The only thing worse than mindless homework was boredom, which is why Holly had taken it upon herself to find something to do that didn't involve scouring the library for book she'd never find. Nowadays Madam Sykes was one of Holly's only friends, but the matron was rarely available midday with the older students needed escorting to and from their classes. She had frowned when passing the away notice on her office, but carried on without a second thought.

There was one other person who had a history of entertaining Holly during downtime: Seneca Lestrange. Holly would not consider them good friends, but they knew each other well enough and shared interests.

"Have you learned something worth demonstrating recently?" she asked dully, leaning against the wooden desk that sat along the others. "I feel like Professor Sleptov is never going to get to the fun stuff. The best we've done is boggarts, and it's been a whole three years now." Now that Seneca was a sixth year, Holly hardly had a chance against her in any type of duel; but still, there was always something to be learned.

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