The tiny (at least as tiny as Hogwarts rooms can be) classroom was decorated with strange objects: A little yellow toy duck, a black rubber circle with bumpy patterns on it, and even a big metal cylinder with metal winglike objects poking out of the sides hanging on the roof! All of the objects had their purpose, but barely anyone knew what each one did. And the people who did know what they did were mostly wrong. But I wouldn’t learn that until later. I didn’t realize until I walked in that we were having class with Slytherin today. Not many of them take muggle studies because they would prefer to stay “As pure-blooded as possible” (Quoting Leo Malfoy, my friends brother) but the ones who do are, despite the stereotype, really nice.  I see my friend Kamilla waving to me. I wave back as I walk over and sit next to her.