Aboli's attitude now was so much different than her arrival at the beginning of the term feast. She was almost....glum.

Curtis, Claudine, and Serena were all at the table thus far. Aboli gave them all nods and small waves before taking a seat near them, but not right NEXT to them. She glanced toward the Gryffindor table, but she did not let her eyes stay there too long. She looked back at her own table and feigned extreme focus. She was in prefect-mode, sure. SURE. Making sure no one was misbehaving, giving her coldest mug a go as she folded her arms across her chest.

Her idea was to look so unapproachable that no one would bother her.