She'd barely made it to the top of the stairs when her nose had started itching, and by the time she'd fully entered the classroom, Sam had sneezed at least thrice. She cursed under her breath at forgetting to take her potion; concentrating in class was near-impossible without it. How she was meant to clear her head with all this stuff in the air, she'd never know.

Regardless, Sam greeted the Professor between sneezes, and absent-mindedly took the Professor's hand as she passed, mistakenly thinking a tissue was being offered. Realising her error, she removed it awkwardly and shoved it in her robe pocket. "Sorreh, Professor. A mirror, you said?"

Her gaze moved to the classroom, and she automatically moved to one of the tables by a window. Maybe she would be able to breath more clearly here. As for the mirror? She chose a smallish, plain hand mirror, rectangular in shape with a blue backing. No particular reason, it was neither near the top nor the bottom. A mirror was a mirror, was it not?