Oh sweet Merlin.

Someone pass her her inhaler. Oh wow. This walk. This tree. The excitement and tiredness all at once. The Gryffindor didn't know if she was ready to topple over from the exhausting walk all the way over here or try putting a bounce in her step despite her achy knees. This was meant to be an interesting and destructive class. Hosting it by the whomping willow was meant to increase that so she SHOULD be happy but the half smile she was wearing vanished the moment she saw the Professor and his blonde hair.

His class was by far the most depressing to come to for this reason. The change in her expression wasn't something she tried to hide either as she walked up to the others.

"Hello Professor." She mumbled, eyes locked on his hair for only a second before she turned her attention elsewhere. Anywhere would have been better than at him. Seriously. Making her go to Ancient Runes while he was teaching it was torture.