Minerva sat in the back of the room not a place she was use to and sat lost. What were they talking about? What was going on? She was not focused, but she hadn't been focused for some time. Keeping her head down and not making any eye contact she felt a bit panic trying to figure out what was going on.

Seeing everyone working was just causing more anxiety and did someone say ice cream. That moved her brain to focus on that for a second. No.. no they were doing something with patterns, was that it. She pulled out her parchment and tried to start working.

Wait.. what did she need to parchment for. Big sigh... She looked at the board and then tried to figure out what she was going to do.