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Zoryn was exhausted. Emotionally. Physically. Everything-ly.
Between not studying for her classes, Quidditch, the musical, and the howlers that seemed to be coming at a pretty steady rate at this point (thanks, mum), the Gyffindor had hardly any time to do the one thing she should have been doing every single night: Sleeping. It didn't help that half of her classes were held in the morning, while Astronomy was held at the crack of Merlin's behind: midnight.
The Gryffindor contemplated skipping tonight, as she did on many other occasions, but ultimately she decided against it. Not because she liked Professor Kennedy (because she definitely DIDN'T, AHEM). Not because she liked Astronomy (because she definitely DIDN'T, AHEM x2). Not because of anything aside from the fact that her parents were on her case and she didn't need to have a howler shout at her in front of everyone again.
So here she was, in class and not very happy about it.
The fourth year walked up groggily, scanned the room for a) her professor and b) some familiar faces, but ultimately realized that Kennedy was no where to be seen. Zor did, however, walk up to his desk and get her face SUPER close to whatever steaming liquid happened to be in that cup 'cause she was curious.
Eh. Nothing interesting. Okay.... Now where to sit?
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