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Having lessons in random locations around Hogsmeade was just too much of a change for Cordelia to cope with. It was bad enough that they had to leave the castle in the first place, and now the headmaster was trying to make them carry on with classes here as if everything was okay. It wasn’t okay. She didn’t like this new environment and there was no way she could focus on classes in this strange place, especially after the whole everyone almost dying in the mist thing. There was nothing consistent or predictable about their current living situation at all and it was severely impacting her school performance and her overall well being. Not to mention the crazy amount of stress that was sending her blood sugar through the roof and she was just exhausted. Physically and emotionally she just wasn’t in a state where she could handle doing lessons. Normally Cordelia would have been full of energy and coming up with crazy answers to any questions that she wasn’t totally sure about. However, she was currently sulking at a table in the back corner of the room. No, she hadn’t looked at the rune cookies and no, she didn’t have any materials out for taking notes with. She wished that the school would have sent them all home after the evacuation. What she wanted most of all right now was for Lorelai Stemp to get the headmaster to let her go home. Cordelia stared blankly at the professor when she spoke, not really processing the words that came out of Professor Beryl’s mouth. No, she wouldn’t be answering the professor’s question nor would she be putting any brainpower into answering the question. When would she be able to go home?
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