Same routine, different day. Pier wasn’t exactly spontaneous in her everyday life, in fact she found patterns to be more efficient, more crisp, a little more black and white. Every day she would awake and repeat her process, it was her sure way of survival, as long as she could keep her head down and rarely get into altercations she would be able to survive this place, she would walk out a free person. She didn’t want to believe she was some monster anymore. Sure, almost killing someone possibly made her a little unstable for everyday society but the key word was almost. Almost killed someone, her guilt still ran furiously through her bloodstream, like echoes of her crime repeating through her head constantly. She wished they would go away, she wished she felt no guilt and carried no consequence for her actions. Instead her consequence was this, being surrounded by people just like her, people who carried their own monsters in their back pocket. Hell, some of them loved those monsters, embraced them like a lover. She was just trying to escape hers.

The blue eyed girl shoved her hands deep into her robes as she approached greenhouse four, book bag hanging tightly off her shoulder from the number of different tomes she carried around on a near constant basis. In her pocket was the Furiae issued wand that she had been compelled the use for the past year, she hated everything about it. The wood itself seemed to mock her and none of her spells ever seemed to turn out properly unless her focus was exceedingly strong and being in a place like Furiae, it needed to be. Never was it certain who could be lurking around the corner, who could be plotting your death simply because they didn't like the way you looked. It was like living with barbarians half the time, some inmates simply being here cause they enjoyed watching others suffer. Pier grabbed the handle of the door and pulled hard as she entered the glass building. Immediately the smell of lavender and roses flooded her senses. This was the only place she ever felt most at home. The smell always comforted her and reminded her of summers in France, the bouquet of her mother's perfume...

Pulling herself from the indulgent fantasy of escape she placed her bag down onto the ground and started unpacking the books held within. Sure, she had technically stolen them from the athenaeum but she had plans to return them at one point of another. Gingerly she lifted her wand from the deep robe pocket and set in onto the ground beside her as she flipped through pages, one after another, trying to retain the words held within. She bit the skin of her rosy colored bottom lip as she let herself get more wrapped into the book, but alas just as it was getting good she stumbled upon a missing page, "Oh bullocks." She cursed rolling her eyes and placing the novel back onto the ground.

It was her first full day. Yesterday she had arrived in the early morning, been issued her standard equipment of survival; which notably contained a lot of grey. Plus, a new wand, which was actually nicer than her previous one so who was to complain? After she had retreated to her room and curled up in her new bed, under the blankets as to escape anybody who might be in there to hurt her. Kherington had cried, cried her pathetic little eyes out; Silently, if anybody came in. Not even allowing a sniffle to escape. She was use to silent. Silent was what you were when your drunken dad, in a fit of rage and depression from having lost his wife and only son, told you to shut up. But, when nobody else had been in the room she had sobbed; she had wept until her pillow was moist. Then, she turned it over and fell asleep before 9pm. The next morning she awoke late; perhaps she needed a good nights rest after the past weeks tribulations. Shoving herself out of bed she looked about the empty room. Now she felt lonely, since she was no longer crying like a baby she longed to meet some of her roommates. She hoped deeply that some of them were younger, like herself. She also wished upon wish that none of them were going to kill her and/or eat her body. Kherington had heard stories about this place before she came, rumors. But rumors always stem from a grain, or even an entire kernel, of truth. Getting up from her sheets she pulled out a pair of gray trousers and grey blouse from the trunk and threw them on her skinny frame.

