She'd considered loitering around right after class, but had thought better of it, mainly because, well, duh, lunch was being served in the Great Hall. Herbology was clearly hungry work for a second year like her, and she needed her sustenance. She also didn't want to run the risk of no seconds on one of her favourite meals.

But after a good helping (or three) of bangers and mash, she'd doubled back round to Myers' office, er, meeting place-space-thing to ask him about something that had been bugging her. Because clearly, she was missing out on some nugget of information that would make sense of whatever Myers had been wearing and talking about in lessons. She knew others got it, so why didn't she? Surely it wasn't just some elaborate joke at the second year's expense?

She knocked lightly on the door, before shoving her hands in her pockets and rocking lightly on her feet.

Knock knock knock.