Whatever was behind that door, Aboli didn't want to see it. But she nodded at Trent's words and dropped her wand in. Since the recent CHAOS in her lessons recently...she was taking a new approach.

She would not yell.

She would not speak.

She would do what she could quietly, and...be chill. She just needed to be CHILL RIGHT?

Things had been easier before she had put so much pressure on herself to be...a good person. In a way, she realized she had self-sabotaged herself into overcompensating, and THAT was where much of her problems currently lay. Only she hadn't thought of that herself - a recent letter from her EXTREMELY smart mama had arrived, and she felt her mother's psychoanalysis had been correct.

So she stepped into the room, and was not surprised by how disgusting the slop was...the slop that was up to their waists, practically. It smelled. It felt gross. But Aboli crossed her arms and would not give a reaction. Trent didn't need one...he had enough from the other kids. She would wait quietly. What next, though? What next...

Thus is the question of life.