She looked like she was wearing elephant skin. But, at least everybody else looked the same. Nobody here could see that she was muggle-born, grew up in a low income house full of disgustingly messy folk who did nothing but drink and to drugs. Here, she was just another inmate in gray, walking around on the gray stone floors, passing by the gray rocky walls. Standing in front of the mirror she smiled, her hair as usual was straight and brown and framed her face. Since she hadn’t yet hit puberty it took a while for those strands to grow greasy, and she wasn’t emitting any sort of foul stench, so she figured just a good brush of the teeth and she could head out the door. Kherington brushed quickly and threw the brush into the sink before running out the door full of energy, and a minty taste on her breath. Trotting down the steps she passed a few other teens, not spotting anybody close to her age (or approachable for that matter, many of them looked frightening, with their clothes tattered and their faces forlorn). Kherington decided it was best to go outside and explore; kids loved the outdoors best, because that’s where you played. This was at least her opinion. Soon, she was through the broad double doors and inhaling her first breath of fresh morning air. It wasn’t so bad outside. A large smile touched her face and she turned her head towards the sky; they couldn’t make that grey, thank goodness.

Glancing around her surroundings she spotted something familiar; a greenhouse. She’d loved the greenhouse at Hogwarts, so she decided to check it out. Perhaps that had good herbs for delicious tea (with good leaves so she could conduct a decent tea reading as well). Instead of just walking to trotted with all the energy of a young child hyped on sugar, her over-sized blouse flapping around her tiny and taut abdomen. Halting before it she popped the door open and slid inside, looking around at all the different array of plant-life. Then, the word bullocks hit her ears and she looked to her left on the ground; A beautiful black-haired girl was reading there. She was probably a fifth year.. Well, here they weren’t known by their years were they? Either way, she was older. Kherington tried her best not to look intimidated, and she gave her a generously outgoing grin. “’Ello there.” A wave of the right hand was offered just after the greeting, “What’re you reading?” Her accent was the heavy sort of British that became hard to understand when she spoke very quickly.

Pier's fingertips had barely touched the greenhouse soil with the book still in hand before she heard the small voice of a child. Wait. A child? A child was here, what was she doing here of all places? Oh. Same thing they were all doing here. "Hi." She spoke meekly in return, cautious and weary of the small child, her hand running across the dry dirt till it hit the supple holly of her wand. Cautious, always cautious. It was her true mantra, the constant phrase reverberating through her head frequently. Pier's mind raced with all the things a child could do to find themselves in this place. Was she a monster too? Was she just as bad, did she have plea's of mercy running through her head at night? She looked so... innocent and small, drowning in her new house robes, honestly she needed to have those thing altered or else they would get ruined from being dragged across the grass and mud. Pity. Had she ever even seen this girl before, she let the faces of her fellow inmates move through her mind, no. never. She was new, and boy would she be in for it considering she was a the smallest of them all. Maybe the others would just baby her, hmm.

At being asked what she was reading Pier let her focus slide back to the novel, "It's called The Great Gatsby." She dropped her eyes back to the cover the book, those penetrating eyes of the art staring straight back at her, so alive. "It's about a young man in Muggle America... his neighbor-" She drifted off. "I'm sure the summary would just bore you to tears." Pier smiled and looked back to the girl, leisurely she placed her wand back into the pockets of her robes, letting it poke into the side of her outer thigh as she moved her legs to sit Indian style on the ground. The girls thick accent was different from her own of course. Pier's voice was a mix between a soft french accent and a clearly British hue. Being at Hogwarts for nine months of the year surely had it's lasting effect on her vocal strings. A lasing effect on everything, if only she had hated Hogwarts, if only she hadn't fallen in love with the musky castle and the twisting staircases. If only, if only.

"I'm Pier." She said softly back, "You know I could probably assist you if you're having troubles with your uniform... it looks rather large if I could say that without it sounding insanely rude. Unless of course you enjoy it that size?" Maybe the way the uniform hung from the girl really was bugging her more then she had expected. She could only imagine how uncomfortable it had to be, when her robes had first been issued to her she felt like could easily lose herself in them one quick shrinking spell later and she was able to actually see she still possessed some sort of figure. Pier placed her hands onto of her knees, rubbing slightly back and fourth, she had never been good around people, she was more of the strong silent type but once she really got going... it was hard for her to stop.

