From My Solitude

Chapter 1~ Always Look on the Bright Side of Life

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If life seems jolly rotten

There's something you've forgotten

And that's to laugh and smile

And dance and sing

If you're feelin' in the dumps

Don't be silly, chumps

Just purse your lips and whistle--

That's the thing! And...

Always look on the bright side of life

Always look on the right side of life

From the song "Always Look On the Bright Side of Life" by Monty Python

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"We're moving?! You're kidding!"

"Afraid not, darling," he said, tossing the stir-fry up in the air, and catching it in the pan again. "I'm just as disappointed as you are, believe me. But, the job was just too good to pass up. I'm sorry." Her father placed the pan back on the stove walked into the dining room to set the table.

"But, Dad, come on," she pressed, standing up from the counter and following him. "I'm taking my G.N.O.M.E.s this year! You can't seriously be thinking of taking me away when I've spent my whole life here! Please!" She grabbed his arm in an effort to stop him.

"Sayble, please, you're acting like you're five years old!" Jeff, her dad said with a small smile, pulling his arm away and turning to her. "But I have no choice."

"Well, where are we going? Please tell me its somewhere here near here!"

"Uh, not quite." Her father looked at the floor nervously.

Sayble Greenwood crossed her arms. "Well, where is it?"

"Um...England. Dover, actually in Kent."

"Oh my God, are you freakin' kidding me? England? What, with, like, Brit's? But that's halfway around the world!"

"Sayble, I'm sorry, but I can't change it!" He shook his head, and pushed his glasses up further on his nose.

"How are we getting there?"

"I believe the Muggles call it a plane," he said simply.

"Plane? You mean those big metal birds, with Muggles everywhere? Why can't we fly, or use Floo Powder, or Apparate? I'd feel safer traveling that way then on one of those things."

"Because, one," he held his hands up and began ticking the options off, "the distance is much too far to fly, and we can't carry all our stuff, even if we charmed it all; two, we can't carry all our belongings by using Floo, and it's hard enough just going across town; and three, you just got your Apparation license, and you can't possibly do a trans-continental Apparation; even I can't do that, and I can't possibly Apparate with you and the luggage. The best choice is to use the plane."

"Dad!"

"Sayble, I'm sorry, but that's my final word!"

In a final attempt, she desperately threw herself at his feet. "Father, don't make me leave! I'm on my knees in a 65 Galleon set of robes!"

He let out a small chuckle, kneeling in front of her and putting his hands on her shoulders. "Sayble, you know that won't work." He sighed, and regarded her thoughtfully. "I can fully understand your pain. My father was in the Ministry, and I went to five different schools in the course of my magical learning. It was never easy to adapt again, and make new friends, but I managed. And I'm sure you will as well."

He patted her cheek, stood up and turned back to the stove, but Sayble remained on her knees, a sad and distant expression on her face.

"This is about Mom, isn't it? You don't want to stay here because she still lives in town. That's it, isn't it?"

Her father paused, hovering by the door that led to the kitchen, smoothing his receding brown hair back into place. After a quiet moment, he spoke without turning around. "This has nothing to do with your mother. That was over and done with years ago." His voice sounded strained. "Now...please set the table, will you?" He continued towards the stove, removing the pan from the heat, and putting it in a bowl.

Sayble sighed, standing up dejectedly and grabbing her wand, jabbing them at the plates which flew to the table and landed with a bit more force than they usually did. Her father took no notice.

It was the quietest dinner she and her father had ever had.

~*~*~*~*~

"Sayble, are you seriously moving?" asked Sean, his face staring back at her with a half angry, half unbelieving look.

Sayble sighed, shifting the two-way mirror from one hand to the other, and dropped the folded pair of jeans she had been holding into one of the boxes strewn about her room. Her black cat, Frankie, climbed onto the bed and settled herself in one of the boxes. A corner of her mouth quirked upwards, but quickly went down before answering.

"I know, Sean, I'm just as crushed as you are, believe me."

Sean groaned. "Man, this totally crushed my day. I mean, one more year, Sayble, just one more! But, well, nothing can be done," he paused. "I'm really gonna miss you."

Sayble almost laughed. "I'm gonna miss you too."

"So...when are you leaving?"

"The end of the week, August 25^th," she said a bit sadly.

