Let It Begin

Carina had struggled for a while to find the Dark Arts class and she had worried herself slightly at the prospect that she would perhaps have been late. So she was gratified to find that when she opened the door to the classroom that it was in fact empty. Being first was better than being last.

She took a seat near the back of the classroom and removed a quill, ink bottle and sheets of blank parchment out and placed them on the desk before her. She picked up her quill and began to twirl it between her fingers, eyes on the door, waiting for her fellow classmates to join her.