Fifth years (lesson 1)

Hades walked into History of magic, he looked around the classroom and saw no one else was here and it was only him. Hades mentally shrugged and took a seat towards the front. Hades got out somethings he thought he'd need for the class and waited.

Coyota walked into the room, sat down, and took out her things, completely ignoring the other person in the room. She took out the textbook and began skimming through it, trying to absorb as much as she could. After all, if she expected to catch up on four years of classes, she'd have to work as much as possible.

This was Iva's favorite class- hands down. The dusty smell of dust within the textbooks, the feel of knowledge on the tip of her tongue, and the slow drones of history around her just seemed to relax the tense Russian.

Iva strolled in, no books, only a quill and paper, and sat next to the fellow Slytherin. She remained silent, wondering where Zoya could be.