Her nervousness was getting to her, yet the little witch girl knew that there would be nothing to fear anymore. Anaïs wondered if she was the only one still alive. She assumed that those who appeared into the pond were ones that had died, and since she had arrived there bruised but living, Anaïs couldn't help but curiously scan the rest of them. One of the girls had spontaneously thrown themselves into the water, a giggle erupted from the little witch - it was pretty funny. After laughing to herself she made eye contact with one of the women chosen, and as the other nodded her way she gave a weak smile before quickly looking back out towards the water. Anaïs was never one to look in the eyes of those who conversed with her, her gaze always looked down as if she did something wrong. She also felt a little embarrassed for laughing, the older woman seemed to be mature and confident. The woman's body practically glowed in the moonlight, it was rather strange, Anaïs noted they all had some sort of aura. She looked down at her book, wondering if it was the cause of this new sight. 

Her thoughts were interrupted when the firey haired girl began to speak again. Mena explained their rooming situation, it didn't excite Anaïs one bit. It sounded a lot like the 'home' she lived in for all her years, and that was a place she never wanted to go back to. She couldn't even think about it without cringing, all the times she was teased or mocked, was there any safe place for her to be in peace? She told herself to lighten up, for it was all over now. The other girls chosen didn't seem to be of the mocking kind, except for the green eyed girl, Anaïs made a note to watch out for her. She could defend herself, however the thought of killing them was out of the question. They were mostly already dead, what was the point? 

Her mind had wandered and she didn't notice the groups movement. Jogging a little to catch up, the 6 of them proceeded through the waterfall - Anaïs was intrigued by their seemingly waterphobic selves - and Mena led them down a rocky corridor. Their footsteps clicked up against the stone - the little witch was tempted to use her wand to light their way, for it was rather dark within the cavern. Though once they got farther in there were light fixtures scattered down the cavern, and thus the thought was pushed away. 

Anaïs continued to listen to Mena speak, becoming a little anxious from the thought of being next to someone she didn't want to be next to. At least they got their own rooms, much better than that dreaded orphanage. It still reminded her of the place though, she shivered a little from the bad memories.

Anaïs watched as the green eyed girl and the one that jumped into the pond picked out their rooms. It seemed appropriate for her to follow their footsteps, but she didn't want to be next to the crazier one, so she chose the room closest to the entrance. Sure it might be a little cold at times, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. Besides, now that she actually had magic, she could easily concoct herself a blanket or heating device. 

"I'll take this one.." She said quietly, and proceeded to enter the room of her choosing. It wasn't as bad as she had thought, though the furniture could use some spiffing up. Anaïs placed her book on the dresser, moving the lamp so she could see the words move along the page. Flipping through she noticed that some of the pages in the back - originally blank - began to fill with words, her eyes sparkled to see new spells for her to try. Finally once she picked out the proper spell, she repeated the strange language out loud, copying the instructions for which she should wave her wand. Suddenly the tip began to glow a pinkish hue, and with a smile Anaïs began to redecorate her room. The floor was given a plush carpet, her bed was dressed with a new mattress, sheets, and of course a warm comforter to top it off. The dresser transformed into a taller case, it's decorative markings were of what she imagined. Pointing her wand to the opposite wall she placed a mirror, next to it a small bookshelf. There were no books yet, but she hoped to collect some more while she stayed here. The small alcove became a shelf, and as she was about to change the walls Anaïs stopped herself. It might be too much, she thought, unsure what decorating she was allowed to do. She also didn't know the reverse spell, so it was best that she left it as is. 

Anaïs smiled, deciding she was satisfied with her room's new look, the pinkish color quickly vanished from her wand for it's work was done. She opened the door to see what the others were doing, her new furniture visible out of the doorway. Anaïs thought about going to ask Mena questions, but she wasn't sure exactly what to ask. The little witch was plastered onto the walls as a naked girl ran past her, Anaïs giggled as the girl stumbled over the others in a rush to get outside.