow of greeting, and chose a seat near the front. He’s a tiny, half-Japanese kid, so he ought to stay in front, right? Right. Jace took out his quill, parchment, and book, ready for class to officially begin.

To be honest, Olly was expecting another challenge when he entered the next room. He was pleased to find that was not the case. He had never been so happy to see a regular classroom before. He happily went through the door, his eyes catching sight of the instructions on the board. "Hello Professor," he greeted politely before going to grab a nametag. The professor looked pretty busy and he didn't want to disturb him. Olly took his nametag with him and sat down next to Davie. He smiled at the other boy before taking out his quill and scribbling on his nametag.

Sitting was actually a pleasant experience after being squeezed through spaces and scaling walls. Not to say that had been difficult, it wasn't, but sitting and chilling could be appreciated at this point in time.

He was just stifling a yawn when Maggie inched closer. Her placed a hand on hers tracing his thumb along her fingers as he considered her question. When was his next class? It took him a moment to recall his timetable, which he was still getting used to. "Not until after lunch, you?" Of course, that wasn't technically true. He had a free in which he would usually work on Runes things, but his time table was flexible in that sense... it could be done at a later time.

Janelle entered room number three and finally there was the professor. Well it was the back of the professor anyway. It seemed that he wasn't paying any attention to the students. And then.........yes he was. Janelle's face fell when she realized that the professor had been watching them all along. Of course he had. That meant he would have seen..........everything. It was bad enough that she had to live with the fact that she'd abandoned a first year in the first room. Now Janelle knew that the professor had seen her..........fail. She didn't think it was possible to feel worse than she had before, but it was.

Even though the professor did not appear to be paying any attention to the class, Janelle felt that it would be proper to greet him. "Hello Professor", she said softly. Then she paused to read the information that was written on the board. As instructed, Janelle took a nametag and wrote her name on it.

That done, Janelle stuck the nametag onto her robe. Now she supposed, they would have to wait to find out what else they would be doing.

She had done it! She had passed the test!

Could she do another one?

Esme was happy as she walked inside the classroom and saw the Professor. He was watching over the other rooms - just as she had suspected. "Hello, Professor," she said before taking a look at the board. The instructions seemed simple enough.

Taking a name badge, she headed over to a seat by Azura. "Well done!" she told her friend with a smile and thumbs up. They had both done awesome. Taking out a quill, she wrote her name on the tag before sticking it on her robes:

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Esme Darcy

She sent a wave over to Hady.

Rachel wondered if another challenge awaited them in this room but was most disappointed to find out there was not. She masked this disappointment, however, to smile at Professor Primeaux. "Good day. I quite enjoyed that little exercise you planned for us, Professor.'' She then took a numbered badge before going over to Haddie.

"Hello, Haddie. I see you made it before me.'' Rachel took the seat next to her best friend before neatly writing her name on the tag and adding it to her robes.

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Rachel Skye Watson

The box actually stayed locked. Maybe it was just cabinets? She shrugged and put the box away as Rachel plopped down next to her. Queen of the obvious, Rachel was... well, princess of the obvious. "Took you long enough," she grinned at her freckled friend. And then pouted. "I miss the last room. It was epic," she said, very melancholy. And then made a little longing sigh, as if reminiscing about the good old days. "Epic."

She took out a quill and some ink and a piece of parchment and began to list the spells she knows.

Scourgify - good for food and spider webs, bad for ghosts.
Alohomora - unlocking spell.
Colloportus - locking spells. Doesn't work on cabinets.

"What did take you so long in the last room?" She asked between blowing on the ink to dry it. Her face got that dreamy look again. She was clearly remembering her jump, yet again. Haddie sighed longingly. Again.