Nowadays it felt like she didn’t have time for anything. When she woke up, she already knew exactly how her day was going to pass. After breakfast she would jump to that impossible schedule of hers. Per day she had at least six, somedays even seven classes, while others had four, maybe five. She was now more than happy about her time turner, which McGonagall had let her keep. She had been sure that after their ventures in 3rd grade, it would be taken from her.