Amy pulled and dragged her feet all the way up the floors until she was here. THE Professor's room. Man. She hadn't wanted to do this, but then she felt bad, and again hated that she had a conscience. It was so annoying and made her appologise for stupid things. Her hair had been sorted out after a long time and Sammy appearing to pull the fourth brush from her hair. There was probably a comb in there somewhere. In fact she knew there was. It was her argument. Well, her proof as to why those caps were EVIL.

'Cause they were.

And so, the shorty fifth year made her way over to the chairs where there was a short one. Only, he was meant to be short, it was obvious he was a first year, and there was no real reason for her to be short.

She knocked on the door before she sat down and waited. It was just polite. That and she didn't want the professor to eat her if she was interupting by saying anything