Zhenya had decided during the summer holidays that she was going to go hard with the studying at the start of term. Not the middle, not a week before NEWT's, but NOW! So, she entered the library, her new glasses pushed up her nose, three books under her arms, and she made her way to the front desk. For a few reasons, actually. But first of all, "Hello Professor Kitridge," she said happily, blinking, then correcting herself. "Er… Mr. Kitridge." Why was she always doing that?