Mehhhhhhh.

For the last twenty minutes, Destiny was having a mental fight with herself whether or not to show up to Lawson's last class EVER. What was she going to doooo when he left?

More importantly, which Professor was she going to bother?

Eh, they could always bother the next Muggle Studies Professor..in memory of Lawson and stuff.

Taking the longest way possible, in hopes that she was sooo late for class Lawson wouldn't let her in, she finally reached the classroom and..

..she wasn't even LATE!

By the looks of it, she was EARLY!

How did THAT happen?

It was those moving staircases. It had to be! She would show those staircases one day, she would.

With her bag dragging behind her, and her hand covering up the still very visible THIEF written across her forehead, Destiny walked into the classroom not even noticing the lack of desks. She did, however, see Lawson sitting on a sofa..alone. Plopping down riiiiiight beside him, she removed her hand from her forehead and turned to him, "Sooo, Marcus." He wasn't their Professor anymore, she could call him by his first name, "You want to hear about them turtles NOW!?"

Pfft, just because he was leaving, didn't mean she would stop bothering him.