Johanna groaned under her breath. Perfect, now she was stuck directly between the two people she had quickly learned to despise the most in this room. Even more so than Hawthorne with his stupidly perfect face and sparkling blue eyes. As Potter grudgingly took his seat behind Johanna, Hawthorne made his way up to the front and shot Lily a dazzling smile before taking a seat next to her. As Lily beamed back at him Johanna was certain that she could hear Potter groaning in misery behind her.