Sam yawned widely as she entered the classroom, blinking and rubbing the tiredness out of her eyes. Her uniform was neat and tidy, but her short hair was not - having had barely time to run a brush through it to ensure she would get here on time. As was, she'd barely managed to eat more than a bite or three of breakfast.

"Moooornin', Professah," she greeted, before squinting around the classroom to find a desk. She barely noticed the tapestries, instead sliding into a chair and leaning forward on her hands sleepily.

Hopefully the lesson would be interesting enough to keep her vaguely awake.