All day her confrontation with that little Slytherin, Mr. Campbell, had rung in her ears. What a defensive little creature. But it was true, in a way she was also defensive earlier. Being in Hufflepuff did not sit well with her. So far she saw all of her fellow Hufflepuffs as fairly weak. Though she had the smarts to not say as such. She had written her mother yesterday, and had yet to hear back. Which was odd. It seemed like the woman was determined to write whenever she could. Perhaps she was working more. Alina did not like the idea of that, but it was better than the idea that her mother was at the local pub. Making money to better their future had to be the priority. She had been raised to think about that every day, even if her mother didn't fully intend that.

Classes had begun and Alina was only having some minor troubles. The matron seemed willing to help. Seems as though it was the sort of thing those women did for the less privileged. Not that Alina was willing to admit too much to struggles. What she really needed was a tutor. Someone to help her get further in her studies and preferably pass her peers so that she could prove to her mother that the saving and such was worth it. That allowing her to be a part of quidditch was worth it. Likely not going to happen, knowing her mother. But she could still try. And flying club was not something she had to mention.