The older lady’s soft spoken greeting came off a little strange to Kherington, she looked as if she should be the epitome of confidence and courage. Dark, knowledgeable looking hair (for some reason brunettes just look brilliant) and beautiful piercing blue eyes that could eat a man’s soul. Kherington kept her grin placed on her face as the girl went on to tell her what book she was reading. Ah, a favorite among muggles, but one a little bit out of her personal reading level she was pretty sure. As the girl proceeded to explain a little summary of the book, followed by how bored Miss Kittles would be to listen to any further explanations, Kherington laughed. “Yes, that’s likely so,” Was her simple reply. Plopping herself down sitting Indian style along with the girl she looked over the thick, leather bound books that she had collected into the greenhouse. They smelt like old parchment and dust. Kherington wasn’t much of a reader, unless it was a book of potential charms and hexes to mess with your peers. All in a friendly, shenanigans sort of fashion though. Honest. As she was glancing over the various titles the blue-eyed bookworm offered to tailor her clothes, most likely by magic.

“Well.. while you’re at it make it bright orange with big letters on the back; DIMWIT.” She joked stupidly, holding her hands up when she spoke the word ‘dimwit’ as if she was framing it in the air between them. Chuckling at her own childish attempt at humor she dropped her hands and grabbed at the saggy material that was her standard Furaie uniform and shrugged. “I s’ppose I would like a more decent fittin’ trouser, t’be honest.” She, the more she became comfortable the more her accent began to swallow constantans and vowels from her sentence. “Right now I’ve been tying up my pants with’a shoelace.” Lifting her large shirt, a long white shoelace was wrapped—Twice!—around her slender hips, just so she didn’t suffer from involuntary butt-cleavage.

Kherington began to wonder why the students weren’t even allowed day clothes. She missed dearly her old attire. She wore scarfs and other accessories, to emphasize that fact that she was a seer (which for some reason to her meant you must dress as if you are a gypsy). Now she couldn’t even use bows, burettes, or head-bands. Her bangs looked funny, just hanging limp in her face without any sort of off-set accessory to make them look purposeful and cute. Not only could they not wear normal clothing, but the clothing they did wear was the most unflattering shade of bird-poop grey she had ever laid eyes on, nay, be forced to drown her skinny frame in. Kheri hadn’t even tried the food yet, she wondered if it was just a bland; gray corn on the cob, gray mash potatoes, gray green beans!?! It was blasphemous. She understand they were supposed to be being punished, but being whipped away from Hogwarts right when she got to escape her horrid family; Kherington simply did not deserve this. A frown was beginning to show on her face, her thoughts almost showing physically in her demeanor now.

"They simply do not seem to cater to the young around here, aye?" Pier beamed brightly to the child as she saw the shoelace tied around her waist, she was more surprised that the kid was just so polite and seemingly nice. Of course in Pier's brain she was automatically assuming the girl was yet another pureblood who had simply followed the wrong path but at the same time she had a glaringly innocent look to her, like she could never hurt a fly much less anything else. Pier admired that look, she wondered from time to time if she still looked that way to anyone... she never would look like that to her father again. The ex-Ravenclaw could almost feel the tears building behind her eyes but she quickly brushed those feeling aside. Today was just an off day for the otherwise antipathetic sixteen year old. Pier re-focused on the issue with the child's robes taking a close look to assess the travesty. Hmm, she could had sew it but that would just take dreadfully too long, why do things the muggle way when you could do things the easy way. Muggles had sewing machines and they had wands. Pier believed the wizarding world was overall more lucky. Gosh she could only imagine some witches being told to use a microwave, that thought and the scene that passed through her head was enough to get a small laugh from her her quaint mouth. "You know... I don't think they would like it if your uniform was turned orange, they are somewhat big on the grey around here, letting us all know how bland we need to become in order to ever leave."

