Christine walked over to the hufflepuff house table looking a mess. She was still shaken from what had just happened in the kitchen corridor. She was able to dry herself off partially, but was not able to concentrate on the spell. She sat at the table partially wet, covered in dirt and alge. She shivered, feeling the cold down in her bones. She picked up a cup of hot cocoa and drank a gulp, feeling the drink warming her up on the inside.