Allison closed her eyes and asked Merlin for patience. Her mother only knew that when it came to her interests Allison had no patience at all. Putting a deaf ear and blind eye to things going on around her, she took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Arya. I feel a bit crowded...do you?" She wasn't trying to be mean, but the truth was she was not a claustrophobic and she was feeling so. It was probably her lack of patience, the energy of the girls, and the fact the men kept acting stupidly.

Giving Chaucer a pitying glance, Allison weakly smiled at him, "The chocolates are fabulous. Again, I carry many with me at all times. If you ever want one, just ask."

One more breath. "Later I am going to Muggle studies, I will certainly drop the class if I don't like it." Big breath, "And. My family's company is in Italy," fanning herself Allison grabbed Arya's goblet and drank the water.

She didn't know what was with her, but in any second she felt she might explode. Perhaps going to the next class was best. Perhaps skipping the next class was better. She needed quiet. She needed it now. Allison suddenly desperately looked around her for any exits.