Gryffindor for life Notorious Niffler
Extra midnight lessons seemed to be the professors' faaaavorite thing this term. Last term it had been extra outside lessons and stuff -- and Emmeline definitely preferred that one. Since she had to wake up SUPER early to have any decent amount of time with her cruppy in the mornings between breakfast and the start of lessons, the twelve-year-old was all extra tired in general these days. Tonight, she felt kinda dead on her feet, like she was a zombie or something.
It was precisely because she was so tired and half-swaying on her feet on the landing below the Divination classroom that Emmeline was one of the first students to scramble up the silver ladder as soon as it descended. She'd been expecting a niiice, big fire that would totally help her stay up but these hopes plummeted as she took a few steps into the room. It was super DARK, and the incense that always clogged the tower room seemed to be, like, LOADS stronger tonight. Her head was starting to feel kinda fuzzy, actually. Frowning slightly, Emmeline tried to get to her table in the depths of the classroom, but she knocked into something almost immediately. The second year was clumsy at the best of times -- and in broad daylight -- so all this darkness stuff was realllly not helping. Thank Merlin that she'd only hit a chair that time; she was prone to running into other people, mhm. She rubbed her knee where it was stinging from the impact and pressed on.
This was taking like thirty times longer than usual. Finally, the Gryffindor slid into an armchair at what she thought was her table (they all looked the same in the dark, really), and was just breathing a sigh of relief when she banged her notebook on the table and the bowl-and-pitcher-combo started wobbling like mad. Emmeline sucked in a breath for several seconds that took agonizingly long before they finally stilled; she let out her breath in a whoooosh and tried to see if anything had spilled. She couldn't tell, so she straightened up in her seat and called out, "Hiiiii, Professor Vance!". The professor hadn't noticed the things wiggling, right?
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