Yawn. Yawn. Yawn.

T'was a good yawning day. Saturday. No classes. Homeworks can be done later. Maybe there would be a Quidditch practice later. Maybe. Later. If not, then she was going to sleep in the whole day since she'd been nursing a terrible headache since her eyes fluttered open that morning.

But.....not before she eat something. Perhaps food could even help lessen the headaches. Hopefully.

Suppressing another yawn with the back of her hand, Beezus Castell squinted her eyes at the turnstiles which came to block her way. "Ugh. Fine, fine, fine." And there went that ONE SICKLE.

Now can she pass?

.....Thank you.