Aboli was interrupted, first, by Curtis. Who, when she made eye-contact with, made her blush because of their....last time they saw each other, which had been the train ride home. She regretted it now, but she didn't really want to tell CURTIS that. She merely sighed and shook her head. "Curtis....we have to keep the littles safe this term. Us seventh years HAVE to," she said softly as she continued pacing. "And hopefully our parents will be frightened by our lack of communication and SOMETHING will be done - " She stopped talking when a first? Second? year entered.

She was about to comfort him, even with just a hand to his shoulder, when he THREW UP. Aboli, who always wore gloves, covered her nose with her hand and tried not to vomit herself. Using her wand, she quickly tried to siphon some of it away. "Curtis, go fetch a warm rag, please? NOW!" she barked. "Are you okay?" she asked, noticing a stray...piece...of vomit....and shuddered.

Ahem. Okay. Clear all of it...away.... Luckily she was good at cleaning spells, or so she thought. "Everything is going to be okay. We have to stick together. I may not be prefect anymore, but I WAS, and always WILL BE a snake. And snakes stick together." Where was Claudine? She'd be a help at this time. Or Fiona....

Aboli's head turned SUDDENLY at the tone, and she snorted. "None of us, yeah? They did. The bad guys. Clearly. All of our communication is cut off, I'm assuming. I don't have an owl but...are your owls still in there? Or...." What had become of the owlery?!