Nadia walked into the classroom and the smell of apple flavored tea filled her nostrils. Or was it an illusion? With some luck a vision of something in the future, hopefully. She looked at the huge kettle and peeked in but the water was just boiling, so they hadn't started, eh? Since no made tea was around, she went over to her desk and sat down, believing that the practical would come a bit later. This was her kind of practical, too.