What in the actual heckin' heck was going on? Aboli had worried all break how classes would go without magic, and she wondered if they'd all require useless work for professors' other schemes while they answered...questions. Cue the annoyance. With somewhat of a tongue click, she glanced over at Kimmie, the person she was seated closest to, who was going to look after the cloaks.

Right.

Aboli wasn't much of a sewer, but she'd do her best. What was the worst that could happen? She'd turn into a human pin-cushion? She'd rather that than some of the tasks Headmaster Trent had given them. She actually forgot to answer the question...what even was the question? Aboli didn't know.

SHE HAD FORGOTTEN IT.