Violet was having trouble feeling interest in her classes lately, or in anything else, for that matter. It was easier if you just shoved your feelings down and tried to pretend they weren't there, and after a while, you stopped having them at all. It was always a bit of a relief to have outdoor classes, especially when it was warm--even in the spring, the Room felt cold and damp and some days Violet thought she never would get warm. The flowers were nice, too, she supposed. Anyhow, it was nice of Professor Flamsteed to have planted them. "Hi, Professor," she managed to say as she walked past and sat on a convenient stool without thinking about it.