Bexley walked into the Potions classroom, took her book bag off, and got her needed stuff out. She always say in the front row, because she wasn't easily frightened by a sneering teacher- not even the Potions one! As she set herself up, she hummed to herself, then leaned back in her chair and waited for class to begin. The Bayleef's shiny dull-orange pelt shined in the teacher's spotlight. Bexley turned her head towards the door, leaf swinging slightly, waiting for someone to walk in.