Colette hummed and sat down at her seat, getting her stuff ready for the day. She would have gone home for winter break but her dad and her step mother was currently on their late honeymoon, but Colette didn't mind. She was happy that her dad was now happy. 

It was still strange to be with her dad since she spent so many years without him, though that was out of their control. She still shivered in fear at the thought of what was once her home, the home she forced into where everyibg went downhill in her life. Years, centuries of pure torment and suffering was all she could remember of that place, of that man and woman who pretended to be her parents while her real father suffered trying to find the people that attacked their home, murdered her mother and took her and her sister away from their only living relative. 

Snapping out of her memories, she straightened herself out and took out her calligraphy pen and a simple blue ink to dip it in.