Potions Closed

With @Anyone. Feel free to respond
Elizabeth heaved a sigh of relief as she began packing her bag, after finishing her first ever Potions lesson. My, what a job it was! Still, she had other subjects to go to and hurried to get out of the door.

Unfortunately, a swarm of First Years at the door made her wait patiently impatiently as she waited for them to sort out what way to go. Really, she though to herself, I have so many other classes to go to! She fingered a strap of her bag, wondering whether she made a good impression or not. I mean...it's not like I have not finished the work Professor set me...the thought, and looked around the classroom.

Odd, neatly labeled Potions were stored all around the room, all in various shapes and sizes. A grand cauldron stood in front, obviously where the Professor brewed her own Potions. The room was a bit dusty and lit in the semi darkness. After all, it was the dungeons. It gave her the creeps, slightly, but she ignored it. She has work to do. Her next class was...ah, Transfiguration. She remembered, checking her Time-table. Another first lesson! Now, she had already completed Charms and was very excited for the rest of her year.
Potions Closed
Irina hurriedly shoved her parchment and quill into her bag. She had hastily written the homework question onto it at the end of the lesson before closing her bag and hurrying towards the door. But as one of the last pupils to leave the class, a swarm of first years got in her way. She groaned at them as they dawdled in the doorway, slowly taking out their timetables and happily chatting to one and other about how successful the lesson was.
'How can people be so slow? I have places to be, people! Hurry up!' She thought, irritably to herself. Just then, she noticed another Gryffindor First Year girl standing by the doorway next to her, also waiting for the flow of first years to pass. Peering over the girl's shoulder at her timetable, Irina saw that they both had Transfiguration next.
She smiled and tapped the girl on the shoulder. "Hiya! You have transfiguration too, huh?" She glanced at the students, noted they still hadn't moved and leant against the doorway. "Know who the Transfiguartion teacher is? Or what they're like? I have no idea who's who."
The students had begun to move and Irina gestured out of the doorway. "Wanna walk with me to Transfiguration?"
Speech: Cayenne
Thoughts: Teal
@Elizabeth Brown

I don't have a train of thought. I have 7 trains on 4 tracks, all narrowly avoiding each other when the paths cross, all the passengers are screaming and there's that annoyingly calm female conductors voice in the background.