At first, Avalon had been angry. And sad. And all the other disappointed emotions. It was humiliating being escorted to every lesson as if she were still in primary school. It was awful to be stuck in the dreary dungeon. But strangely enough, she had almost become accustomed to it. Because now, she was just numb.

She entered the Charms classroom sullenly, her usual enthusiasm for the subject nowhere to be found. "Hello," she greeted Professor Peralta quietly without looking her in the eye. She just didn't have it in her to be fake polite today. Avalon made her way to the left side of the room—another classroom occurrence she had strangely become accustomed to as of late. The Ravenclaw sat down unhappily, trying not to glare at the students on the right side of the room. It wasn't their fault, but she was feeling a bit of resentment toward them nonetheless.