History of Magic was one of those subjects that could either be realllly boring or pretty interesting for Emmeline. It all depended on what the topic of the lesson was, really. Still, the girl Professor Marchand is one of Cami's best professor-friends ever, so Emmeline made it a point to always be on time for these lessons. Even the boring ones, mhm.

Today, though, as Emmeline entered what was supposed to be the History of Magic classroom, she froze. The floor was covered in grass and it looked like they were outside the castle and stuff. Memories of the LAST lesson she'd had where the floor had been covered in grass flashed through the second year's mind as her heart started racing. The flaming gnome; being TRAPPED in vines that took Professor Hirsch a while to get off; the crazy old man having the power to FIRE Professor Hirsch; everything was her fault, her fault, her fault...

Emmeline stayed super still, hovering just inside the room, as she tried to force herself to breathe. Her eyes roved around the room, looking for any possible threats that were lurking (a.k.a. other adults). Finding none, the Gryffindor took several deep breaths and made herself put one foot in front of the other until she was sitting in the grass a good distance away from the professor. She turned sideways so that she could see the door AND the whole room (hopefully) from where she was sitting, before finally calling out:"Hi, Professor Marchand!" See, she could do this. Her voice only broke a little bit and everything.