Hmm, so it was after the feast, and Evelyn hadn't really wanted to go talk to Lawson, but more wanting to just go straight to bed. Which she did, at first, but then decided that it would be rude of her if she made the Professor wait. And she was actually scared that if Truebridge got wind of that...
So, here she was. Staring at the door with a determined and incredibly sleepy look. Wearing her black silk
pajamas, and not caring about the coldness of the halls (or the waiting room for that matter), she continued to stare at that door for the longest time. Talk to the Professor, or go to sleep? Neither sounded really tempting. What did sound tempting was actually going to the healer and getting some potion to help with dreams sounded nice. Yes, her. Actually wanting to go to the healer...
But, finally, she raised up her hand, hesitating for just a moment before knocking a few times.
Knock knock....
...knock.