"August 25^th?! That's in three days!" Sean practically shouted. Sayble, startled, dropped the mirror onto the floor, where it cracked. A piece of the frame broke off and landed a few inches away.

"Oh no," she mumbled, grabbing her wand and pointed it at the broken mirror, muttering "Reparo." The pieces flew together once again, and Sayble quickly stooped to pick it up.

"Sean Westly," she said clearly. Sean's picture reappeared, though fuzzed, and his mouth was moving. Sayble waited until the picture cleared. "What?"

"I said, what the hell happened?"

"Oh, I dropped the mirror again. Third time this month..." Sayble grimaced. "You can't just yell like that, you'll give me a heart attack."

"Ha, ha...sorry," he chuckled. "So, you were saying?"

"I was saying that perhaps we could get together tomorrow. Go see a play at the theatre or something, if you want to?"

"Of course! You can never see too many plays," Sean replied with a smile. "So, I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow." Sayble sighed. "Toodles."

Sean smiled at her signature signoff. "Toodles."

Sayble smiled as his picture disappeared, dropped the mirror on her bed and grabbed a sweater, folding it haphazardly and pitching it into the box where Frankie was sleeping. She hissed, and climbed hurriedly put of the box, scrambling away.

"Sorry, Frankie," she said as the cat disappeared down the hall towards the kitchen. She sighed, and sat down on her bed. Her life had officially come to a complete end.

~*~*~*~*~

August 25^th came much too soon for Sayble's liking; before she knew it, her clothes and belongings were packed, along with Frankie and her dad's owl, J.C., and sad goodbye's were exchanged between her and Sean, promising to talk on the mirror every so often, and send an owl occasionally in case the mirrors didn't work trans-continentally. The car pulled out of the city, towards the airport. It was the longest car ride of her life.

Sayble sighed, pretending to brush a strand of her hair from her face, but really brushing away a tear from her eyes. She sniffed, and propped her elbow on the armrest, and stared out the window, watching the town pass by. Her father watched her from the corner of his eye, and turned to briefly look at her.

"I know it hurts, honey, but it's for the best. Just think of all the new friends you'll make!"

Sayble scoffed; she seriously doubted she'd be making friends anytime soon. She had spent most of her grade school and early years at Dering Academy for Witches and Wizards (which was a private, but not boarding school) alone, making friends with the shadows on the wall.

Of course, she wasn't completely hideous. Sayble's pale complexion contrasted with her clipped, ram-rod straight, dyed-black hair (it was once chestnut brown) that came down to just above her shoulders. She wasn't too skinny, but she wasn't too fat, either. Somewhere in the middle.

Her eyes were a dull forest green that seemed even duller nowadays. Her nails were rather short, (she had a horrible habit of biting them when she was nervous) and painted in a deep crimson red, though it was chipping horribly. She wore a wooden crucifix around her neck, the body of Jesus made from pure silver, as a tribute to her mother, who was a Catholic witch. She herself was Catholic too, but hardly practiced her faith anymore, not since her mom moved out. Her father didn't really believe in anything.

She always wore black robes that billowed behind her when she walked; the normal fastening clip of her cloak was instead two intricately carved silver serpents, which hooked by their fangs, (it was once her mother's, and one of the last things she had of hers) and black eyeliner lined her eyes, which she hoped gave her rather boring eyes some 'oomph'. One would say she fell under the category of 'Goth', but Sayble preferred to call herself 'socially challenged'.

Despite her (under-practiced) religion and questionable looks, Sayble wasn't that much different than her peers, except for her utter lack of patience and sometimes frightening temper. But somehow, no one seemed to notice her.

Finally, the summer before her fourth year at Dering Academy, she met Sean at the local theatre. He was working part-time as an usher and theater-sweeper, but he spent the entire time talking to her instead of working, so, naturally, he got fired.

They remained friends, surprisingly; Sean was considered 'popular' at Dering and many of his popular friends questioned his motives as why he chose Sayble as his best friend. Yes, friends, and nothing more. Sayble had never felt anything more than brotherly love for the boy, and Sean felt the same.

"Through think and thin, good and bad, pretty and ugly," Sean always told her. And boy, did it get ugly.

