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Meimei sighed heavily, murmuring some things in what sounded suspiciously like Spanish, then speaking up again. "Well, que sera, sera, I suppose. You're just going to have to try your best, sweetheart, to get through the next few days. Don't try too hard to remember things because it won't help any, alright? We don't want you straining yourself. It might do more harm than good, anyways. I have a potion..." she trailed off, muttering softly to herself as she bustled away to the cabinets in her office, trying to find this mysterious potion.

"Aha!" She turned around brightly, potion in hand. "Oh, dear, it's expired..." She sighed. "Well, hun, I'll make some more of this potion--it's not going to help much with memory recover, I'm afraid, doll, but it'll soothe any aftereffects from last night, okay? You performed some... well, some powerful magic, and I want to make sure you're good as new right soon!" She nodded, her 50s-styled hair bouncing with the movement. "Not to worry; come by after dinner and I should have some for you, okay, dearie?"

Arielle had removed her hands from her face and briefly stroked Akira's hair; she took this as a fault on her part. If she were more responsible--if she were a better Headmistress, this wouldn't have happened. She'd need to do better in the future. She stood up when Meimei finished; she had some things to say to Akira, mostly that avoided the previous night.

Aurora watched boredly as Evermore, followed by that funny light-fairy, walked through her room and into the shower, and from there to the Room. It wasn't something she'd necessarily expected, she decided as she continued to hum softly, but it was something she realized she should get used to. Evermore would be in need of that Room, and it just so happened to be in her dorm's shower. Of all places... Well, at least they'd found it. It could have been in, oh, perhaps the custodian's closet or a male teacher's rooms, or even someplace weirder.

All in all, her shower wasn't a bad place. It was quite lucky.

Ever looked up as she heard Aurora's voice and she smiled brightly at her. "Aurora, hey! It's good to see you. We haven't had a chance to really talk or hang out in awhile."

She nodded to her hair. "I really like what you've done with your hair. It looks really cute on you."

Then, she looked down at her book and laughed softly. "Yeah, help would be much appreciated, you have no idea."

Raven bounced in the air excitedly where she was at one of the long bookshelves. "Oh, thank you Aurora! I've put the books that look like they might have some kind of information about the lake, Relic, or both on that long study table over there by the enchanted window. How awesome is that window?! It shows the outside perfectly, but no one can see the window from the outside!"

Ever flipped a page in the book she was reading and spoke in a normal tone, as if what she was about to say was completely reasonable and normal.

"Oh, and you might want to be careful with some of those books. I think they're enchanted. I opened one about the lake and it sprayed me with water."

Aurora blinked and then suddenly became very wary about opening this book. She didn't want to get wet... but at the same time, she really wanted to open this book. It was too pretty not to open. So she pointed it away from her and then opened it. When nothing happened, she turned it back towards herself, and was pleased to see only text.

It turned out to be a very unhelpful book, Aurora found. It only spoke of the fairies that danced upon the lake, and nothing of anything within the lake or legends surrounding it. The most helpful part told only of what they were already certain of: there was some sort of magical object inside the lake, and that was, according to this book, why the fairies gathered each night.

Aurora sighed. "This didn't say anything I didn't already know..." she murmured dejectedly.

Aurora, with her mind now melded, in a way, with that of her Sphinx familiar, began to think everything over. "Well..." she began. "Yes. The logical conclusion is that this archeress is very important, though why or how seems to be very much what we need and what these books lack." She bit her lip lightly in thought, and stared out the window.

"...A code, perhaps?" she mused, Altan's brain working subconsciously with hers. "Where the little details are what is most important, and the big picture is just a disguise... What say you, Evermore?" She blinked and turned her head to the other girl. For a brief moment, her indigo eyes seemed almost catlike in their shape... but it must have been a trick of the light, for in the next moment, they were normal once more.

Aurora nodded. "If it was detailed the type of material, there was something important of it. Think of it like a book no one should truly like: the Scarlet Letter. Everything that takes more than one sentence to describe has more meaning than what one interprets from face value." She trailed her hand down the page. "This archer... Her name is never mentioned, is it? Do you think it may not be her or her story that is important, but more of what she has left behind?"

The shapeshifter paced a few steps away. "...We should write the silly details, those which do not make sense, down so we might make sense of them," she decided.

Aurora wrote shorthand, using only key words. After Evermore's final statement, she added to the end of her notes: Whomping Willow? It sounded very similar, if one were to ask her; however, the Whomping Willow from Harry Potter would attack without provocation (unless territory invasion counted for trees nowadays) and this description... Not so much.

Aurora tapped the pen against her lips. "Water, Evermore. The lake must be tied to this Willow." She wasn't sure how, but it must.