"It's not a question of having room to fit things in, it's more about not having an opportunity. And," Petra added quickly, before John could interrupt, "don't tell me to go out and grab it. It doesn't work that way." She swallowed and just shook her head, "I've got a whole year to pull my shit together and to move on from what happened and from how I-" Well. That was another thing entirely, wasn't it. "But there will be changes this year."
She laughed softly, "You'd hope so. I'm fond of my hair and Dr MacTaggert's technically my official ward from my first arrest." Her lips curled up again at the edges. "Besides, Miss Munroe'd look out for me anyway, I doubt Professor Logan would do anything to anger her too much." She liked Miss Munroe, she liked Professor Logan too but he was kind of scary. It reminded her that she needed to check in with her weather witch, she had promised, after all.
She nodded, ignoring the irrational sense of panic and upset at it being confirmed - again - that John would be leaving them. "Yeah, I know. Like I said, I'll probably take you up on that." She leaned to the side slightly, movements a little hesitant before she rested her head against his shoulder. The touch was barely there, a physical sign of her appreciation for the offer and his friendship, before she was drawing away.
"I'll be sure to ask unless it's an emergency," she promised. "In which case I might just turn up, though I'd hate to think what kind of emergency that would be."