Aboli was distracted from waving at any incoming friends by Trent's unusually...somber, serious, and cold demeanor. He usually wasn't THIS rude or sharp with them. Her ears twitched. Poor Claudine....her brown eyes widened as the girl looked crushed. She would go have a chat with her after the lesson. Was he feeling all right? Had something terrible happened to him over the summer that had left him emotionally unstable? Upset? ANGRY?

Not to mention his question about being headmaster. She held her tongue because anything that would have come out of her mouth at this point would have been sarcastic...and she was prefect now. She couldn't get sassy with professors, much less the headmaster. So she remained quiet and wiggled her fingers in her gloves.

The activity sounded atrocious. Her brain was clicking away at the information, and she knew instantly she did not want to put someone else in detention. She didn't loathe anyone in this room that much. She also wouldn't want to leave someone with their sack...so...she was going to keep it neutral. She would protect hers and leave everyone else alone. He didn't want chatter, so she couldn't broadcast this plan to the entire class as a rebellion, but she sure wished she could. If they all REALLY thought about this, they could all come out neutral...

Alas. Some people with competitive natures would want to try to harm others for their own personal gain. A bit flawed, though, because making an enemy is also not...good for personal gain... Hmm.

She grabbed a sack, thinking about his directions...he said they had to try to take someone's sack...so she might get in trouble for just sitting. She grabbed Bernie's elbow with one of her gloved hands. "Bernie...follow my lead." She said gently, clutching her sack tightly. "Let's try and take each other's sacks without much effort," again, saying this from the corner of her mouth. "In fact...Let's both SIT on our sacks, yes?"