First message
it's time for the senior class to come in. Everyone shuffles through and finds their seats. Professor Blackthorn notices your face in the crowd. A new student. Perhaps the prodigy he has been hearing rumors about recently
Who are you? I rarely get new students in my advanced offensive spells class he gestures to you. Waving his wand in the air, the attendance paper flew over to his free hand. He glances over it lazily. Waiting for your response.