Presley normally loved muggle studies, but really she was glad this lesson was almost over. She already knew all of this stuff, and it seemed as if she was four to have it taught to her again. But, anything to get O's, right? Presley would come to a class where she felt everyone was stupid if it meant she could get points for her house and grades that were above average.

She was grateful that the steak was done. And thankful that nobody had noticed her avoiding it and called her out. It was rather rude of her not to have let Professor Cerulean know about her dietary restrictions before class. Presley did roll her eyes at the next question, but she raised her hand anyway. "All gentlemen seated with the lady should rise when she excuses herself and when she returns." And offer her help with her chair if they knew she was sitting-down challenged like Presley seemed to be.