Another lesson was about to start, and Zhenya made her way to the Charms classroom from breakfast. She was so tired, soooooooo tired. She really needed to start scheduling her bedtime sooner, rather than clog her planner up with more study.

Letting out a yawn as she entered, Zhenya held out an apple for Professor Quigley. She'd been meaning to give him one, or more than one, all year, but this was the first time she had come prepared. "'Morning Professor," she said, walking straight to a seat and resting her head on her hand. UGH why did she have to stay up so late studying? She yawned again, and hoped Professor Q had planned in some morning aerobics to wake them up. She should have woken up a few minutes earlier and gone for a quick jog outside to wake up, but unfortunately sleep was a tad more precious to the stressed out seventh year.