Fern's smile grew even larger as Professor Glendower praised her answer. While it may have been not the correct one, the Hufflepuff could not be any prouder. No one else was told they had a future-lesson worthy idea. And NO ONE else got a special note jotted in the professor's notebook.

And the class just got better and better when Professor Morgan returned and sat RIGHT. NEXT. TO. HER. Fern wanted to squeal so bad, but she didn't because she was a sophisticated teenager. So she gave the Professor her best m a t u r e smile, and then watched the Headmistress.

In the presence of one of her fashion idols, the 13-year-old's mouth fell slightly open in awe. Fern thought that Headmistress Truebridge was the epitome of a lady in her flowing dress, nude heals, and perfectly styled hair, and desperately, Fern wished that she too had a skirt that swished. Even Kevin couldn't help but be amazed by the Headmistress.

Clearly fashion, not magic, was the real, ultimate form of power.

Not until the Headmistress left the room did Fern remember she was in History of Magic. And then - WHY WAS THAT GIRL STANDING ON HER TABLE!? Oh, Fern was confused. But the other students weren't standing on their - Yeti Hunting?

Fern was seriously beginning to think that her fellow peers had succumbed to cabin fever. Or been confundused. But never fear, Professor Morgan! Because Fern, AKA #1 HoM student, had read the book before class! The 13-year-old raised her hand, cleared her throat, and tossed her short hair, "In the book, Professor, one of the Yetis has a head cold. It's sinus congestion is so bad that it is all curled up crying, and Lockhart is thiiiis close to capturing it. But then he hears this yelling from one of his mountain guides, who's getting their arm chewed off by another Yeti, and he has to go save them."