Stella blinked sleepily from where she perched on a nearby chaise, her dangling hand resting atop Orla's head. She'd brought a book to read while Ramona took her turns but it had long been abandoned in favor of basking in the sun much like a cat. For a moment, Mo's complaint made Tells think she'd forgotten some sort of evening lesson and she bristled unhappily only settling as Mona took her next shot and she realized her sister was only complaining about that morning.

"I hope not," Stella agreed, thinking it over. She'd been excited about the idea of spending most of the next seven years away from her governess's constant nagging but the idea of trading one nagging source for another when it wasn't interesting didn't sit well. "But at least these lessons have magic." Still, she really wasn't sure magic would be enough to make classes fun unless they had a practical element. Transfiguration wasn't interesting enough to listen to someone drone on for an hour. She did look forward to getting to try things though.

And... "We'll make all sorts of new friends too." It would be like a whole year long sleepover with their new dormmates (she was refusing to think about Mona being sorted into another house than her when they'd shared the same room their whole lives) and while classes might still be boring, the things they could do with the magic they learned in it...