Lasca finally found the appropriate door. She gathered her last remaining reserves of strengh and knocked twice on the door. She hoped that the DADA professor was here. She didn't think she could do this again. She was still upset, but it had taken all her courage to walk here alone.

Her hair was still streaked through with silver and her eyes were still glossed over silver as well. Standing at the door she waited politely for the inevitable confrontation. Whatever happened she would meet it with dignity and respect.