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She'd lost track of time, an action that wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't also forgotten the change in location of the lesson. In her mind, it was a simple skip down to the defense classroom, and based on the time she thought she had left, it could've worked. Now, she was running for what might as well had been dear life, trying to get there before it was too late. Jessa Cambridge was not a runner. She didn't engage in unnecessary physical activity, but there was nothing unnecessary about this. The man was very clear about punctuality and this badge on her chest somehow made her actions more reprehensible than if anyone else had done them.
Her first mistake was losing track of time to the potion she'd been tending. It was a crucial one for the next step of her experiment--but Merlin. The second mistake was running down to the defense classroom when she should've headed straight for the clocktower. It'd eaten up valuable time. The third mistake was not swallowing a potion then heading to the Healer with the excuse she was sick to avoid the man's ire.
In her hurry, she forgot all about appropriate charms to keep this cold air to a minimum near her lungs and appropriate pacing while running. Sometimes there were more important things.
The Ravenclaw groaned at the sound of the chiming clock, the surest indication that despite her best effort, she hadn't made it in time--but she didn't stop running. At the entrance she skidded to a stop inside and remained by the back to avoid drawing too much attention to herself. Her chest heaved forcefully and her eyes immediately darted to the man. Her heart now thumping both from the sudden exercise and the anxiety of the man's reaction didn't help the breathing along any bit. Did she apologize now? He'd already begun talking. Would interrupting really help her case? Was it better to wait?
Not able to think entirely straight, Jessa reached into her pocket, fumbling around for her inhaler while he explained what would be happening this lesson. Two puffs and she was somewhat better equipped to handle things. Now she could be STOKED about them entering the forest....y'know, if she wasn't suddenly worried this man was about to go off on her.
The moment he asked his question, her hand shot up. The logic here was simple. He wanted people to contribute to the lesson. Being late AND quiet would likely not go over well. First, another deep breath, then "Hinkypunks are dark creatures, Sir. They don't live in the forbidden forest," probably, "but they've got the classification." ALSO. "I'm sorry for..." Her hands moved about, gesturing back through the exit as if this helped the explanation. "I didn't....the time.....I ran as fast as I could." Only at the end of this did she realize she hadn't actually SAID what she was sorry about. Another breath. Calm down, Cambridge. Circe. "I'm sorry for being late. Won't happen again." She hoped. This was nerve wracking enough even without his reaction.
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