Rearranging for sanity A Poop * k8 *
Hi, Ronan. Aboli finger waved back at him, giving him a weak smile. Her stomachache was getting better the more people that came into the Great Hall; perhaps her own morose mood had resulted in her illness? Pfft. She still felt like she looked paler than usual, though. "Dad's uncle..." she voiced aloud to both Ronan and Alexandre. "So he'd technically be your great-uncle, but still a uncle nonetheless!" she chuckled gently. "Cool. Is there any nepotism present between the two of you, then?" she asked, quite seriously. Nepotism was always a good advantage to have in life. If only ABOLI had a relative who taught here. Noah had arrived! Aboli smiled as he approached, Aboli FLUNG her arms around him first, giving him the TIGHTEST HUG EVER. He was always happy, and he seemed chipper tonight, too, and so she KNEW his good mood would rub off on her. She let go quickly, since Miss Kimmie would probably want a hug, and she watched Minjae, apparently, go get the ladder. "Nice to meet you!" she called out after him. Minjae. Cool name. Professor Kitridge was always so sweet, wasn't she. "I'm doing all right - I hope YOU are all right, ma'am," she replied politely as could be, smiling innocently up at her. Aboli was always the sweetest most darling little student for her Divination professor. Professor Schmoe...was.... what? Was that him? WHAT? Was he a...dinosaur?
She turned back to Minjae. "I dunno. Having a cool name might get old. If you even THINK that's cool," she shrugged as if she thought she were too GOOD for a name like that. PFFT.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |