Allison had long finished polishing her broom, yet didn't know whether to say anything. As it was Professor Vindictus was now speaking with Cela. Cela the hero. Cela the older girl she wished to adopt as her sister. Cela who giggled randomly and instead of making Allison feel all warm and proud of her was starting to make her feel awkward. Cela who seemed to be losing her mind over the coupons she enjoyed? exploding.

Patting her gleaming broom Allison looked around as people filed out of the class. Torn between seeing if her mother had finally written back, or staying behind with Cela as moral support, Allison packed the polish and its rags slowly back into the kit. Then again she did wish to speak to Professor Vindictus...just one small question. Maybe she'd visit him at his office, or maybe she'd take the longest time in putting away the kit and broom and just so happened to be the last one in the broomshed. Giving the broom a small pat Allison waited--trying to act as if she was invisible.