The Hufflepuff, a tad behind the rest, finished working and set her writing utensil aside. With one arm, she covered the still-glistening words, hiding them from view. Her eyebrows were set low, abnormally severe, and her teeth, finding her bottom lip, bit down hard.

Conveniently, she had completed her assignment just in time to hear Professor Hadley give the next directions.

Oooh! A journey! Perking up noticeably, Wesley eagerly shut her worn, Arithmancy journal and screwed the lid onto her ink bottle. Then she ran her still wet quill across her palm to drain the black liquid. Gently tucking her supplies into her tote, the sixth year stood up and pushed in her chair.

Accidentally forgetting the mints in her excitement, Wesley eagerly followed the others out the room.