Stifling a yawn, Sloane strolled in, completely ignoring whatever it was that was underneath he cloth on the spare table by the door. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in whatever it was, it was just…that she wasn’t interested. As a muggleborn, magical history was something that she wanted to like. When it came down to remembering a load of dates however, she simply didn’t have the temperament for it.
It also didn’t help that she was extremely tired, the cause of which was completely innocent and not at all because she’d spent the evening prior wandering the grounds. Pulling her parchment and quill out, Sloane moved them to one side on the desk and placed her forehead on the table. |