She remembered her first (and only) boyfriend, Aaron Gayle, when she was fifteen. Man, was he hot! He was a good kisser too... 'Perhaps too much of a good kisser,' she thought angrily. Apparently, he hadn't been able to keep his lips (and other things) to himself, and ended up swapping spit (and other bodily liquids) with six other girls. Of course, all six girls knew Aaron was going out with her. But did they care? Of course not.

She sighed. Apparently, it had turned out to all be a joke that some of Sean's other 'friends' had planned. They bet Aaron that he couldn't get in her pants before the end of the year. He assured them he could. Needless to say, Aaron won- and Sayble was left heartbroken, feeling worthless and used.

After a heart-wrenching breakup and the verbal abuse exchange in front of the entire school, she had gone into denial, hardly eating for weeks and losing nearly fifteen pounds (at that time of her life, she was already skinny to begin with). She had since then gained most of it back, and then some (thanks, in large part, to Sean and his tenacious attitude regarding eating habits).

But, time had passed, and Aaron eventually found another slut to screw, and forgot all about her. But, he never spared any expense in calling her inappropriate names in the hall. Finally, Aaron transferred to a Wizard boarding school on the West Coast, and she hadn't heard from him since. She preferred it that way. Since his move, things had lightened considerably and she even gained a few new friends, but no one came close to the bond she shared with Sean. And no one, since then, had dated her either.

'All this depressive thinking is making me hungry,' she thought. But, they had reached the airport, and she just decided to get something in the lounge.

She helped her father pack the bags onto the cart, and wheeled them into the airport, carrying Frankie's cage delicately. After a twenty-minute baggage check and a thorough third-degree interrogation to the baggage-check lady given by Sayble about the safety of her beloved cat, (she never trusted Muggles, and this lady was certainly no exception) they loaded their luggage onto the conveyer belt, leading out to the plane.

"Dad?" she asked as J.C.'s cage finally disappeared into the dark tunnel. "Can we get something to eat?"

He looked at her, a distracted, faraway look in his eyes. "Uh, yeah, sure. Come on." He led her to one of the restaurants adorning the airport. They went to the counter to order food, and after a bit of a tussle with the Muggle money (Sayble, who had a bit more experience in these matters, handled it quite well, despite the fact that she almost used a $50 instead of a $5), they sat down at one of the tables and began eating their roast beef.

"So," her dad started, after a few moments of silence.

Sayble looked up from her sandwich. "So...what?"

Her dad smiled at her remark. "There's something else I want to discuss with you, about your schooling."

She laughed. "What, am I being shipped off to Australia to a boarding school now, too?" she replied jokingly.

Her father looked her in the eyes, and then stared down at his half-eaten sandwich. "Well, not Australia, actually. Scotland." Sayble's smile faded.

"You're kidding, right? I'm...I'm not really going to boarding school in Scotland, am I?"

Her father sighed. "Sayble I'm sorry but-"

"Dad! You can't be serious! Please!-"

He spoke over her. "Sayble, we have no choice! There are no other schools in the area we're moving to, and besides, it's one of the best schools in the wizarding world, with a great magical program. I'm sure you'll love it!"

Sayble scoffed. "Oh, yeah, I'm sure I'll love it, just like the 'arrangement' you made with Mom. Yeah, that really made my life better! And after what happened to Toby--"

Her father's face hardened. "Sayble Lynn Greenwood!"

She looked at him, anger flashing in her eyes. "What?"

He sighed, almost miserably. "Look, I know this must be extremely difficult-"

She sneered, but he continued.

"-but I assure you, it's for the best. It's really a very beautiful campus; it includes the only completely wizarding village left in Britain. Just think of it as though it were a university, with a uniform. I received your letter of acceptance at the beginning of the summer." Sayble vaguely wondered how long he'd been planning this move, and why he waited until the last minute to tell her. "You'll get a great education. I bought a book about the school at the bookstore the other day; you can look at it on the plane if you like..." he trailed off as Sayble's look of disinterest grew.

"Hmm? Oh, yes...great campus...education...got it."

He sighed, and stood, leaving his sandwich unfinished. "You are hopeless. The plane leaves in fifteen minutes- don't be late," he said tartly and walked off.

Sayble stared at him, livid. For a moment, she considered Apparating back home, but she knew it wouldn't work. All her stuff was still on the plane, as well as her Wizarding and Muggle money, and her beloved cat, Frankie.

