Anyone with eyes would have been able to tell the Gryffindor was dragging her feet as she walked along to Ancient Runes class. That's how she'd been walking to most classes recently; no haste, no pep in her step, just quiet resignation. She would have to go to class whether she wanted to or not and there would be teaching whether she wanted it to happen or not.

"Good morning Professor." Came her distant greeting as she trailed her gaze along the desks, looking for her own. Of course she already knew where it was but the 'search' provided good enough distraction in the moment.

After taking a seat, she glanced back at the rest of the room before turning to the Professor again. "Did the back of the class get robbed? Was it the book no one believes me about?" It possessed to furniture to hop and sing like in the story of the Beast and that girl--but of course she wouldn't say it out loud because the last time she did, it turned out to be true and she wasn't prepared to sit through a class of singing desks and chairs.

Nope.