Helena was bored.

Worse than that.

Since it was still very cold outside, she didn't want to wander around the grounds either. Nope, she didn't want to catch a cold. So there she was, sitting at the Slytherin house table, with her head propped in her palm, the elbow on the table, almost falling asleep. The girl was also calculating some things from the textbook, since she was a natural disaster at Arithmancy.