"I knew that. But why were you in the halls?" Kailya pressed, pulling back slightly from Aurora.

But her hand never left the first year's shoulder. In fact, her grip tightened slightly at the girl's words. [i]Excuses, excuses. I've heard them all before,[/i] She thought, shaking her head. Shadows slid up the walls and the room was plunged back into darkness, showing Kailya's displeasure with the response to the question asked. She twitched the knife and a lock of the first year's hair fell to the floor. [i]Such a waste. She was pretty hair,[/i] Kailya frowned, wondering now why she had chosen the hair. She could have gone with so many other options. But she couldn't second guess herself now that she'd done it.