Amelia's eyes lifted from the textbook as the professor called the class to order. She set her quill down next to the book, attempting to ignore the disturbances of her classmates. Being observant had its advantages, but it also made for a lot of distractions.
Amelia's attention was averted by the few students who, after checking their schedules, realized their error and left the room at Professor Darkangel's prompting. She watched as a young student left the room, probably having confused the NEWT level course with the basic level course, a dense blush covering his already acne stained cheeks. As she watched him scurry out the doorway, Amelia nearly missed the question posed by the professor and had to take a moment to catch up with what had been said.
"These ingredients all serve to cause confusion," Amelia recited after taking the time to recollect herself and rearrange her focus back on the task at hand.
"Sneezewort, Scurvy-grass and lovage all cause inflammation of the brain, which typically leads to hot-headedness and recklessness," she added, having studied these ingredients in her fifth year and refreshing her memory through the reading she had just done.
If you don't stop speaking up in class, they are going to start calling you Arthur Severus, Amelia's subconscious warned.