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May the Twenty Seventh is a pretty boring day.
It starts with Sage waking up at the arsecrack of dawn to finish her potions essay, because she fell asleep too early last night. She had a weird dream about some guy kicking the metaphorical bucket in a forest somewhere, but she doesn't think much of it. She puts it aside so she can sit in the common room and furiously scratch out a foot's worth of boring Potions stuff. She doesn't really care about the class, and if she gets bad marks then whatever. Her dad will write a nice letter to Dumbledore so that she doesn't get expelled. Or at least she hopes, because there's still been no sign of him and Remus hasn't heard anything from the people tracking him down.
Parvati finds her around breakfast time and tells her that, yes, it is in fact breakfast time. Sage nods, and looks down at the five sentences she's written in two hours. And then, she decides to go down to breakfast. Her and Parvati talk about the final Triwizard task (two weeks from today), what their summer plans are (Sage wants her Dad to come back and whisk her off to Paris) (Parvati and her sister are maybe going to Spain with their parents), and what they're going to have for breakfast. When they sit down at the Gryffindor table alongside Dean and Seamus, Parvati chooses toast with marmalade and Sage decides on a peanut butter and banana sandwich.
She carries a peach with her to Transfiguration. Her mind is somewhere outside of the classroom, and she spends the hour looking at a bluebird nest built into the window ledge. There's some bird eggs in it and Sage wishes and wishes that they would hatch while she's watching them. It's only when Neville pokes her arm that she notices that class is over.
"What did I miss?" Asks Sage.
"McGonagall went over what'll be in the end of term exams."
Sage smacks her head into the desk.
Then it's Potions. Sage hands in her five sentences of essay to Snape, but he seems too timid to ask her to take detention after what happened last time he kept her in his classroom. So he simply gives her a scowl and moves on. They make some potions Sage doesn't really care about, she gets it wrong (obviously), and she and her partner Seamus fail miserably.
"What's going on with you today?" asks Seamus as they leave. "You're on another planet, Laurent."
"Yeah," says Sage. "Maybe I am."
There's Charms and Ancient Runes, which are both as boring as usual, then lunch. Sage eats two plums, a handful of dried apricots, and a slice of bakewell tart.
"Your diet never ceases to shock me," announces Stevie, sliding into the seat opposite her. "Like, I get that you're trying to get the whole heroin-chic thing going, but you're really not healthy."
Sage shrugs. "Omens of death don't eat jam sandwiches, babe."
"Shut up," says Stevie, a grin on her face. "Have you come to terms with it, then?"
