She waited until her breathing had come back to some semblance of normalcy, then looked at the clock: 8:54. Good. More than enough time to put herself back together. Malfoy would probably be late, anyways. She idly cast a warding charm over her stack of books and went the washroom to wipe down her face, give her glasses a once-over (did tears   really   need to leave such stubborn tracks on the lenses? It was cruel, honestly) and re-tie her hair.