Elise almost ran her way down the stairs, totally and utterly convinced that she was late. The common room had been deserted and her watch had stopped working. So she'd ended up bathing, dressing and getting her bag together in record time and even grabbed a granola bar from her drawer.

Breaaaathe, Elise. Inhale, Exhale. Okay, good. Moving into the classroom, she smiled at the chugging train on Professor Scabior's desk. "Good day, professor," she said, dipping her head a little.

And then promptly flopped herself into a chair, her bag still slung over her shoulder.