Fearless wasn't quite exactly a word that could be used to describe Alice, but it was rather difficult to actually name things that frightened her. It wasn't as if she was enamored of those creepy crawly creatures that others seemed to be so afraid of, or fond of the solitude that petrified others. The fact was just that she wasn't baffled by them. It took a bit more than insects or abandonment or death to disorient her, she supposed, but what she didn't know.

Did she even want to, though? She was in the corridor, peeking round the corner at all the people waiting for their turns to go into the defense classroom and inspecting the ones that came out. Some were crying, or shaking, or looking emotionally traumatized. Was that going to happen to her, too, if she went in there? It wasn't like she was scared of finding out what it was or anything, but it seemed like putting herself through a lot of pain that homework just wasn't worth. Was there even an it like that? Something that terrified her right down to the bone?

If there was, that was how she got rid of that weakness, right? First finding it, then conquering it? Did that mean basically, facing a Boggart somehow translated into becoming infallible? It didn't seem like it was worth that either, though, even if it did. So she carefully slipped away to write an essay, because she wasn't a TOTAL slacker. Alice just knew what was best for her mental health and didn't want to become a deranged child like all those other children leaving the boggart room, okay?

That was it. Clearly.