Avalon was beyond relieved that Professor Fuller-Thompson had a relaxing lesson in mind for the day. And she felt like jumping for joy at the feeling of the sun on her face, even if it was just a charmed object. The past few weeks had been beyond stressful, and the young Ravenclaw didn't know how many more tough lessons she could take. She was almost looking forward to heading home at the end of the term. At least she could resume her normal peaceful existence back in London.
As she tilted her face toward the artificial ball of light, she felt inclined to agree with the professor's notion of sunlight. But what else couldn't she live without? Her family, of course. But that seemed a bit cliche. Fashion maybe? Or perhaps books. Both good options, but they seemed a little shallow. "Creativity," she said finally after raising her hand. She had a lot of things that she loved, and all of them somehow involved ideas and imagination. Without expressing herself through her writing or her clothes, she wouldn't have an outlet for her individuality. And that would be truly dreadful indeed.
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