This being her last year, Lex had opted to question less in Divination and simply go with the flow more so when Professor Smiles mentioned showing up to class in PJs, she didn't protest, didn't ask, didn't wonder, didn't let it linger in her mind too long. What Lex did do was find a pair of pajamas, change from the ones she'd slept in and thrown her hair into an oh so messy bun to match the attire. Really, what else was there to do?

There was a certain level of dread as she ascended the ladder to the classroom but what met her at the top...actually...wasn't bad. It was decent by all standards and looked far more promising than anything they did last year. Dare she hope? No, not even for a second, but she would silently approve of this much and hope it didn't all go sour. "Good morning Professor Morgan." Apparently Professor Smiles wasn't appropriate? Pfft.

The Gryffindor flopped onto a cushion at Jasmine's table and did the mandated writing of proud moments thing. Having only just woken up a few hours ago, she hadn't gotten the chance to do many things. Still.

Because that was something in itself was something to be proud of. Now what?