"Good," Presley continued. "I hope she quits soon, professor. I really hate her. She sings everything she says, and calls Isaac Newton a studmuffin, and I forgot about uniforms, because I was at Beauxbatons last year, and I was even early, but she didn't give me a warning, or ask me to go change or anything. She just took ten points away right there! So I went to change, and was still on time to her class. I don't have to be in uniform when I'm not in class, right professor?" It was certainly wrong of the new astronomy professor to take points away from Presley. "Besoides, she made us make bottle rockets! As if that has anything to do with studying the sky! Bottle Rockets!" Presley really hoped at this point that Bentley didn't like her first impression of the new teacher, because Presley could be in serious trouble if they had hit it right off.

Time theif woman? "The Prophet wasn't very specific," Presley hedged, not willing to let on that she hadn't received the Prophet all summer on account of her living with her muggle aunt. That was a huge and complicated issue that Presley would get to later. After all of the minor things were solved. Only after finishing her entire rant and wanting to go on about everything that had happened in the past year did Presley realize that her favorite professor didn't look like she'd had an easy time lately. "Preoccupied, professor?" She asked, taking a deep breath. Conversation was about taking turns. If her tutor could see her now, he would be so disappointed.