Islay was glad, of course, that she had been on time and that it didn’t seem as if the class was going to be all that loud. Even if she was curious as to why the sky was darker today than normal, it wasn’t right...was it? They weren’t like the usual blues and greys of fall...it was stormy and weird and honestly, it probably wasn’t a big deal right?

She was just going to pretend it wasn’t bothering her at all.

Okaaay, being sneaky...hmmm that was an interesting topic indeed. Raising her hand the brunette offered her simplest of answers, “humans for generations have used different inks in writing as a means to hide what they are saying – be it lemon or with magical alternatives like concealing charms.” see, simple answer.

She was just going to try and work as hard as she could today and maybe, just maybe, she could learn something sneaky herself. Who knew when all this could come in handy. Right?