Daisy entered the Study Hall, her bag laden with parchment, quills and ink, along with her Transfiguration textbook. The class had been given an essay to write, which did annoy her a tad. She found herself a vacant desk and placed her bag on the table as she retrieved a couple of pieces of parchment, a quill and her ink. She quietly drummed her fingers on the desk as she thought about what to write. Daisy would rather be practising her spell work.