Shivering, Wesley held her robes close. She missed having class down stairs where it was warmer...and even though vomit was gross, it seemed about on par with owl poop at this very moment.

Though, upon closer analyzation, the second year decided she was very thankful for the droppings and stench. Anything to keep her from thinking about how HIGH they all where and about the OPEN WINDOW and DEATH DROP.

Wesley moved back, away from the crowd, and closer to the center of the room. Far away from the window. Biting her lip, she resisted the urge to sit down on stable ground. Or just run away.