"Is it just me or is Merula more of a she-demon than usual?" Rowan asked the next morning at breakfast, watching as the girl in question practically terrorized a first-year Hufflepuff.
"Merula is Merula. When isn't she some level of she-demon?"
Cyra retorted before taking a drink of her tea, though her mind flashed back to that night in the common room when she saw some of Merula's walls lower just slightly.
She certainly wasn't a demonthenbut more of a feral cat of some sort. Not that she would tell anyone about that.
When the muffin she was about to bite into exploded in her face, she glanced over at Rowan who was trying their best not to laugh, and Ben who just looked startled.
"Exploding bonbons."
Cyra muttered, closing her eyes as she wiped at her face.
How and when...It doesn't matter.
She thought as she heard quite a bit of laughter from the other tables.
"Looks like inanimate objects even hate you now, Moores."
Cyra rolled her eyes.
"Go bark at someone else. It's too early for your nonsense."
Loosen up.
The words repeated in Cyra's mind. She had been so dead set on finding her brother she really hadn't realized how closed off she had become.
Yeah, no wonder my friends back home said boarding school changed me.
She thought as she grabbed her hoard of treats that her parents had sent (instead of a letter) and her broom before sighing and glanced over at her rather socially awkward roommate Liz Tuttle.
"Hey, a bunch of us are going into the reserve to hang out. Want to come?"
She watched as the girl looked up from her book, eyes widening.
"You're actually inviting me?"
Cyra sighed.
Did I really give that big of an impression that I dislike her?
"Yeah, I am. We've been roommates since forever. Guess I was always too preoccupied with the vaults to really get to know anyone outside of Rowan, Ben, Penny, and Chiara."
And Chiara justhappenedbecause I wanted to figure out what was going on with the werewolf rumor.
She reminded herself mentally, realizing thatperhapsMerula had a point with some of her accusations early on, or at least somewhat of one anyway.
The vaults reallyhadstarted driving her mad.
I really need to start actually caring about what's going on around me. I mean, outside of all the bullocks with Merula and the Werewolf fiasco all I thought about was those bloody vaults. I nearly got Rowan killed and I put Bill and god only knows who else in danger too.