Allison spread out all of her supplies and awaited for what their Professor had to add. As it was putting away the wet mop had been a horrible experience. First she had tripped, then she had managed to get her feet soaked with what was dripping from the mop, finally she had grabbed the mop from the bottom and now her hands smelled. Then thinking she was being efficient she wiped her hands on her robes, and she looked like a mess. Cursing under her breath she had taken a seat next to Arya once more and when told to take out her materials she had slapped herself on the face.

Her materials were still humid even after she had dried them. As it was the satchel Anastasia had given Allison was now completely ruined, one could imagine the sight of her supplies. Only time would tell if the humidity would leave the girl alone once and for all.