Lesson One - Fourth Years

[Doctor Florence Nettle]

The Doctor frowned a little bit as he sat down behind his desk, trailing his fingers along the wood to feel it, to admire the tecture of it. There were a few marks on the wood that he didn't actually recognise. Perhaps the clearner had hit it when working during the summer? He didn't much care though. The marks would add character to it, making the whole desk more of a part of the room than a piece of frunature.

He chuckled lightly to himself as he moved round to sit in his chair, resting his arms on the desk itself.

[Othala Thormund]

Othala pouted a little bit as she made her way to the classroom she was supposed to be in. She'd been liking her holidays with Florence. Why did she have to come back to the school when she could just learn with Florence? He was much more fun when he was out of school.

Still pouting, Othala entered the classroom and sat down in her seat with a small huff. She wanted to be at home! Not in this silly classroom. Even if Florence was the teacher, he was better at home,

"Morning Florence."