Lisa was glad to be out of the class. She sped out of her History of Magic Classroom after promptly turning in her essay to Holden and whizzed down the corridor as quickly as she could. She wasn't running nor walking but she was certainly doing something in between. When she figured out that she was ahead of the rest of the class, she slowed down her pace and took a moment to catch her breath.

She needed to think so she rested her head against the wall of the corridor and closed her eyes, releasing all her stress in a single exhale.