Right right, this was gross, blah blah, Aboli got it. Sure. She could read the smug look on his face as easily as she could tell if the sun was out when she looked out a window.

And of course, as she expected, his directions were appalling. Aboli hadn't physically fought anyone in like, years. Her chompers were still ready to use, right? Ever since she had mastered magic, she preferred to inflict violence THAT way, and even then it was rare these days. She was scared...

OK?

She didn't want to be a BAD person because sometimes she wanted to be and THAT WAS SCARY.

But if he wanted her to fight, she would. Especially if they could fight a DUMMY. Aboli coolly rolled her sleeves up and raised her hand. "I'll take a dummy, Headmaster Trent," she said as she finished with her sleeves. She didn't want to hurt a classmate...not even that despicable first year, Emm. Plus, that would hardly be a fair fight.

She had flashbacks to a time where she bit someone back in before-Hogwarts-school and had drawn BLOOD. Yikes. Her mother had pulled her from that school SO fast because parents complained....could she tap into her six year old self? COULD SHE? "Do the dummies bleed? For realism?"