The morning would of been an option, except Abbi knew her chances of arriving on time in the early hours would of been minimal. Fair enough, her slacking wasn't half as near as bad as what it had been once a upon a time, but she still took a while to get up. More so, she wasn't sure she wanted to come talk to Flamsteed at all. It wasn't him that was the problem, more herself. If it was up to her she'd be a total couch potato by day and party animal by night for the rest of her life. That wasn't going to be an option, was it?Maybe she cared more about her future that she realized.

After a quick knock on the door, the seventh year took a seat and began twiddling her thumbs.

She was only five minutes late. Good enough?