Folding the last napkin and lying it on the empty plate Louisa eyed the tables and smiled at everyone's efforts in making the previously-blank room into a party-able one. There was still a thing or two to do but her classmates were all over it so she went to the third box, her heart beating a bit faster from the anticipation, and grabbed a vial.

The liquid was pale blue, the beautiful color she'd always admired. She went to stand in a remote corner where she could float freely because, y'know, her memories were so happy and awesome and great and everything good.

YEP she was in a very rare fantastic mood.

Louisa opened the vial carefully, brought it close to her mouth and closed her eyes. The first memory to fly with was the one that kept coming back to her sometimes in dreams - the day she considered Dallin her friend, best friend. The day he rushed to her aid after she'd fallen off the tree. His face turning pale for her, his eyebrows frowning only to make sure she was intact. That same day that her whole family left her in school to go to France. Without goodbye.

Siiiiip.

Her eyes were still closed as she felt her body's weight lessened on her knees but her feet never left the floor.