Aboli felt solace in the fact that Professor W was still here, alive and kicking. She arrived pretty early to the lesson, her hands shoved in her robe pockets as she nodded to the younger girl, Ash, whom Aboli had spoken to on a few occasions last term. She also gave a nod to Claudine.

Glum was what Aboli wore in her heart, lately, but to keep herself manageable she wore a blank stare most of the time. "Morning, Professor," she said in an emotionless voice. Eventually this would all be normalized, right, and then she could begin to survive better. Once bad situations were normalized, people could survive more readily. She just needed to get to that point, see past the numbness, and do what she needed to do to keep herself and her loved ones all right.

What a ride Hogwarts had been. Aboli thought she would wish her final year to go slowly, but now....well....