All throughout the day you were sluggish and overall exhausted. It showed on your appearance. Your students didn’t dare ask you about it but your mood was obvious. The weather was foggy and gloomy as if it sensed your mood. As much as you wanted to skip dinner—you marched down to the great hall with the expectation of Dumbledore hosting an important announcement. He hadn’t even told the staff beforehand so you couldn’t skip out. Once seated next to the potions master, you silently ate. Not bothering to start a conversation with him as he stared at you. Observing you. It only made your irritation grow.