Professor Potter's office

Elizabeth sat down in her chair, slightly exhausted. She loved being back at school but she was slightly apprehensive of how many WWW items would have wormed their way into the book bags of students.

The ticking of her clock bothered her--as it always did when it was running late. Her mahogany desk was looking even more comfortable than it usually did and the papers lining it reminded her of pillows.

Merlin, why didn't she just go to bed?