Divination | Sixth Years

The room was peaceful and familiar, almost calmingly so. Wrapped in all these soothing sensations, Karma was feeling... well... safe, almost. It wasn't something common to happen at Hogwarts, especially when Hothead wasn't directly beside her. She wrote it away to tiredness, not quite ready to realize how comfortable she was around the woman who taught this class.

Folding her arms on the desk, she laid her head on them, closing her eyes and relaxing. Should anyone ask, she'd claim to have been in deep mediation, but the truth was pretty obvious.

Karma Black was asleep.

Sophia entered the classroom in a rush, stopping and giving a soft smile when she noted that her single sixth year student was asleep. Moving to the girl's side, she reached out a hand and gently stroked the girl's hair.

"Lass?" she spoke softly. "Good mornin'. I apologize fer me tardiness. Wee Collin has been a bit fussy, today."

The gentleness of the touch was what woke her, a mumbled sigh the only thing that came from her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open, vaguely recognizing the woman by scent as she sat up a bit. "Ma...?" Rubbing her eyes, the teen sat up fully, awakening quicker now as the woman's words reached her ears. "Coll?" She glanced around the room at around knee height, looking for the almost familiar head of brown hair. Running her fingers through her hair, she blinked, unconsciously deflating when she noticed the boy wasn't there. "Mornin' Professor."

Sophia smiled kindly at the girl. "Ye havenae been havin' difficulty sleepin' have ye?" she inquired. "Or was it jist th' excitement of bein' back in th' dorms, again?"

Rather than go all the way to the front of the classroom, the Scot seated herself atop the desk in front of Karma's. "This year, we're talkin' about visions," Sophia said. "Well, according tae me revised lesson plans, it's dreams an' visions, both, but seein' as how we talked about dreams last year, we'll focus more on th' visions.

"Now, how d'ye suppose dream and visions differ?"

" 'Ot comfortable enough to sleep most places." She yawned again, rubbing the tiredness from her eyes as the other hand covered her mouth. "Excitement. Woo." Shifting her weight once more, she yawned something that sounded like 'oys orms' before shaking her head and sitting up fully.

"Visions?" She asked, blinking. "Don't you need to be a seer for those?"

She ran her fingers through her hair, nodding. "Dreams are when you're asleep, right? And- Visions can be waking..." Another yawn, and she pulled herself further awake, blinking up at the woman before she grinned. "You look happier."