'I cannot believe he is making me go to...boarding school! Just wait 'til Sean hears about this!'

Groaning in frustration and anger, she grabbed her half-eaten sandwich, as well as her father's, threw them away, and stalked off reluctantly towards the plane. This was going to be one hell of a plane ride.

~*~*~*~*~

"Please remain seated as the plane prepares for lift-off," came the disembodied voice of the captain. Sayble looked around nervously, wondering how the pilot cast a Sonorus Charm, and fastened her seatbelt.

She felt the plane lurch forward down the runway, gripped the armrests rather tightly and stared fixedly at the seat in front of her. after a few moments, she dared look out the window, and saw her hometown of Harper's Valley slowly pulling away. Somehow, she'd feel safer riding a wooden broom than in this large metal...thing.

Soon, however, they were in the air, buildings and trees rushing beneath them. Sayble sighed, both out of relief that they hadn't yet been blown up, and of sadness that her entire life was melting away beneath her.

"Sayble?" Her father's voice startled her from her thoughts. "I have the book for your new school, Hogwarts, and your letter, if you want to read it. I'm sure you'll like the school, Sayble," he handed her the thick, bound text and a letter, written in emerald-green ink.

"Yeah, sure, Dad," she mumbled as she absentmindedly took them from him and turned to the window. She stared at the passing buildings beneath her. The minutes passed, slowly. Before she knew it, the buildings were replaced by the rushing forests.

She looked at her father, who was unsurprisingly asleep. She took the envelope letter from her pocket, and opened it. Two letters fell out, and she picked up the first one and began to read.

Dear Miss Greenwood,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for your last year of magical schooling. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1^st. We await your owl no later than July 31^st. If you choose to accept, please be at King's Cross Station, on Platform 9 ¾ at precisely 11:00.

Third years and above are permitted to visit the village of Hogsmeade on certain weekends. Please give the enclosed permission form to your parent or guardian to sign.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

'Deputy Headmistress'

P.S. Based on your B.A.T. grades and your career choices, you have been admitted into the following N.E.W.T. (equivalent of your American G.N.O.M.E.s) classes- Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Herbology, Transfiguration, and Potions. If you wish to change any of these classes, please see your Head of House once you arrive at Hogwarts.

She was slightly concerned about that last choice. 'Potions...' she thought worriedly. 'How did I get into that class? I'm downright horrible at Potions!' She supposed it had something to do with Sean's serious help on her B.A.T.s in her fifth year. B.A.T.s stood for 'Basic Assessment Tests'. The only way she survived her G.N.O.M.E. (Ghastly and Nauseatingly Oppressive Magical Examinations) Potions class was because her and Sean were lab partners, and he was rather brilliant at Potions. 'Come to think of it, the only thing I'm good at in that whole list is Herbology, and only because my mom was a plant freak.'

Pursing her lips, she picked up the book, charmed (by her dad, no doubt) to look like a rather difficult Calculus book, and flicked through it, reading over the details of the school and campus. It looked...really cool. But of course, she would never admit it.

The school was several stories high, made of stone like the old English castles in the Medieval Ages. In fact, it even was a castle, complete with towers, turrets, and a wrought-iron fence surrounding the school, with winged boars at the gates. A town, Hogsmeade, was located about half a mile from the front gate. She read over details of the school, and her interest grew.

'The world renowned Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has gained recognition as one of the most pristine magic schools in the world. The Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, who has run the school for a number of years, is one of the factors which have made the school claim its eminent illustriousness. It is known as one of the safest places on Earth, besides Gringott's bank in Diagon Alley, of course. Unlike some Wizard schools, it allows wizards and witches of all backgrounds, Purebloods and Muggle-born.

The four Houses, which were founded by Sir Godric Gryffindor, Madame Rowena Ravenclaw, Madam Helga Hufflepuff, and Sir Salazar Slytherin, each are home to witches and wizards with different qualities that the founders themselves possessed; Gryffindor takes those who show bravery, Ravenclaw takes those with intelligence, Slytherin takes those with cunning, and Hufflepuff take those who show loyalty to others.

The Houses, along with many other residential areas of the castle, are guarded by paintings and statues, locked with a password only the teachers and residents of the House know.

