Caelen walked into the classroom, rebraiding her red hair and tying the signature blue ribbon around the ponytail that held it together. Because it was becoming kind of her THING. Some kids had quidditch, some kids had Gobstones, she had a blue ribbon in her hair.

And as she took out her journal and her sparkle pen -which was constantly running out of ink and gaining ink back as if some invisible entity was granting her the gift of ink- she looked at the Professor. He looked... stressed. More tense, if you could call it that. And she was calling it that. Because he did.

"Is everything okay, sir?" The firstie wanted to know. Because weren't the students supposed to be the ones stressed with learning and education, not the teachers? She was pretty sure that was the way school worked, right?

Either way, the child thought that this was probably going to like potions. It was a trait she gained from her brother. Thanking the nights where he let her watch him make potions and let her help put in the non-dangerous ingredients were to thank for that. But don't let him know. He wasn't supposed to know that he contributed something nice to her life. Because he was her brother, and that's how it went.