Lorraine had been sitting in her class for a good hour now. If there was one thing about Lorraine, it was that she was never late for a class. Ever. Even when she was sick, she would certainly be sitting at her desk with a medical face mask(to make sure no one else caught what she had) if a potion took more than one day to heal her sickness.
As she sat in her chair, tidying up the papers she had taken out on her desk, "Transfiguration, Year Six, Professor André" was written neatly on the blackboard to her left. Even after four years of teaching this class, the young half-Veela couldn't help but to be nervous as she read over her student list.
The first bell rang to signal the students would be leaving for her class. It was only a matter of time before the students started filing in.