The school itself has endless staircases and corridors, each hiding more and more secrets than the next. Even Headmaster Dumbledore himself has not explored the eternal riddle that is Hogwarts. Secret passages line the halls, some known, but most waiting to be found by unsuspecting students, teachers and ghosts alike. It is rumored that the fabled Mirror of Erised, which shows those who look into it their deepest desires, is hidden amongst the never-ending corridors and secret passages. Of course, it is only a rumor, as is the legendary Chamber of Secrets, built by Slytherin himself and supposedly hidden in the bowls of the castle. There are even tales of a certain room that, if approached properly, can turn into whatever the individual wishes needs the most. No such places have been found, however.'

Sayble put the book down. She was much more interested in the school now, and of the rumor of the Mirror of Erised, this so-called Chamber of Secrets and the 'Give-You-Whatever-You-Want' room. She had heard of the fabled looking-glass, and had often wondered what she would see if she were to look in it. A small smile played at her face. 'I'd probably imagine being back home with Sean or see Mom and Dad back together.' And what of this Chamber? She'd have to read up on both those topics. For now, she picked up the book and continued reading.

'One of the most reputed locations is the Great Hall, a vast foyer which seats the four Houses, along with the teachers for the meals. Its ceiling was enchanted by Ravenclaw to reflect the sky outside. The lake which resides in the southern portion of the grounds, is home to a plethora of creatures, from mermaids to grindylows to the Giant Squid, which often will come to the surface to interact with the students.

The Dark Forest, which surrounds the immense grounds, is also a dwelling for a more dangerous array of creatures, including centaurs and unicorns, and is even fabled to hold a werewolf or two. Of course, no students have been injured yet in the forest, and the Headmaster intends to keep it that way.'

Sayble bit her lip. She didn't like the sound of that Dark Forest. 'Centaurs, werewolves? How creepy...' Hopefully she wouldn't have a run in with any unwanted creatures. Sighing, she closed the book and tucked it under her seat. She leaned back and wandered what she should do for the remaining twelve hours of her flight. She couldn't very well play Exploding Snap or Gobstones in the middle of a Muggle 'flane', or whatever they called it.

Resorting to non-magical means to pass the time, she played a few games of Solitaire with a Muggle pack of cards she had purchased the day before in Anchorage. Finally, she had only ten hours left. Feeling sadder now, she stared out the window at the passing landscape as sleep overtook her.

~*~*~*~*~

She was running, running. Doors passed by on all sides, blurred. She stopped, confused, and turned around. The hallway seemed to extend for miles. She stopped panting, trying to calm herself. The footsteps that had been following her had gone, but her nervousness remained.

She sighed, and turned to one of the doors. She put her hand out to touch it, and it opened. She cast a quick glance around, and stepped through.

The room seemed to be an unused classroom of some sort. Desks were thrown about, some overturned, and chairs were scattered all around. It was eerily quiet, like a graveyard. She walked forward, dodging the desks. Another door was up ahead, and she approached it carefully. This door, too, opened.

She debated whether or not to enter. A strange urge told her to go, but the small voice in her head told her otherwise. 'It's dangerous,' her subconscious mind whispered. 'Death lies beyond the door.'

Finally, she stepped through. The room seemed innocent enough, but something was not right.

She looked around the room. It was pretty much bare, except for something in the corner, covered by a tarp of some sort. She approached it, and removed the cover. It was a mirror. An enormous mirror, nearly as high as the ceiling, with a golden frame. An inscription adorned the top: 'Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi'.

She stared at it a moment, bemused. She frowned. What did that mean? Was it Latin?

Her subconscious mind spoke again. 'You've found the mirror of Erised.'

She looked at her reflection. There was someone standing beside her, in shadows. She was scared, but at the same time, comforted. 'Is this what I see in the mirror when I look? Is this what I truly want?'

Suddenly, the figure moved forward, and actually stepped out of the mirror. He was about an inch or so taller than her, with black hair, a crooked nose, and a pale complexion. He stared at her with dark, fathomless eyes. He reached out, and grasped her hand, firmly yet gently.

Suddenly, he leaned forward, and kissed her softly. She closed her eyes as he raised a hand to stroke her cheek. She felt his mouth against her own once again, and made to deepen the kiss, but she felt him pull away. She opened her eyes again to gaze at him with disappointed eyes.

