Felicity had avoided lunch that day, and was sure that her stomach was going to be growling by the time that the lesson was through. She trudged slowly to the classroom, her bag heavier than ever with the books she'd got from the library, and slipped in quietly. "Afternoon," she mumbled to Professor Stewart, before shuffling to a free desk in the back of the room.

Where no one had yet sat. The lid was purple, but she barely noticed this as she sat.