Sarah was excited for another Defene Against the Dark Arts lesson. She felt her satchel swinging against her side as she strode briskly over to the venue where the lesson would be held. When she arrived she took in the man lying on the ground.. Was he okay? Sarah walked closer - perhaps to see if he was breathing. He sure was and his breathing pattern showed that he was not asleep (being a drama queen herself she had long learnt of techniques. That was because it happened quite a few times that Sarah wanted to get out of her chore of clearing the dinner table by feigning sleep, after a failed attempt or two, she learnt that one had to breath in a pattern in order to be considered sleeping. So she would time each inhale and exhale to make sure they were all the same time). So shrugged, although a smile, similar to a smirk was on her face now and she looked around. Something was diffrent it was the mats... made it easier to sleep. "Good day professor...s" she said before taking a seat.