Yeah.

Cool.

Lake class.

Aboli found nothing enjoyable for the past couple of weeks. Nothing. There was nothing left in her. No fight, no desire to do magic. It was suffering majorly. She did her essays with about as much gumption as an old broomstick on it's last twig making its final flight. Lessons were terrible, but she was able to see Noah. And all her other friends who were trapped Merlin knew where...down in the bowels of the school.

She gave Schmoe no indication of welcoming. She was tired of all of the professors. She was tired of herself. The word "muggle" made her stomach roll uncomfortably lately, and so Muggle Studies was a class she in particular dreaded.