Lorelai, sunken into a slump of a hair-do that hadn't been done in a while and absolutely no makeup, stepped into the Transfiguration class, and managed a small smile at the Professor. Managed and small, being the key words. Both equalling forced and fake; something she had never wanted to do. But she just wasn't in the mood. She was tired, term was nearing the end, and by golly was she revised out.

But it was just to pass her OWLs. That was it. Other than that, it was revision solid, catching Adam around the grounds. more revision and even more revision. SIGH.

She took a seat towards the middle of the class, but near the door aswell, easy to make a get away if needs be.