Not being able to practically bolt into DADA class was going to move her closer to her early grave. Like legit. This was her favourite class and she had to be worrying that too much excitement would give her a stroke. Someone remind her when they said they'd be getting them fixed up again because quite frankly, she was ready to start being young again and not having to dread yoga for fear she'd leave with every bone broken.

"Hello Professor." Despite the multiple aches she still opted to give the woman a smile. Why? Because one did not complain in DADA class. It was like an unspoken rule...one she religiously lived by. A subject that could teach you to hex the face off someone deserved your full respect.

There was a curious look around as she noted the lack of mats and tables but you know what? This was a good thing. Not to be questioned in case the Professor had forgotten and asking would bring it back to mind.