Before coming to Hogwarts, Sinead had whole-heartedly planned to enjoy every lesson, not to mention come top of the class in all of them. And she'd tried- she really had. Unfortunately, she'd just never really been at one with nature.

The first part of class was usually fine; she'd read up well enough in the textbook, and she was always keen to answer questions. She just didn't really understand why they had to do the practical parts of the class as well. It wasn't like she was ever going to become a dragon wrangler, or breed Krups, or whatever other weird jobs these people would do- a theoretical knowledge was more than enough for potion-making or whatever she was interested in. Yet here she was, sat on a scratchy mat on the cold and rather damp ground, waiting to be harassed by some other horrible slobbery animal.

But because she was such a good student (really, the professors must love her) she still made her way to a mat as near the blackboard as possible and attached a fresh sheet of parchment to her clipboard, ready for note-taking. That much, she could manage.