De-linted.

If you'd asked her back in her second year what that particular term meant, she might have asked you how the heck she was meant to know then asked you kindly to shove off. Not now though, after so long, Alexa Cambridge knew exactly what it was and how to get it done like now. You could check every inch of her robes and find not a speck of lint. Whatever THAT was. Funny how she'd learned to de-lint but never what lint was and what harm it did.

All thoughts of lint vanished upon entering the room and spotting the uncooked food by the front and the fancy additions to each table.

"We having a cook off--" Eh? Where was the Professor? Curious. Lex stepped further into the room, picking a seat by the front as was her custom only in Astronomy and just kinda STARED. Why would you leave children in a room with food and a sign that says not to eat? She would need to have a word with the Professor...you know....when he finally got here.

It wasn't like him to be late.