_{Wednesday, 31 March 2010 | 0900-1000 hrs | 6th floor classroom}

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[O+0] Aaron Doyle
[O+0] Joshua Harcroft
[O+0] Walton Dodd
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[O+0] Ji-Hyun Jeun
[O+0] Zel Trumble
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[O+0] Alexandra Carstairs
[O+0] Rosamund Carstairs
[O+0] Elijah Grimlish
[O+0] Sasha Schlagenweit
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[O+0] Bran Blackwell
[O+0] Cadance Bulstrode
[O+0] Jordyn Dimbleby
[O+0] Gracie Slant
[O+0] Xavier Tawse
[O+0] Theo Whitman
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[O+0] Vladlena Savitskaya

Welcome to Arithmancy
Come in and take a seat anywhere. We'll begin promptly upon the hour.
Today's lesson will be an end of year examination review.
No materials needed for today, though note-taking is encouraged.

To ensure the students’ readiness for their end of year exams, Henry had spent the better part of the spring holidays studying over the lessons given by their old professor, Madam Levartian. All reports showed that she had been a fantastic instructor – and with their combined efforts, Professor MacLeod was sure that the students would be more than ready for those all-important tests. Some would be facing their N.E.W.T.’s soon and the professor was both excited and nervous to see how well they handled it.

For most, a NEWT in Arithmancy would just be an extra grade, not really useful in their chosen careers, but nice to have. For others, such as those aspiring to become cursebreakers, this was an essential and crucial class. That’s why Henry had decided on hosting a review lesson. It had been quite a bit since the older years had been reviewed on the basics of arithmancy, and Henry wasn’t really sure if they even could complete an equation from the ground up.

Certainly it was all information the students should know, but time had a way of making one’s memories foggy, and to pass their end of year exams, a clear head was certainly necessary. As the students started filing into the room, the pint-sized professor took a long drag from his pipe and held it in his lungs. He nodded toward those students that greeted him, and welcomed the class with a warm smile, letting the smoke flow from his nostrils like a tiny, hairy dragon.

Rosie, had for some reason or the other, arrive quite a bit earlier for the Arithmancy class. Which was rather surprising, given she was always, always late or walking at the last moment, due to various projects in need of constant checking and the... ridiculous vastness of Hogwarts. But she smiled at Professor MacLeod and gave him a little wave, cheeks red from running all the way to the sixth floor.

She took a seat at the front of the class and prepared her parchment, inkwell and her new bright purple quill, kindly supplied by her older sister. Arithmancy, sort of like all the other subjects Rosamund was taking, was a fascination in on itself, but it was Professor MacLeod that seemed to make the class ever more interesting. Rosie was rather enthusiastic about today's lesson.

"Good morning, Professor" came the sweet, bright greeting of one Bran Blackwell, only mere moments after. It wasn't that Rosie had anything with Bran Blackwell, they didn't really know each other besides the occasional discussion on musicals or the newest production on West End when forced into the company of each other. And she supposed he was rather attractive person, if one cared for such things, she had heard he was very fashionable, but Rosie was sixteen and her older sister, if not her mother, still acquired her entire wardrobe. He was pleasant she supposed... There just was something a bit off about him, that made Rosie rather cautious around him.

Bran took a seat a few rows behind her and threw her a blindingly dazzling smile, which she returned halfheartedly. It was still early, but Rosie couldn't help wishing Ji-Hyun to arrive at the earliest possible convenience.