The walk may have been a mistake. This morning she had stood in the mirror and marveled at how she was able to tame her hair into pretty ringlets. However, none of that mattered as she didn’t account for the misty Scottish weather, and she felt her hair growing by the second. It was a lost cause; no drying spell could save her now. Glancing at her watch, she noticed she only had about ten minutes before she was supposed to meet the Headmistress and the rest of the students taking the remote NEWT class.