Professor Thimblebottom
The first-year students filed into the Potions room quietly, casting curious looks around the clean, tasteful classroom. A strange, pleasant smell wafted from the front of the room, presumably coming from the tall black woman in a gold-sashed robe. Her hair was pulled back into a bun that somehow managed to soften the solid lines of her face. “Good day, class. Please find your seats. You won’t be needing the supplies you bought today, we’ll be using the class sets. Has everyone finished the required reading? No, just a little joke. There was no required reading. I would like it if you all would understand at least the gist of the first chapter of Jigger’s book by tomorrow, however.”