Kiri followed Reese into the room, wondering what the creepy professor had planned for this lesson. After the last one, she would expect a demonstration of the second Unforgivable curse, but she'd heard rumours that the new headmaster (whoever he was) had not been happy with that.

There were no tables. And no chairs. Kiri badly wanted to sit down - her cold was in full swing. For the past two days, she'd walked everywhere sniffling and sneezing, her bag full of tissues - new in the mornings, increasingly used as the day progressed - if it just had been that, she probably would have been happy, but in addition to a snot-filled nose she'd acquired a pain-filled head as well... The steady pounding in her temples made thinking difficult. Her back hurt, too.

"Good evening, Professor," she said, a little indistinctly, dropping her bag to her feet.