She sat on the couch cross-legged with a book held in her hands and a frowning expression. Yeah, she frowned at books which she didn't like, or found hard. Like this particular one. Ugh. Herbology was so not her thing. Really, all the blame went back to her father for insisting she took this subject. She could see the 'T' itched on the parchment that will contain her OWLs results. At least then she'd be expected to drop it. She was going to miss Bentely. The woman was nice and decent.

Deciding it was time for a break, the fifth-year snapped the book close and set it aside then stretched her arms and legs, popping her joints and groaning softly. She'd been sitting in this position for quite a while.