Fleur had been horrified. Amai just… told on her bullies right in the moment. She hadn’t been sure how to react- what was the best idea? The best plan? When they would inevitably get in trouble, they would figure out it was her that had told and come get revenge. It had happened before, hadn’t it? Why wouldn’t it happen again? But it didn’t. True to his promise, the caretaker had shifted her and her bullies’ schedules around, and even made room changes. They hadn’t approached her at all, not even during the brief periods they still shared together. No damage was done to her personal belongings in her dormroom, either.
It was confusing, very confusing. She was still angry with Amai for going against what she wanted- she had been very clear about not wanting to risk retribution… but here she was. No retribution, and… no Amai. For the first few days, Amai had given her plenty of space, as in… the hybrid didn’t speak to her at all. She caught her staring a few times, but never anything more than that. Fleur had been too angry to say anything during those times.
Then it became waves. She found herself unable to respond. Quiet hello’s in the hallway… still, unable to respond. Why? She was angry, but not angry enough not to speak to Amai. She was the only friend she had. It was… terribly lonely without her- Fleur had never really noticed just how alone she was at the school until communication with Amai stopped.
She had to change this… fix it, somehow. She was going to have to do something she’d never done before: initiate a difficult conversation, all on her own. This was going to be hard… but she hoped that Amai would still be willing to be her friend by the end of it...
