The Vytal festival seemed to be forever away to Cinder. She was eagerly awaiting it, but there were still several months before it even began. The classes were already becoming annoying. She kept having to parent her teammates too. Emerald kept stealing stuff, Mercury kept trying to kill people's pets, Neo . . . was Neo. She was starting to regret not having a scheme that involved them only being there for the festival. She was pissed, and it didn't take long for one of the teachers to notice.

Glynda told her to stay after class, in a tone that didn't imply punishment, but concern. Cinder knew that she had to make a convincing lie, but also one that wouldn't be reveiled as such later on. Her best option was to skirt the truth. She told Glynda that her teammates had started life as criminals, and were still having trouble . . . adjusting. Glynda told her that she could help keep an eye on them, and if she ever felt stressed, she could always come talk. Cinder doubted she'd need to.

Cinder was proven wrong within a week. Her teammates were getting on her nerves. She had managed to keep them from doing anything too obvious, but they kept pestering her. Even Neo did her part to piss her off. In the months leading up to the Vytal festival Cinder found herself talking to Glynda more and more. It was comforting.

At first Glynda was angry at the Haven Academy that they would send a team so prone to causing trouble, but after a couple weeks of talking with Cinder, she almost didn't mind dealing with them. She didn't know why, but she really liked helping Cinder work out her problems. She started to look forward to their talks, even if it meant a pissed Cinder.

After the Vytal festival, Cinder decided there was one person who deserved to be saved. She could use someone to talk to. Plus, capturing Glynda would really dampen the repair efforts.

The first few weeks didn't go so well. Glynda didn't know if she should be pissed, depressed, or flattered. Cinder explained her reasons well enough, but Glynda disagreed with almost all of their base assumptions. Eventually, Glynda realized that doing nothing was the wrong thing to do. She couldn't help anyone by sitting in a cell and pouting. She thought back, and remembered that a stressed Cinder didn't stop thinking strait, and could come up with some pretty horrific, but well thought through plans. Letting her stress out would probably lessen the evil she did, keeping her in good spirits might even let her show mercy.

Glynda pretended to agree with the reasoning behind Cinder's plan, and agreed to continue their talks. Cinder was overjoyed. For the next couple weeks Glynda played the part of a friend but still slowly trying to get Cinder to realize that what she was doing was wrong. Apparently she played the part too well, as after helping her calm down from a particularily stressfull day Cinder suggested another way they could . . . de-stress. Glynda blushed, saying that it wasn't part of the deal. Cinder leaned in close, whispering that she had thought of an addendum.