She was...not late. She was not late? Was she late?

Late or not, the Slytherin still slowly made her way to the greenhouses, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes and keep the cold away from her skin. Unlike the quidditch game, she was rather bundled up at the moment yet she could still feel the chilly weather.

It was annoying.

Yet, she finally arrived. Alive. "Good day, Professor." she muttered, not really giving much a greeting but at least she remembered this time. Not really noticing where she was sitting, Evelyn just...sat...somewhere at the long table. Sat and shivered. It was warm in here, but she still felt the effects of the coldness OUTSIDE. Close the dooooooor!