“You must be Minerva McGonagall,” she said. Minerva eyed her warily. This girl held herself with an authority beyond her years. She never would have guessed her to be school age.

“Professor McGonagall,” Snape chided. 

Adelinde smiled, a bright contrast to the cold air that hung around her. “Of course.”

“NEWT level Potions, DADA, Charms, History of Magic, Transfiguration, Herbology, and Care of Magical creatures,” he sent her a vaguely disdainful look but he knew how much Adelinde loved her fantastic beasts. “Are you sure you don’t want to take Divination?” It was partly a joke but he knew that she already had a certain talent for it. She thought for a moment about telling him that she dreamt last night but didn’t. She still didn’t know what it was

She somehow managed to make it back to the dormitory without seeing anyone. She didn’t realize how late it was until she found the common room completely empty. Once upstairs she collapsed into bed with all of her clothes still on and tried not to think about all the stares and rumors and explanations she’d have to give tomorrow. She tried even harder not think about what might happen if Draco didn’t forgive her.