"As for putting such a crude thing on the back of your robes, I certainly would not recommend it considering you are still so young, you have so much time to earn such a title." Pier pushed a stray strand of hair back behind her ears before once again reaching into her pockets for her wand, if ever there was a day she didn't have that damn thing by her side she was sure she would absolutely lose her mind. Just as she moved closer to the girl to start her adjustments to the clothing she finally noticed the crest on the girls robes. Clearly not Alecto. Instead Megaera... oh my. That opened a whole new box of questions into Pier's ever teleprocessing mind. Maybe she would save some of those questions for later once her and girl knew each other a little better, she didn't want to make the child scared to talk to her... she mainly didn't want her to end up alone just like how Pier felt more then half the time.

She scooted herself closer and then placed her wand into the palm of her hand and slowly reached out towards the the girls robes so that she could get a better view of what to fix first. The pants definitely needed tending immediately. "Reducio." She spoke clearly towards the material as it grown tighter around the girls waist. "Let me know if it feels too tight then we can just go backwards a bit till we get it right." The robe was a quick fix since it didn't need to be too much smaller. Still a pity that they couldn't change the robes to at least be black. That would be better then grey, where did they even come across these things anyways, a second hand muggle store? Pfft, seemed that way to her. "What is your name by the way?" She said coolly, gazing at the child as she leaned back, once again retreating back to her own personal space.

Fiddling her tiny fingers together she listened to the girl explain the problem with all the reason and seriousness of her old 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Palmer. Man, that lady had been rather dull and strict; but something about this girl didn’t seem like she followed all the rules. Well, that’s probably because she’s in the wizard’s equivalent of jouvinille hall. Even in her muggle times Kherington hadn’t gone to juvi, though detention had been a weekly activity. That was a vacation and a blast compared to what she so far was enduring at this place. But, her thoughtfulness showed Kherington intelligence; something she has never had a lot of chances to see in her young life, among muggles anyways. Neither of her parents graduated from high school or even had a job; they lived off the taxes of the other’s in their country of the UK. In the small town of Covelly, not many were rich, but they were all hard workers and lived in worn looking stone houses on hills over the water; but her and her parents lived in a apartment strip that leaked and smelt like over-run sewer. She wore her brother’s hand-me-downs. Her father had hit her a few times, but she never felt beat, but when you’re in it all, never does it feel as serious as it should, does it? Now that she was here before this smart looking woman she wished longingly that she’d had somebody like this before. Sure, she’d always had friends her age, but something about somebody older made her feel more confident; not all grown people thought she was just in the way.

Soon enough, her clothes were shrinking (if only she knew the spell was so simple, she’d try it out on her other robes when she got back to her barracks). When they finished shrinking the shoelace was lying on the ground beside her, and her clothes were just slightly baggier than skin tight. Kherington grinned broadly and stood up, spinning around and even looking back at her tiny bumkin and shaking it a tad with a giggle. “It all fits perfectly.” She said, running her hands over her boyish torso once again before sitting with the Alecto inmate. Yes, she had noticed what house she was in right upon their meeting; it was something she looked at immediately. Tisiphone was the one’s she feared. They had vampires and werewolfs in that house! She wasn’t going to judge, but it was good to know to avoid bleeding or being out during a full moon around these certain folk. When her name was inquired by the teenager she answered immediately; it was such an easy question, right? “Kherington Kittles. Kheri or Kittles’ll be right fine, though. But feel free to call me wha’ever meets yer fancy.” She told her in a friendly tone. “Been called many few names since I was l’il.” A shrug moved her shoulders in a nonchalant sort of way. Mudblood rang in her ears, but for some reason being muggle born the names ‘Chicken legs’ even outweighed that calling. Her least favorite alias had been ‘baglady’.

