Another day, another lesson. Cecilia was up early for once. She had spent the morning nursing a coffee on one of the many balconies of the school. She had watched the sun rise and had recorded the moment on a large camera she had found in the room of requirements. The orangey haze blended with a crimson ball before bursting into a large yellow glow. The weather was better as of late and Cecilia was feeling the effects. Though the wind continued the sun shone brighter and it had caused Cecilia's freckles to become more pronounced. She had no problem with this, in fact, she relished in it. Breaking the bewitchment on her self-stirring spoon she decided to drink down the last of the black liquid in one. She was careful not to spill it on her new blue pattern-stitched robe. It repeated diamond shapes all over the the main piece though the back was covered by a cloak the swing round to her front. This was a dark blue. With the position of Head of Ravenclaw - Cecilia always enjoyed to wear the house colours. She even had a brown leather bracelet around her wrist to match with the secondary house colour.

Setting the mug and spoon aside she left the.. the.. actually, she had no idea what room she was in. The school always had a way of making new ones what needed. Leaving the whatever-room-she-was-in room she closed the oak door behind her and headed down to the the main floor. Nobody was about apart from a cat that scurried away as soon as she spotted the red-head coming down the stairs. She then moved into the Great Hall for breakfast. She ate a platter of croissants, jams, marmalade and had some strange drink that kept changing colours every now and then. The drank some of the pink liquid before drinking some more of the green liquid.

Feeling full, she headed straight down to the dungeons for her first lesson of the day. She was teaching her... Advanced Class. Level 2. It was always good to teach with those students who were nearing the end of the standard para-psychological studies. You knew where you stood with them. They were either enthusiastic or scared out of their wits about the bizzare subject. Many didn't take it because their parents had never heard of it. It wasn't long before the class was full and Cecilia was ready to begin.

"Okie-dokie, pigala-pokie!" she began. "Today we shall be..." Before she could finish her words she fell to the floor in a flump and didn't move. Her heatrate stopped and she did not breathe.