Ignoring the lint roller as usual, Alice entered the Astronomy classroom with a slight variation to her gait. Today, there was a hint of a limp in the lioness' stride, though she tried to hide it. But ever since Alexa kicked her in the shin, her knee hadn't felt the same, and it was killing her again.

The pain had been bearable on her way to the tower, but as soon as she reached the semicircle of chairs, it gave out on her. She collapsed into a seat next to that Toussaint kid, wincing and clutching her knee and mentally praying that Kettleburn wasn't around him today, because she couldn't handle loud third years on top of this all.

"Mo-owww-rning, professor," she greeted through gritted teeth. Merlin. So painful.