In perhaps what was the best timing possible, Professor Dainsie called the Gryffies to the common area. Gwen had been in the washroom, attempting to curl her lashes around the tip of her wand. The last time the tip of Gwen's wand had come near her head, she had set her hair on fire, the spot still obvious by the stripe of scarlet hair. Perhaps it was best that she stop.

Still, this was rather odd. Mightn't they be going to the end of term feast soon? Hmm.

"Hi Professor," she said, ambling down the girl's staircase and plopping down into her favorite chair.