After a day on the Hogwarts Express, Rita was feeling like an elephant had just trodden all over her. Make that a herd of elephants, actually. And her luggage had gotten lost in transit. So nw she was walking into Hogwarts wearing a pair of muggle baby blue skinny jeans and an orange fluffy jersey. Hooray for muggle-ness. Or not.

Apparently, she had to go see the vice-head upon arrival. So, that was where she was off to now. Except, Hogwarts was really much more complicated then Beaxbatons could ever hope to be. Their definition of hectic was Hogwarts' straightforward. There was no way that Rita would fit in among these sour-faced, stoney looking individuals. In one word, Brits. Duh. She was so much more French then she was English. Unlike her mother. But, maybe her mother was like a frenchwoman. I mean, Napolean was French. So Marianne was very possible just working off her French genes.

There, that seemed the right corridor. According to the map she had anyway. And, it wasn't what you usually called a great map. Rita had only been here for five minutes and already she wanted to go back. So much for feeling at home amid your fellow countrypeople. But, this was a challenge, something she hadn't had at Beaxbatons for a while. So, in the end it was worth it.

Here - the plaque on the door pronounced it to be:

Professor C. Umdolmir
Defence Against the Dark Arts
Deputy Head

Which exactly where she'd been heading, so maybe the map wasn't as pointless as she thought it was. After all, had she been in Beaxbatons, it would've taken her at least half an hour to get someone to tell her where the offices were. And they didn't give maps out to new students. But they probably would not have given one to her if she wasn't who she was.

Bravely opening the door, Rita proclaimed,
"Hi, Professor. I'm here."