Her eyes bloodshot, her hair dishevelled, Kiri hurried into the Muggle Studies classroom. She'd had another bad night. Ever since nearly drowning in the kitchen corridor, she'd had terrible nightmares, sometimes more than once a night, whenever she managed to fall asleep again. That morning at the breakfast table, she'd mistaken, in a haze of exhaustion, the ketchup bottle for the milk, ruining both the cereal and her mood. Really, although Kiri had never thought about the lessons that way, they could only help to distract her.

The changed interior of the classroom needed a few moments to penetrate her slow-working mind. When it did, she brightened up a little. Were they going to bake? It looked like it - and even though Kiri would be the first to admit that she didn't have a lot of skill or knowledge (whatever Raiden said), she certainly did look forward to it. Mumbling, "Good morning, Professor," she sat down quickly, staring ahead blankly.