That was it. Professor French was a weirdo. Who... in the world hired him as their Arithmancy Professor anyway? He was bad enough in History of Magic, and he can't even teach magical numbers to save his life. Kat was pretty annoyed now. Her face wouldn't show it, not with the straight and expressionless face she had, but deep inside she wished she could just walk out of class. Jeremy Gryffindor? Who was that? And Head Girl for beheading house elves? Kat was already thinking if he was the reason why all of the house elves left last term.

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AND NOW THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO GROW A BEARD. Kat already wanted to scream. She was crying in the inside. She didn't want a beard. It was messy and gross. Kat hid her face with both of her hands and tried to breathe normally. Nope. She didn't want to do this, but she HAD to. She always had to do things she didn't want to do. Waiting for the others to grow their beards, Kat stood up and awkwardly formed a line. She then ladled some beard growing potion (ew ew ew ew ew) and went back to her seat.

STAAAAAAAAARE. "I am going to regret this," she murmured to herself and dipped her pointer finger inside and tasted the potion. Then a strand of hair poked out of her chin, which she immediately hid with her hand. Internal mourning forever.