After the feast Cam was quite worn out. She'd knew she'd gone entirely too long without some sleep, and had gone straight to her bed, and fell asleep without bothering to get out of her uniform.

This morning, after ten hours of sleep, she was feeling much better. Cam was even able to smile at people on occasion! That morning, she had an appointment, one she was even looking forward to. Professor Lupa seemed to be a nice woman, even if the elderly man she'd been walking around with was a bit of a grouch. Cam knew you couldn't always judge someone by their company. Sometimes you company was chosen for you...and people don't always show their true colors anyway. The old man...what was his name again...wasn't likely as bad as he seemed.

After binding her curly brown hair into a braid, slinging it over her shoulder, and pulling on fresh, Slytherin robes, Cambri headed out to locate Professor Lupa's office. She'd rather talk to her than the headmaster...and it would do the same thing right? The headmaster was her boss...so long as Cam talked to a teacher about it--she'd done her job...she'd made sure they knew. Outside the appropriate door, Cam lifted her fist, and knocked three times, in quick succession, on the door.