Allison was having one of those days where she was feeling absolutely deplorable about herself. She'd been having days like this for a long time, so she usually knew how to deal with it, but today those tactics weren't working. She had done her hair and makeup, and was wearing nice clothes (specifically a black shirt with flowers on it, a pair of jeans, and brown boots). She had gone and spent some time with her cousins, Miles and Emma. She had even tried debating some things with an idiot in the mess hall, but none of those had worked.
Allison had resigned herself to a good book and the fountain in the cabin courtyard. She was sitting on the ground with her back against the fountain. One of Allison's key learning talents was languages, and this book was in own of the newest languages she had conquered: Gaelic.