Lesson 4 - 4th Years

Koehae apparated into the classroom, a pounding headache no longer niggling; no, no, it had exploded into her brain.

Last lesson the fourth years had been curiously absent, and she hoped that if any showed up this lesson, they would be of the quiet variety.

Settling into her chair, she whispered, "Aguamenti," tapping her wand on the rim of her empty glass. Hoping water would put her in better spirits, she closed her eyes, and waited ...