Avalon missed the old Divination lessons. The ones with flowers and incense and creatures...and a snappy, peppy Professor Kitridge. She was sick of Rosier and all these awful people turning the castle into a prison. They sucked all the good out of everything. She absolutely hated it. And she was losing more and more hope every day that she would ever get out of here.

"Hello Professor Kitridge," she greeted glumly, dragging her feet a bit as she made her way to an empty desk. Her eyes flicked up to the board briefly, but the question made no sense to her. And she didn't quite have the energy to ponder it at the moment, other than the fact that she was itchy to get out of Hogwarts and see her family again. So she stared straight ahead, simply waiting for class to begin.