 The Last of Her Kind
Adrienne stumped into the classroom with an annoyed look on her face. She'd never particularly liked stairs, but now that every single step down took an age she was even more irked that the History of Magic classroom was six floors away from her beloved common room. It was great, really, but everything was so far away from it! She feared she'd never get to a class on time again, what with having to lean so heavily on the railing. Thankfully, though, she hadn't deteriorated so much as some of her classmates, and save for the odd wrinkle here and there she still looked mostly like herself.
Unfortunately, internally she wasn't doing as well, and it took quite a bit of squinting and leaning in close to desks before she found the one with her nametag on it. Adrienne should have remembered where her seat was, as she took this class regularly, but somehow, though she knew she was by a window, her exact whereabouts were shrouded from her memory. She grunted at the professor by way of greeting and hobbled, admittedly somewhat exaggeratedly, to her seat. When were they going to start learning already?
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