It was nearly dawn by the time Snape and Lucretia returned to Hogwarts. He had to tell her where to go, as Lucretia had a terrible sense of direction. Also, he had to threaten to strangle some house elves to let them back in and to keep them quiet. They snuck back into their rooms unnoticed, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Unfortunately, there was no time for them to catch up with sleep. Lucretia chose a bad time to go out: the last day of Christmas holiday.

Carefully cracking open the door to the Ravenclaw girl's dorm, Lucretia could see that everyone was still asleep. She flopped down onto her bed, pulled the hangings closed, and wrote the day's events into her journal. If anyone found this, she would be in big trouble. This is why she put a special charm on it that required a password, only to be accepted if spoken in her voice. Then surely no one would be able to know the many deep musings contained on the pages within.

Rubbing her eyes with her fist like a sleepy child, she looked towards the large grandfather clock on the wall. It was six o' clock. Her dorm mates would be awaking any moment. The clock chimed six times as Lucretia hastily changed into her uniform and slipped her journal back into her bag. She left for the common room to sit and will herself to stay awake

"Luuuuuci? Helloooooo?!" Wystaer whispered, poking Lucretia in the arm. She was fast asleep on her desk, face first in a small puddle of drool now forming. "Huh?" She nearly shrieked aloud. "Oh...sorry."
"Did you get enough sleep last night?" Wystaer asked looking concerned, then magicked the drool off the desk.
"No..." she said wearily.
"Why not?"
"Um...I just couldn't sleep... I guess."
"Sure... now tell me the real reason."
"I think I have insomnia or something..."
"Okay then..."

Wystaer reluctantly accepted her excuse, even though she had vague feeling that her friend may be lying. Lucretia drifted in and out of sleep for the rest of the History of Magic class. Fervent dreams of pain and death fluttered around her mind, jolting her awake at every stab they took. At the end, which seemed it would never come, Wystaer dragged her down to their last class of the day – potions.

Snape burst through the heavy doors of the dungeon in his usual dramatic fashion. He seemed extra grumpy today when he told everyone to shut up and take notes.

"God! Someone definitely took their bitchy potion today," Lucretia, now wide-awake, whispered to Wystaer. "I know! He can be such a greasy git sometimes..." Wystaer said, just a little too loudly.

Snape turned around quickly, and said, "I do not allow side-conversations in my class! Shouldn't you know this by now?" Wystaer attempted to look innocent. Lucretia giggled under her breath, "Sorry, professor..." He stared at her for what seemed longer than necessary, before turning back to the chalkboard.

Eventually, a very boring potions class ended. Lucretia always took a long time to gather her things and get going. But in this class she always seemed to take her time. "Come on! I'm hungry," Wystaer nagged at her. "Okay, okay, I'm coming," Lucretia said, walking with her friend out the door.

But something caught her arm before she left. "Just a moment, Miss Morrigan..." Snape said in that deep, silky voice. Wystaer looked confusedly at Lucretia, searching for an answer. Lucretia flushed slightly pink and shrugged. Snape glared at Wystaer menacingly. "Oookay...I'll see you at dinner," Wystaer said, taking a hint and walking down the hall.

"Have any interesting conversations lately?" He sneered, pushing her back against the wall.
"N-no, sir..." she stammered.
"I'm glad to hear that, but you have been naughty."
She started to sweat.
"You know what happens to girls who are naughty, don't you?" He said coolly, pointing toward a wooden meter stick leaning against his desk. She nodded.
He smirked, "Good. See you in detention." And with that, pushed her out and slammed the door.