Allison was still patting her broom when Professor Vindictus dropped the bomb about academic probation. Jaw dropping and nowhere to hide Allison let out a strangled gasp. Immediately coughing, she realized that it was probably for everyone's benefit that she bit back her question and slowly walk out of the broom shed.

Giving a wary grin to the broom, Allison put it away picked up her stuff and all but ran out the broomshed's door. There was no time to bother Professor Vindictus with silly things. And it seemed, it wasn't the appropriate time to be eavesdropping on her hero's misfortunes. If you could call Cela her hero; for Allison was taking notice that she saw less and less of the girl. At least Sabel her fake-adopted brother, she would see daily. But Cela was becoming scarce.