"Sorry Arya, but you are on your own. I've got a long list of classes I'm planning on taking this term. And Muggle Studies isn't working for me," Allison said as a matter-of-factly. Humming she thought of a way for her to see Arya more often. As it was, with all the classes starting she had barely caught a glimpse of Anastasia.

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Her mother's butterfly was as alluring to Allison as were the night stars. Shining and glowing, with an inescapable sense of both stars and butterfly having a sort of soul. To her, each star was a person who had passed, and her mother's magic was for Allison a proof of an existence. Both appealed to her greatly.

"I love the stars. But you know what, I can't wait for Charms! My mum is-"

"Gah!" Sabel's hand had landed on Allison's perfect Chaucer hair-do. Not knowing whether to be bothered because Chaucer's masterpiece would be ruined or because her chatting was interrupted Allison opted to continue her sentence, "My mum is excellent with charms. When her butterfly disappeared I was quite worried."

But what was this? Her pillow had suddenly gone rock solid, and the only way to make it all work out in her head...was logically poking it. Poking Sabel's stomach Allison growled. Why should her pillow be uncomfortable? Heck no, loosen up Sabel!