Although Adrienna was not typically known for being awake in the mornings, she had woken up this particular morning feeling strangely refreshed.  She had risen to her owl pecking on her window with barely an objection.  Perhaps it was simply the fact that the weekend was staring her directly in the face, and that meant more time to practice quidditch.  But she had a good feeling about today, as if she was receiving some sort of encouraging premonition from some force she couldn’t see.  This is why she came down to the Great Hall, bouncing with happiness and a smile etched across her freckled face.

She sat down at the Ravenclaw table and began to nibble lightly on a slice of buttered toast, excitedly wondering what would come her way today.  She looked around at the various people in the Great Hall, hoping someone would come savor this rare and wonderful mood with her.