Sophie hobbled toward the Irie Room where Transfiguration was meant to be held. Was it end of term yet? With every move she made, Sophie felt like she was going to hit the floor and just stay there forever. Or at least until somebody moved her. She finally made it to the entrance of the room and noticed a line forming outside.

She joined the line, although didn't greet the professor, since Sophie was at the end of the line and pretty far back. Somebody was shooting sparks out their wand, and another student was asking how to do the same. Were they supposed to be shooting sparks? Sophie glanced upward and waited for a reply to that question.