Aboli had come prepared, W. She had waterproofed herself and her robes, worn her feaux dragon leather gloves, AND had her wand in her hand, twirling it away as she approached the area. She wouldn't be caught dead wearing a real dragon.

She settled in near Cece Summers, someone she had grown from dislike to like as of late. She didn't verbally greet her, but she did nod in her direction. Nem's commentary as they entered was as irritating as ever. Most things lately, though, were as irritating as ever. "Good day, Professor," she said as she stopped twirling her wand momentarily. She liked to keep it close to her grasp these days. She had been working on her reflexes with collecting it from her holster as well.

Aboli Song was prepared. For what? Well.

Ahem.

The muggleborns being treated poorly during lessons was getting old fast. Aboli could feel her chest hurting.