Allison followed Arya, Em, and Sabel to the seventh floor, where Sabel said his goodbye--much to Allison's dismay and giving him puppy looks to stay, which did not work. Stepping in front of the portrait, Allison wondered if the trolls had ever really learned ballet. It was an art, really. And she loved ballet. With a pirouette here, and a leap there. Not forgeting to plié and smile towards the audience, the movements were graceful and calmed Allison nerves.

Forgetting where she was Allison did a plié and a tilt, extending her small feet and pointing them. Suddenly she bloomed and her smile gleamed. She missed ballet and watching Barnabas teach the trolls gave her hopes for a good year. Perhaps she'd come often to practice with the trolls.

Looking behind to see if Arya and Em were ready...she realized they were no longer there. Had they played a practical joke and left her? Frowning Allison did the only magic she knew. Wrote on a parchment and folded it with her wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Leaving the parchment floating for them to find, Allison walked back to her common room.