He was staring straight at her. All of a sudden, his face shifted; his eyes grew more malicious, his hair shortened, his nose shrunk. Sayble blinked as she noticed, with fear, that it was Aaron who was now standing before her. He smirked at her, seemingly gloating about what had happened in the past. Then, before she knew it, he was changing again. It was Sean.

Sean smiled at her, almost evilly. He took a step back; as he did, his face shifted again. A dark figure was now standing before her, his eyes glinting like red embers. He raised an arm, and she saw a wand clutched in his hand. He spoke something that sounded like a curse. Suddenly, green light erupted from the wand, hurtling towards her. She screamed as the light engulfed her body, tearing at her soul...

"NOOO!" she screamed, sitting bolt upright. Sayble was gasping for breath, clutching her heart, and her hair was matted with sweat. She looked around, expecting to find herself in her dark room, back home in her and her dad's apartment in Alaska; instead, she was on an airplane, thousands of miles above the sea, with the entire plane staring at her with either an amused or a scared-half-to-death look.

Sayble let out a shaky breath, and sat back in her seat, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Sayble? Are you alright?"

"Ack!" She jumped violently, completely forgetting her father that was sitting beside her. Steadying her breathing, she turned to her right to see her father, who was now awake, staring at her with wide, concerned eyes. She just then realized how odd it must be to hear someone suddenly scream, on an airplane nonetheless, for no apparent reason. She smoothed back her hair, her breathing slowing and her heart's pounding returning to its normal pace.

"Yeah, Dad, yeah, I'm fine," she breathed, reaching up to ring the button for a flight attendant. "Just...just a bad dream, that's all."

"Are you sure?" he questioned.

She nodded, though shaken. "Yes, yes, I'm fine."

"What can I get you?" a voice beside her father's seat spoke. Sayble looked up to the kind face of the flight attendant.

"Um, can I get a Long Island Iced Tea?"

"Sayble!" her father admonished with a stricken face.

"What?" she laughed.

"I'm sorry, we don't sell alcohol to minors," replied the flight attendant with a small smile.

"Mm, pity," mumbled Sayble, ignoring the furious look her father was giving her. "I'll take a Root Beer, then." She highly doubted they served butterbeer on a Muggle plane. Working at a Muggle convenience store earlier this summer had helped her with learning how to handle Muggle money, and she became quite attached to soft drinks and junk food; she never passed on an opportunity to eat a Snickers bar or a Root Beer.

The attendant nodded her head before disappearing through a door at the end of the aisle. She reappeared a moment later, handing Sayble an empty glass and a bottle of IBC Root Beer. Sayble took it gratefully, popping the top and, forgetting the glass, took a large sip as the attendant walked off, a smile on her face.

Sayble downed the drink in a few gulps and tossed it in the small trash bag at her feet. It was then she glanced at her father, the angry look still on his face.

"What?" she asked innocently.

"You were trying to order alcohol!"

"Yeah, so? I figured I needed something stiff after the dream I had," she answered shrugging, a smirk playing at her lips. His hard look softened slightly.

"Care to tell me what it was?" he asked.

"Uh..." Where to begin? "I was in a dark hallway, being chased by something, I think. Well, it eventually stopped following me, or so I thought. I went into one of the doors, and found...I think I saw the Mirror of Erised. I went towards it, and saw someone in the mirror, a boy who was about my age. He sort of came out of the mirror, and..."

She was reluctant to tell her father that she had kissed someone who came out of a mirror, or that it had turned into Aaron, then into Sean before reverting to a dark, evil figure and killed her, so she skipped that little detail. "Well, anyway, he turned into something horrible. His face was shrouded, but he said something, a curse, and then, a green light...and I woke up."

"Hmm, that's quite a dream," her father commented. "Now I see your need for that iced tea." He grinned in a way that said, 'I still would've killed you if you had drunk it, though.' "But," he put a reassuring hand on her arm. "It was just a dream, nothing more." He sighed. "Why don't you go back to sleep? We have only a few hours more until we arrive."

Sayble sighed. "Alright then, wake me up when we get there," she mumbled, reclining her seat and staring out the window as she drifted into a dreamless sleep.