Her knees hurt like they'd been bludgeoned a million times each when she reached the classroom. Alice was certain that she'd collapse right there in the doorway, but she somehow managed to make it to a desk. It wasn't in her usual spot, but whatever. She'd rather have to adjust to a new view of the board than move more, yeah? Yeah.

And if Fuller was going to sleep, did that mean she could, too? Because even though the seventh year had only woken up recently, she was exhausted.

Which meant nap time. Head down.