History of Magic after the lunch break was really not good. Because after a full stomach, Ira obviously couldn't concentrate enough. Not her fault if she started yawning in mid-class. Knowing it actually, granted that she shouldn't have had eaten that much. But.. blame her appetite!

She trudged up the stairs, stifling a slight yawn and made her way in. Ah! The soft breeze! Now definitely she was gonna stay sleepy the rest of the class. Going in the first thing she noticed was the boy spinning in his chair and grinning wide. And the tall stack of books.

....

Huh? Who was he? She tilted her side sideways, probably trying to find resemblance between the boy and Professor Scabior. Who was interestingly sitting behind his table.

Father & son duo? Wait, was he even married?

Whatever! She just grinned back at the boy, and greeted the professor, "Hey!" she smiled at the boy, and looking towards Professor, "Hello Professor Scabior." Saying so, and smiling at all who arrived before her, she made her way to the middle row of benches. Just 'cause she was a prefect didn't mean that she had to sit at the front, right?