Violet hated Divination at the best of times, but this morning she absolutely loathed the prospect of the long trek up to the Divination classroom. Especially without tea, which she'd had no time to have this morning. She slumped sulkily into the classroom, grunted a greeting to Professor Kitridge, and plopped down in a seat toward the back, pulling out her quill and parchment as she did so. Were they really going to just hold classes as usual today, if nothing had happened last night?

It was not until she was seated that she noticed the two dark figures at the front of the room. Okay, guess it wasn't classes as usual.