 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
To avoid the Cheshire-like smirk, Zayn at this point busied himself with looking out of the window into the depths of the lake. At least there was something to see there, unlike that crystal bell sitting right in front of them. His gaze out of the window didn't last very long since Aboli was asking him about the question he had asked the sphere of disappointment.
"I ... that ... err ... it's personal." And that was all he was going to say on the matter. He honestly didn't know her all too well, and it didn't help that he wasn't exactly the kind of person that felt comfortable sharing most things that were personal anyway.
At the mention of making things up being something that could be fun, his dark brown eyes rolled as he continued to stare out the window. He was listening to Aboli, but wasn't persuaded in the slightest by what she was saying -- he was here to learn and become a better wizard, not make up stuff for a grade.
Though his head did turn when the prefect when the journal was plopped right in front of him. Was he ... supposed to look through it? He looked over at her, hesitant to even touch her journal. "We've not covered dreams. I think that comes up much later in the curriculum." Which was something he was more than likely going to miss out since Divination didn't seem to be in the cards.
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