Aboli arrived for yet another DA lesson, her face as stoic as ever as she approached. "Good day, Headmaster Rosier," she said pleasantly enough. The seventh year was not stupid. There was no way in Morgana's free realm that she would be disrespectful to him.

And to her delight, she was first to arrive. Awkward enough in a class with a professor she didn't completely loathe much less with Rosier. She crossed her gloved hands in front of her and stared at a spot on the ground in front of her feet. It was cold, but Aboli was too uncomfortable to shiver. This was fine!

Everything was fine.