Periculum! Completed

Avis glanced anxiously at the large solid oak door in front of her and chewed her bottom lip. Unfortunately, it wasn't the door that was causing her stress. It was the room beyond the door that she was worried about. She'd left early for her History of Magic class that morning, knowing the first floor on her older brother's hand drawn map wasn't exactly the neatest. She'd hoped that by walking around, the first year would figure out which classroom was which but she was still just as confused as she'd been after studying the map the night before.
She took a small step forward and considered her options. Either this classroom was History of Magic and she'd walk in feeling foolish for worrying or... it wasn't and she would risk embarrassment of the worst kind in front of older students. Avis shuddered. Her usual confidence had unfortunately not arrived to class this morning with her and her nerves held her at a stand still but Avis knew she had to make a decision or risk being late. Finally, she reached forward to grip the door's handle and entered the classroom.
At first glance, she noticed the vibrant portraits on the walls, filled with wild magical beasts of all kinds. Not a great sign. Maybe they were studying the history of magical creatures today? Avis continued walking towards the front of the class, hoping to get some directions from the professor, but the only people occupying the classroom were students and they all looked older than her. Avis stopped at the front, not sure what to do. This was certainly the wrong classroom and judging by the looks she was starting to get, she did not belong here. The first year turned, ready to walk out when she noticed a friendly face approaching her down the aisle between the desks.
"Hi, I'm Jess! It's nice to meet you, but I hate to ask - are you meant to be here?" she asked gently. Avis let out an internal sigh of relief and shook her head.
"Please tell me this is secretly First Year History of Magic," she joked in a shaky voice. The kindness of the blonde girl in front of her was slowly but surely helping her confidence return and she straightened. Perhaps she would get directions and gain a new friend?

As the two girls reached the correct door, the older girl gestured towards the classroom.

"It's not your fault. Anyone would get confused about two nearly-identical doors on their first day. And besides, they're right next to each other, so you weren't even that far off!" she said in a comforting voice and Avis gave her a small smile. She was lucky the Hufflepuff second year had found her. It seemed the other girl had a way of providing comfort even with the small gesture of walking her a few short steps to class.

"Thanks I owe you one," Avis said and walked through the door the girl was holding open for her. Inside, a few first years turned curiously as the soft sound of hallway noise floated into the History of Magic room. As she entered the classroom, the girl gave her an empathetic smile.

"Hope that helps, and good luck for your first lesson. If you ever have any more questions or worries, you can probably find me at the Hufflepuff table, the library, or even look out for me in the upcoming Quidditch matches!" she said enthusiastically. Avis tucked that information away into her brain's inventory.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks again!" she said and was just about to turn towards her seat when she heard a light exclamation behind her.

"I didn't ask your name!" the older girl called after her. Avis turned with a smile.

"Avis. Avis Greymond. " she replied. With her response, Avis realized she’d completely forgotten her savior’s name but before she could ask, the door swung shut on its own with a sharp click. Avis turned in surprise to see the History of Magic professor at the front of the classroom. Apparently, class had started and there was no more time to catch the girl's name. As she hustled to find her seat, Avis glanced at the closed door in the back. She hoped she'd be able to catch the Hufflepuff in the halls at some point and get her name again. What if she needed more help? Perhaps she'd try to find her after class?

Time: 10:00

Avis slumped lower in her seat, trying her hardest not to doze off as she waited for class to finish up. It turned out her two older siblings had not been exaggerating in the slightest when they'd told her that History of Magic would take years off her life. She could physically feel herself getting older.

Finally, students began to pack up their things as the lesson commenced and Avis, who had been ready for a nap moments before, snapped to attention. In the first hour of class, before her brain had started to turn off, she'd been busy not only taking notes but formulating a plan of action for the rest of her Thursday. As a first year with limited friends, she knew she couldn't take a random kind soul for granted and was determined to locate the second year Hufflepuff that had shown her the correct classroom and learn her name!

She slung her school satchel over her shoulder and left the classroom in a whirl, hoping the older girl hadn't gotten out of Defense Against the Dark Arts just yet, but as she approached the classroom a few doors away, she noticed a few straggling second years making their way out of the class. Bollocks.

Avis picked up her pace and barged past the now disgruntled group of second years to make her way into the classroom. The desks were empty and even the professor was gone. All that remained were the brilliant pictures of magical creatures lined up on the walls. Avis frowned and turned to leave. She wished she knew more about the second year timetable. She stopped beside the Defense Against the Dark Arts door and leaned against the wall. She needed to think.