The first day of lessons had certainly come far too quickly in Megan's opinion. It seemed that having stayed at Hogwarts only encouraged a devastatingly short break. It didn't help that she'd honestly felt as though she'd just been released from the infirmary and had very little time to muck about. Despite the general bitterness Megan was glad to report that she hadn't found the first day of lessons all too daunting. In fact if she wasn't herself she'd have said lessons on the first day back were actually ... almost ... enjoyable. But then again she'd never admit that out loud.

Megan had returned to the Hufflepuff common room following her post-dinner meeting with Professor Sprout. She'd asked to discuss further options for her post-Hogwarts career plans with the Head of House and the woman was certainly helpful in filling in some blanks. Megan had been having trouble deciding on what exactly it was she aspired to be when she 'grew up.' And while being a professional quidditch player would be fantastic reality of the matter was that she'd likely end up something entirely different. She was currently looking into a medicinal field for the time being. She just had trouble deciding if she wanted to work with animals or humans. And there was the issue of Potions being a main concern since she...hadn't taken the course since fifth year.

Thankfully, she still had some time to think it over. And Professor Sprout had helped alleviate any current butterflies on the subject. So the day wasn't ruined just yet.

With her right arm still in a sling, Megan plopped down on the sofa by the fire. She didn't think it entirely necessary to ask to sit despite the fact that there was a familiar face already occupying part of the large puffy chair. Megan was so casual in the move that she doubted they'd mind.