"It would be a improvement on the shoes if she did." Paris muttered under her breathe as she looked at Lyra fawning over Professor Bunbury. I mean she almost broke her neck trying to run over there to her.

Her eyes misted over and she felt a tear slid down her cheek. "Its no problem Jake. I do love you honestly." She told him as she cleared her throat and straightened up.

She giggled at Bunbury and her shoes. She did need to get rid of those things. They clashed horribly with her hair anyways. "I can help you remove those shoes Professor if you need help," She offered with a sweet smile on her face.