A Poop * k8 *
Aboli actually managed a small smile as Professor K said she had thought of her this summer! And while planning some lessons?! "Yes - thank you, Professor. I need to come see you for some guidance about my future at some point..." Her and Healer Recard, her head of house. But with no owls...Aboli suddenly realized....applying to University would be impossible.
The punch to her gut was something she had not expected so soon into the class. But rhe realization had drained all color from her face. She put a hand over her stomach and tried to focused on Professor K's moving lips, the words from her mouth.
Rocks.
Rocks.
They were talking about rock divination.
Aboli normally had so much to say in this subject, but all she could think about was how quickly her plans could be ruined, DRASTICALLY SO. Rosier did not seem like he'd be easy to talk to...but surely he wanted to perpetuate magical people's development and continued education? Should she...ask him if she would be allowed? If "Trent's" treatment of her last term had anything to do with it, she was terribly afraid not.
What...what was going on???? Aboli had lost focus COMPLETELY.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |