The journey to the Divination tower on the seventh floor was NEVER a pleasant one. Why? Simple. Nora was a Slytherin. Slytherins lived down there, in the dungeons. There was a LONG way from there to the seventh floor.

After climbing the ladder, she finally entered the classroom and her eyes drifted across the room directly towards the BEAUTIFUL parrot. But she wouldn't touch it. "Hello, professor," she smiled brightly at yet another unfamiliar figure, after which she took a seat somewhere in the front, waiting quietly for the lesson to start.