Macy slid inside the classroom, her shoes squeaking on the floor. I'mnotlate.I'mnotlate.I'mnotlate. She gathered herself, standing up out of her ninja-pose and gave the Professor a smile.

"Afternoon, Professor Hadley," she said, before skipping off to her seat. Ahhh, arithmancy. All the beauty of math and divination combined into one. Macy set her books out on her desk, carefully arranging her quill and parchment on top of them. There. She was ready.