Divination, like Flying, was one of Violet's worst subjects, and therefore they were her least favorites. Being scheduled for early in the morning did not help, either, though at least it was outdoors. Violet couldn't hold back a smile when she saw the professor with a large coffee--at last, a kindred spirit who understood that people weren't meant to be up and about early in the day without stimulants.

And yoga mats. What in the world were they doing this time? Though Violet didn't mind the meditating part. A year or so ago she would have scoffed at such a thing, but Miss Howard had actually shown her how to meditate after the disastrous Neo-Alliance year, and she had to admit, it did clear your mind. Which Violet desparately needed to do this year--she felt like she hadn't been able to think quite clearly since last year and the Healer Poppy fiasco.

Sitting cross-legged on the mat, Violet closed her eyes and tried to just "be" in the present as the sounds and smells of the world drifted in and out around her.