Amelia smiled as Christabelle reappeared, receiving her due amount of attention once again. Christabelle was never unintentionally invisible, so it was quite a contradiction to lose sight of her and even forget she was there. Amelia, on the other hand, felt as though this spell was placed on her most of the time. It was a self-inflicted situation, but it wasn't always the most enjoyable. She didn't mind being quiet or alone, but knowing no one meant being looked through, even when you weren't under disillusionment.
Although someone else may have dwelt on these thoughts, it wasn't in Amelia nature to think about things she couldn't change. In any event, her thoughts were distracted from her introspection by Arthur raising his voice yet again, managing to sound cocky, impatient, and interrupting, all in the same sentence.
Does he never give it a rest? Amelia thought, raising her eyes as if to inquire this of the heavens. The boy seemed to have some sort of need to have all attention on him in every class she shared with him and couldn't seem to find it in himself to give other students the chance to display their skills or even to answer a question.
Amelia knew the answers, but she wasn't about to bring attention on herself or dominate the classroom. She knew there were other students here who would relish the chance to learn, and for this reason she mostly kept her thoughts to herself in class. That, and the fact that she might draw too much attention to herself if she spoke up too often. She didn't always relish in being transparent, but the thought of being too apparent scared her more.