“Professor, please.  I don't mean ta intrude, but it's the other students.  You see, they're all bein' entirely too loud and, as crazy and daft as it sounds, I feel almost too<i>tired</i>to fall asleep.”  She tries to look around Archon to see if there is anyone behind him.<br/><br/><i>“Hmm,”</i>she thought.<i>“Nobody in the main classroom.  Private lab, perhaps?  So strange...it was definitely a girl's voice, but where else would she be?  Hiding behind the door, maybe?  No, Professor Archon was nowhere near that stupid, not stupid at all actually.  He'd already heard about the little encounter with Professor Weaver.  Probably best not to even acknowledge that little bit of his question.”</i><br/><br/>“I don't mean ta wander the halls, Professor, and I don't mean ta disturb a<i>busy man</i>, but you're my last hope.  And please don't tell Ms. Nilsa on me!  Why, I surely don't know<i>what</i>I'd do if I had to explain to her why I'm outta bed in da first place.  I'm just so tired, Professor.”  She gets dramatic now, her voice turning more into a whine.  “I don't wanna fall asleep in any of my classes tomorrow, especially Potions, you know how I love your class!  It's my favorite one!  Even though I'm stuck with a bunch of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs that couldn't brew sweet tea if they bought it<i>already made</i>.  I'm just here to ask you for some Valaran root (she has never pronounced this word correctly) that I can chew on.  I'm not askin' you to break...<i>many</i>rules, and I'm not gonna tell on ya,” she says, yawning.