It was difficult not to feel aggravated by the sudden flood of students. She had no intention of talking above a throng of other students. One way or another, Rosalie wasn’t particularly known for her patience. She was a girl on a mission, which involved talking to Professor Craft at the moment.

“If you haven’t any purpose for coming, would you mind taking this conversation somewhere else?” Rosalie asked, impolitely.

She felt awful, not long after, and wished she hadn’t said anything. But it was too late for wishes. She locked her eyes on the wall in front of her, hoping she didn’t get in trouble for saying that to another student. Not wanting to speak again, she filled her mouth with the last drops of her tea.