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Lillian had just walked away from the two girls, and was no longer keeping the dissapointment from her face. She sat down by the tree next to Callysto, and folded her arms, and looked downward, like a child sitting alone in a playground. There was an akward moment of silence, and Lillian stared up into Callysto's eyes, putting her hands on the damp grass.

She was going to say something, but after she opened her mouth, she closed it again. She hated punishing people, hated scolding those two girls...but she wasn't all that angry. It wasn't anger that was making her face flush..it was pain...she trusted her students..she had talked to Amelia through owl...she liked Olli, but they betrayed her trust and walked into her office and walked out laughing. Now, what was really in her mind was eating away at her and her eyes widened a moment from fear...what if Callysto did something like this? What if others had turned on her...just like...

She had a sudden vision of herself, standing in the middle of a crowd of villagers, a younger her...her past self..and they were all jeering and screaming..and she was doing magic, all the magic she could...and her face was bleeding as they threw things at her...and she was turning to her husband..and tears were in her eyes..and he didn't care..and no one had cared...

She jerked back to earth quickly as a slight wind rustled the leaves left on the ground. No...she knew Callysto wasn't like that. She knew it. She was just feeling so weary ever since the baby being born..and now, people she cared about hadn't cared about her..she looked over at Amelia and Olli and straightened herself up a bit...she sighed and looked up at Callysto.

She tried to say sorry, but no words would come.

Lillian looked up into her eyes...she looked so sincere, how could she not trust her. In spite of what happened, she smiled.

"I love you too Callysto. Yeah, I keep it in my pocket."

She wasn't stammering now, and her voice was calm and clear and soft. She reached into her pocket and took it out. She had kept it close to her ever since she had gotten it.

((I'm wearing the gift <3!))

"What do you.." But as Lillian looked down, she saw something incredible happen. Just as she was looking at it, the stone had changed, it wasn't a stone, but a beautiful ring.
She smiled at Callysto, and slowly put it on her finger. It was a perfect fit, one of the most gorgeous bits of magic she had ever seen. As she put it on her finger, she leaned into Callysto, her head on Callysto's shoulder. She blinked back a couple tears of jot and felt that feeling again, that she had felt weeks before, of wanting to stay with her like this forever.

((I gotta go to bed, but I'll talk to ya later!))

Amelia Frances

Amelia felt bombarded by the sudden changes in emotion. Instantly she knew that Headmistress Sing was not someone she liked. No, not because she “got caught” somehow at both the lake and the tower. And she wondered how the windows would accept a password. No, it was because the Headmistress had forgotten being ten, or at the very least that she and Olli were still children. Amelia knew enough to know that ‘adults’ weren’t crushed by ten year olds’ behavior. Kids would act out; they could be pissed about it, especially if they don’t catch it in time, but to actually be as heartbroken as the Headmistress was, was purely ridiculous. To accuse either of them of being cruel or vicious in their attempts at pranks was wrong. It was a prank for fun, sure Amelia knew stealing was bad, but it still was purely for entertainment and to learn more about the castle. It was pathetic of her to act otherwise.

The young girl didn’t say a word during the belligerent reprimand. She merely locked her jaw and listened. Still she was grateful for not having to deal with the Headmistress during her dentition, though she felt half an hour plus the 50 points lost was a little bit of overkill. But that seemed to be what Professor Sing wanted. To punish them as much as possible, but still seem like she came out best. Shaking her hair, so that it fell into place, Amelia turned her back to Sing, and asked Professor Soul in a quiet, crisp voice, “I have never had detention here before. When may I meet you?” she said so calmly, as she knew that the Transfiguration teacher wasn’t being as ridiculous as the Headmistress. In fact, she was fine with the thirty minutes for ‘being out late’ though she didn’t realize there was a curfew. ”For future reference, what time is the curfew, ma’am?” This time her voice was perfectly polite, yet loud enough for Sing to hear. It had a condescending note to it, as much of one that she could manage, since the Headmistress was sure to hear.

First Year Ravenclaw