This classroom was a perfect example of how she felt, thought Daphne as she walked past Garret reluctantly handing him a small in thanks for his act of chivalry sparked by the undying love he had proclaimed to her.

Daphne wondered if along with those poor people, hexed, tortured and deformed in Professor Kazimeriz' paintings would be a portrait of her, trying to run away from Garret.

"Thank you," she finally said to Garret while she truthfully wanted to tell him he was standing far too close to her for comfort. Re-adjusting the strap of her school bag on her shoulder, Daphne bit her lip and chose an empty seat.