As Kheri stood up Pier examined her handiwork a little more. Oh yes, it actually turned out rather nicely. The girl seemed very excited about the smaller robes she was now wearing, of course that made Pier even more proud, an emotion that she rarely felt anymore. It was much more easy to feel down. Pier stood from her position on the floor and bent at the waist to start collecting her books and pushing them back into her shoulder bag. The brunette was growing tired of just sitting in one spot and thought maybe walking around the greenhouse a bit with her new little friend would be nice. "I will just call you Kheri, or of course by your full name." She said curtly, she wasn't one to give nicknames usually.. she enjoyed the black and white of things, anything differing from that would probably bring down one of her many well constructed walls. Maybe she was coming off as cold and distant from the girl? Very much so a possibility. Pier, while she seemed so sweet looking didn't always portray that in her attitude, instead seeming cold and distant and that worked with most everyone around these parts but this was just a child.. maybe she should have been trying harder to be welcoming and warm. More like... an adult? Okay, she supposed she could give it a try, "Or maybe I'll just call you little Mega? That would suite since I'm most certain you're the smallest of the inmates there."

Pier began walking along the path, expecting the girl to follow behind or catch up to her side. As she proceeded forward Pier let herself pose the question that had been on her mind since first seeing the girl, "What exactly could a little thing such as yourself do to end up here?" Honestly the girl wasn't that little for her age, now Pier... she was little and most likely not going to grow anymore. Kheri still had some time ahead of her to grow taller and mature. Lucky. Maybe she would end up being little Pier to tall Kheri through the years.. geez years, Pier still had years here before she would even have the hope of leaving.

When the other girl got up Kherington scrambled to her feet childishly, her lanky legs seeming to be less useful then she could imagine; she almost resembled a baby deer standing for the first time. But she had just gotten up too quickly, which is why she wobbled for a moment but then stood perfectly precariously balanced on her own two feet. Readjusting her clothes she listened as the girl went from deciding to call her by her usual nickname to make her own. Little Mega. She sort of liked the sound of that, it made her stand out from the other megaera and not in a negative way, really. Because, well, she was little. The girl began to take a stroll through the vegetation and Kherington followed suit like a baby duck to its mother, looking around at all the different plants with a keen interest. The girl was soon asking how she ended up here, and she hadn’t even introduced herself to Kittles, but perhaps she’d rather go without an alias; teens always had a need to be mysterious, this she had learned from her late brother. Now, it was a simple enough question, but Kheri really considered how she was going to answer it. Tiny fingers started tickling several of the plants leaves, and she even leaned over a smelled a few; it seemed as though she hadn’t even heard the girl’s inquiry, but she was simply mulling it over.

Her thoughts were simple enough. Do I lie and take credit for the act that got me in here, possibly impressing the fellow inmate, OR, do I tell her the truth and try to convince her of my innocence and make myself look like a goody two shoes? Well, that was an easy answer. “I caught a Cornish pixy and set it loose on a girl I didn’t like.” Kherington told her with some pride In her voice, dark eyes looking to the girl and watching for her reaction. “We had been doing stuff like tha’ to each other since the beginning of the term.” Kherington recalled aloud, remembering those times in Hogwarts which were less enjoyable and more embarrassing. Devlin had won though; she was at Hogwarts, and Kherington was stuck here. Her finger poked angrily at something that looked like an aquamarine cabbage. “Dumb slytherin.” She muttered.

I caught a Cornish pixy and set it loose on a girl I didn’t like. Pier gazed back at the girl and honestly, though she tried to make it seem stern that was just about the funniest thing ever. Dumb slytherin. Ooh, and she did it to a Slytherin girl, even better. Once Pier had actually gotten to Hogwarts she realized how lucky she had been not to be sorted into Slytherin. She was constantly called a blood traitor and all these other cruel things from her fellow classmates. It wasn't her fault that she wasn't born to be racist. "Is that really all it takes to end up in this place anymore? Hopefully you wont have to stay too long then, maybe a level five or six?" Pier questioned, "Then you can go back to Hogwarts and finish out school?" She ran her fingers over the flowers, savoring the texture, the milky smoothness and comfort that they easily provided. So at ease with the world at this moment. If only all moments around this place could be as simple as a walk in the greenhouse. Just as she slipped her hand down the base of the flower she felt the prick of the torn, back to reality of how even the most fragile things could have such sharp corners.

