Sam dropped her quill on the desk, and rubbed her eyes tiredly. They still stung from all that perfume in Divination, and she was struggling to keep her full attention on the Ancient Rules text book in front of her. She was meant to be translating a handful of words, but it wasn't coming easily. Spelling wasn't exactly her strong point in normal letters, not alone these weirdly angular ones.

Maybe she should just take a break and come back later?