Ella slowly made her way into the History of Magic classroom, hand supporting her lower back. Standing up straight was seriously hard, okay? Harder each day, actually. Was this a sign that she was going to be one of those hunched over old people? SIGH. She didn't want to spend the rest of her time looking at people's feet. How was she meant to observe their hair that way? UGH. Life was hard lately. SO hard.

Managing a small smile, the Head Girl stopped on her way by the professor to greet him. "Hello Sir, hope you're well." Better than most of the people around here who were clearly not. Did he see their condition? Did he? Could they nap this lesson or? Hopeful looks, she'd be sending lots of those.

After finding the seat with her name, Ella carefully lowered into it and let her bag fall to the floor. Once comfy, she sat back and waited for class to start.