Thea walked into the study room, ready to do her homework and well, study. She didn't really know what her homework was, but - as her mother, who has always been much much better at remembering... well, remembering anything since in the span of three minutes Thea could forget what she just did and would have to go check if she actually did that or no, taught advised her, she wrote it down.
She was sure the forgetfulness ran in the family, as her father, who was, admittedly, a great illustrator, would literally do the same... except his actions had much much more consequences, as he'd forget about deadlines as well, and, well, Thea wasn't paying for the bills or had to raise money for the family.
She sighed, sitting down and taking her assignments out of her school bag, along with some pencils, and a quill, as the teachers professors didn't really permit the students to use pens. Well, they didn't ban them, but they didn't really permit them either. Once one of the professors gave her a nasty look for NOT writing with a quill and a pen instead... terrifying.
She opened her notebook up, seeing the assignments. She liked to start the easier ones at the beginning, it made the Hufflepuff girl feel like she was actually getting something done instead of wasting time, trying to do bigger projects all at once. Another thing her mother taught her.
The girl sighed, looking that the first assignments were charms. She wasn't the worst at them, but she definitely wasn't the best either, especially with the grades system being too complicated for her small brain to comprehend. T sighed and got to work.
After some time has passed the girl, put away her quill, leaning back on the chair. The second to last homework assignment was done and she was happy to know that she will finally be able to relax when she finishes the next one on the list. She wasn't sure which subject it was nor what it even was, she was just happy to finally be done with the stupid homework, so it was reasonable that seeing how the last assignment was a project, the girl started to get angry. Close to the note about the project, it said a name - Theresa Rubel.
The girl leaned back on her chair, sighing. She didn't know who the other girl was, as while she could remember names quite well, she didn't match them to faces well.