As a self-proclaimed night owl, Clara was always happy when classes were not held at the crack of dawn. She often found that it was almost better to just not sleep instead of sleeping so little, or at least that is what she told herself every single time she stayed up all night with unhealthy amounts of caffeine to get through those early hours. Therefore, she was wide awake as she headed to the Astronomy tower to settle in for the first class.
She saw Professor Kennedy watching the students trickle in and gave a curt nod. “Hello, Professor. Are you well?” she asked.
Looking around the room, Clara spotted some slightly familiar faces and some not-so-familiar faces. Seems about right, she thought, as she moved to her assigned seat and set down her bookbag. Every single “first” class of term managed to feel like the very first class. After quite a few years here at Hogwarts, there was something so magical about starting anew each term.
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