Justine hadn't been able to think of a single thing at all to write on that silly piece of pale, not for lack of trying, but the lavender wafting through the classroom and the relative warmth was making her drowsy and she couldn't focus. Why was she even in this class? She didn't even like divination. You'd thought it would be a laugh. Well, yeah, but so far it's just sort of dull.

And then Professor Cassie began pulling out the little pieces of proud paper, and giving out snaps for the most inane things and Justine was at full attention. Why was their Professor channeling Elle Woods? Was there one Professor in this whole place that wasn't seemingly mad? The Ravenclaw was having a hard time biting back her laughter, especially when someone to her side shouted out a loud and obnoxious; BOOOOOOOOOOO.

She just managed to turn the laugh into a coughing fit, which abruptly ended as she turned to the seemingly hilarious individual only to see-

Ian. G. Freaking. Hale. Oh, damn it all to hell, She hadn't expected to see that little pervy weirdo this early into term (she'd actually hoped to somehow avoid the boy as much as possible). Maybe Merlin would have mercy on her and Ian wouldn't notice her... As casually as she could, Justine began to edge slowly away from the Gryffindor creep.