Presley rolled her eyes for not the first time that lesson. The new professor was completely stupid. Bottle rockets were something she'd done with her brother when they were little kids. Not fifteen year olds trying to learn about Astronomy. But as top point loser, she was numberone on Ravenclaw's hate list, and she was determined to make it up. Even though if the professor had been any kind of reasonable or understanding, the points never would have been lost. Presley looked over at Elliot and raised her eyebrows as if to say 'What in Merlins name are we doing wasting our time in this class' but then she remembered that she and Elliot were not exactly on good terms. Presley would have to catch up to Elliot after class, she had very important things to discuss.

As she hadn't had even a sip of her soda, Presley did a quick vanishing spell, muttering it under her breath and very much wishing she could do it non-verbally, but she hadn't quite got the hang of those yet. No, truthfully she couldn't even begin to do them. They were a mystery to her. Scourgify she thought intently. But nothing happened. After an entire minute she gave in. "Scourgify" she muttered angrily. Presley hated being here and could think of almost nothing else.

She easily severed her bottle, and glanced around to make sure she was doing exactly the same things as everybody else. She wouldn't want to make a mistake and prove the singing lady right about her. Checking to make sure it fit, Presley wondered briefly what shape she should make her wings. They had to be very useful, and very creative all at once. After a minute she had decided. Eagles. They were her house symbol, they were regal, and nobody else had done them yet.