The first part of the seminar had actually been a bit of a trial, after greeting Healer Reed and Carlton, because Sinead spent the whole time just itching to write down what the professors were saying. How was she supposed to revise things for exams if they didn't give her a chance to take notes?!
Not that they would have an exam on this, she supposed. But it would definitely make her a better witch, anyway.

All thoughts of retaining information were forgotten, though, as soon as she heard what was waiting for them. An actual run? Okay. That was... unexpected. She really wasn't into sports, but her stepbrother unfortunately was a Quidditch addict and general fan of all things athletic, so she'd been forced to go on her share of activities with him while they were on holiday in the summer. Which meant she wasn't entirely without experience- but she did know she wasn't exactly talented at this kind of thing.

She set off with some trepidation, wishing she'd headed over to Carlton when he waved at her so she'd at least have a partner for this madness. Before she could really get moving, though, she practically tripped over the Muggle Studies professor- who she didn't even really know.
"Are you alright?" she asked rather dubiously, before tentatively offering a hand to help the woman up- honestly, she didn't look alright, planted face-down in the snow. Could she please hurry up and recover, though- Sinead didn't want to lose house points for being last.
Then again... maybe she wouldn't have to do the run at all if she were occupied looking after a professor. That was a striking thought. There definitely had to be some brownie points in that, right?