Dragging her feet into the greenhouse, Louisa was holding her shoulder bag in her hand instead of hanging it on her body. She had this hunched back and dark circles under her eyes, everything indicated that she'd been attacked by a troll.

She wasn't, though. Louisa was just miserable.

Nodding her head at Professor Bentley and croaking, "Good day." for the professor. It was another sad day for herself. She was convinced that eventually, she'll die. Might as well catch up to as much classes as possible instead of going to heaven uneducated.