Sam had been just a little entranced by Ash, and had momentarily forgotten she was in class as she let her mind wander through phoenix related thoughts. How cool was it to fly and to heal! But how did it feel to be re-born? Was it exciting, the feeling of growth and getting stronger? Or did it reiterate the loneliness of losing friends that didn't have that same ability?

It wasn't until her bestie poked her that Sam snapped out of it and back to the matter at hand. Which involved pictures, apparently. "We're putting them in order?" she confirmed, a sheepish look at the admission she hadn't been paying attention. "Well that one goes first," she said, pointing to the little chick in picture 6, and moving it to between them on the hay bale. "And that one doesn't look healthy at all, so I reckon that's got to go last." She moved picture 5 to the opposite end of the hay bale, before changing her mind, and putting it at an angle before the chick, as if it was at the 10 o'clock position. "It shouldn't be represented linearly," she explained, before the Gryffindor could say anything. A circle was much more sensible.

And picture 4 was stunning. That had to be at it's best. So somewhere around the middle? She put it down at 6 o'clock for now. "What have you got?"