Implosive Explosions Closed

At least a little more woken up from a morning walk in order to avoid the Great Hall, EmmaLee dragged her weary self down to the basements for potions. Of all the classes to have after a night, a week, a fortnight like the one she had just had. She was not looking forward to the debacle this class would be. Maybe for once they would just take notes and not do any potions that could blow up in her face if she was distracted by her ever whirling brain.

EmmaLee leaned against the door to the classroom in a slightly dramatic, woeful fashion and pushed it open to reveal that she was, thankfully, not the first person to arrive. Granted, she wasn't the last either so that was something good as well. Either early or late might have caused people to notice her and that was her exact opposite goal right now.

Last night she had tried terribly to sleep but just could not with her mind rolling over her familial problems and her invasive thoughts about one Stephen Schwartz. After the light from the rising sun through the high window of her dorm room finally crossed over her face, she conceded that there really was no point in laying in bed and coming to no conclusion about either situation.

So she had gotten up and got ready for the day, then set about wandering the upper halls of Hogwarts, an area she was least likely to meet Stephen accidentally. She couldn't go to the Great Hall, because she had no idea when Stephen might arrive for his own breakfast and her stomach was still churning from the rude fool she had made of herself when having dinner, well, before having dinner with him last night. She couldn't really say she had dinner because she had left before she had eaten anything. She had said way too little and left way too early to really be considered a polite conversation with a supposed friend.

She couldn't wander the grounds because she recalled Stephen talking about going on morning runs around Ilvermorny, and she didn't know whether he continued to do those while he was at Hogwarts, and she also didn't know when he started or ended them. At that pondering, the invasive thought monster brought her an image of what Stephen might look like if she ran into him on his run around the grounds and she had to shake her head quite hard and think of her father in a frilly dress in order to make it go away. She had stood stock still for a moment in the middle of the hallway with her fingers to her forehead, her eyes wide and set on the stone floor. When and where had she even gotten the material for some of these ideas?

Eventually she had taken a deep breath, moved on, and gotten an apple and a piece of toast from the kitchens before heading to the upper levels to walk and converse with the portraits that were awake. Talking to them and the movement of her walk around the halls and up and down various staircases was a wonderful mind-clearer until the bell for classes rang.

EmmaLee sighed as she walked over to her regular seat at the back of the class, the better to arrive last and leave first, but once she set her bag on the table, she looked up at the board to see that there was a seating chart there. Apparently there would be assigned partners for today's Swelling Solution lesson. Well, at least she wouldn't fail alone today, but the teacher had placed her and her partner on the first row. Maybe the better to assist their terrible potions skills.

EmmaLee giggled a little at the thought as she took her seat and started gathering supplies. She was paired with Marietta Griffis, a red-haired Hufflepuff girl that EmmaLee had had very little interaction with outside of classes. From what EmmaLee had seen, she was a nice girl who was almost as bad at potions as herself. Well, it would be an eventful class at least if they could manage to produce something of any worth together.