The storm had blown itself out by the following morning, though the ceiling in the Great Hall was still gloomy; heavy clouds of pewter grey swirled overhead as Hogwarts Students ate breakfast. Alani was sat alone on the end of the Gryffindor table, reading one of her Defense Against the Dark Arts books. Professor McGonagall strode over and stood behind her. "I do hope you'll take a bit of a break from studying this year, Miss Riddle. Your N.E.W.T's are a Year away. This feels so strange to say, usually I'm telling my students to study, but you do not need to study as much. Here is your Time-Table." McGonagall passed Alani a sheet of paper, she took one glance at it and memorized it. "I need my N.E.W.T's Professor, then I can run far away from England." she mumbled. "Yes, you have told me this allot. Have a good day Miss Riddle." McGonagall walked down the Gryffindor table as she handed out Time-Tables to the other Gryffindor Students.