First Class((Fifth Years))

[Justly]

Yet another year teaching Divinations, a class that Professor Preena McMoon particularly enjoyed when she was younger.
And now it was her turn to spread her knowledge and educate students with the potential to harness 'the gift'.
'The gift, as many of her students might know, was her favorite subject, and she begins every year by stressing the importance of having 'the gift' and then dropping a not-so-friendly little hint that those without 'the gift' should not be taking the class at all.

When Gwyneth Justly stepped into class, she noticed that her professor was wearing that same knowing look she always had when she was about to give a long lecture.
With a sigh she took a seat in the back in one of the old purple upholstered armchairs that had been Professor McMoon's preferance when she began teaching.
"Good Morning Professor," Justly called, rolling her eyes when the teacher only gave her a small nod in return.

[elliexwood]

Ellie walked into class, trudging her feet along the ground. She hated Divination. Hated it. She didn't posses 'the gift' and was constantly picked upon by Professor McMoon. Great, she thought, I'm the only Gryffindor here so far. Fantastic. She took a seat without saying or doing anything to acknowledge McMoon.

[Justly]

McMoon could feel the negative energy entering her otherwise calm atmosphere, the students were entering classes. How lovely. With a twirl/turn she headed for one of her favorite cabinets, pulling out a number of incenses, three of them to be exact, and began to set them up around the room.

Gwyneth looked up and tried not to groan. Preena McMoon was insane. The room was already stuffy and unbearably hot, and now she was lighting incense.