Caelen listened to the lesson and bit her lip. Wow harsh. Accepting a "fate" is something, but this seemed like a rather harsh lesson. Ouch. The redhead quickly looked over at Nate and then back at the Professor, thankful for a second that HE wasn't old. The idiot -he could be one once in a while- was kind of like her second brother. He was her brother who actually HAD a future after Hogwarts.

Opening her journal, the redhead with the braid wrote down everything the students said and listened to the answers. She wasn't mad that this lesson had no effect on her. This time the Ravenclaw was happy. Because this time this was a good thing. A really good thing. It meant that she wasn't dying soon. What? The firstie supposed that everyone accepted their fate. She was trying to accept the fact that Hogwarts was going to feel empty next year.

And this lesson miiiight just help her. Which was another reason she was currently hunched over the journal. Because whatever she could do, she would. At least to make the students comfortable. Because if they were... dying, they should try and make it like a nursing home of comfortableness, riiiight? She might suggest this to someone later. Finishing the notes, the blue-eyed girl wrote this idea in the margins of her paper. Because This was something that might ACTUALLY be a good idea. Not like that inflatable pants idea she had when she was eight. Shoving balloons up your pants legs was an awful idea. They all popped when she sat down and the adventurous girl STILL had marks on her legs from when that happened.