"I almost murdered someone." Pier said coyly as she looked back to the girl. "But only almost." She bit the inside of her cheek and continued through the flowers. "It's a long story but the ministry barged in before I could finish the task... what a pity, he truly didn't deserve to live for what he did to her..." Weakness. Pier honestly needed to learn how to just keep her mouth shut but Little Mega was the first person she had really been able to speak to for so long, it was hard to contain the turmoil inside of her head. The ex-ravenclaw fully expected the little girl to take off running for the hills and Pier wasn't even the worst think Miss Kittles would encounter over her days here at Furiae.

“I would love to go back to Hogwarts,” Kherington mused with nostalgia. It was home, it was finally home after so many hardships and so much sadness, and now it was taken from her just when she had finally got it. It wasn’t fair, but she wasn’t one to mope or wallow in self-pity. She simply let all those feelings go in a long sigh and swung her arms at her sides, letting her eyes dance over all the beautiful pants. Her mind slowly forgot her pains, and let the other girl’s story enter her thoughts. Murder? Well, nearly murder wasn’t murder, but it is the thought that counts right? The intent to murder is basically the same. Kheri couldn’t imagine what a person would have to do to deserve death, but she assumed it was horrific. For a long time she just walked beside the girl, glancing up at her beautiful face ever few seconds; her expression was rather unreadable, as she didn’t even know what to think for a minute or so. Finally she decided it was alright, that her friend or family member had been hurt, and she didn’t want anybody else to be hurt by this bad man. “Well I sure am sorry to hear tha’” Kherington said with a sweet sincerity that would sicken a lot of the ruder inmates. When silence came again, Kittles took it upon herself to break it.

“There were these boys that my brother was mates with.” She began, her eyes staring forward. “My brother was a muggle” She added, as if it assisted in the story telling. “He was drinkin’ with ‘em all at a party and all.. He got much too drunk. The boys dumped ‘im off on the welcome mat on ‘is back.” Kherington looked only slightly disturbed, but not entirely upset to be telling this story. It had been a gruesome finding when she got up that morning to fetch her father the paper, but her brother had never been very nice to her. In fact the only time he spoke to her it was something negative or in an unfavorable and sarcastic tone. But, it was still family, and you simply live and accept the cards you are dealt. Even after the way her parents treated her she still missed her mum, and deep down loved her father. Deep down she had cared for all her family and hoped beyond hope they could change their ways, but what was a tiny sprout to do? Now she had her escape, to change her life, but it wasn’t exactly going as planned was it? “Those stupid boys didn’t have enough bullocks just to knock on the bloody door.” This she said with obvious distaste on her breath. “Woulda been me who answered it, what were they so scared of? My parents never answered the door, barely left the house y’know.” Kheri went on explaining needlessly, her dark eyes rolling. “Drowned in his own.. well, y’know.” Kheri finished, eyes flashing back to the girls briefly. “I suppose I coulda killed them that night. A lot of the sting is gone now, though.” She finished. The entire rendition of her brother’s death was to show empathy and understanding to the older black-haired girl; for she had looked rather ashamed to tell Kherington the story, and she wanted to be comforting.

I would love to go back to Hogwarts. Yeah me too, she thought to herself and pushed her hair back behind her ear, it was a right mess always getting into her face, blocking her vision with her long bangs, she really needed to consider getting it cut or at least trimmed, maybe she would do it herself that night once she was back in her barracks. Yes, nice plan. Avoid thinking of Hogwarts as much as possible. Pier had always felt so safe there, so protected by the professors now she didn’t feel protected at all, it was almost like everything here mocked her in one way or another, showing her just how little she had became in such a big bad world. “Hogwarts was always so lovely in the winter, I usually went home to France during that time of course but I remember packing my bag a couple of winters ago and just thinking that nothing could be better than seeing the snow covered grass… everything looked so perfect. It’s a shame the rest of the world cant’t be as beautiful, as flawless.” Pier was so lost in nostalgia, it seemed this girl brought that out of her the most, must have been that natural innocence that radiated off of Little Mega, or maybe it was because Pier had finally met someone who didn’t actually want to be there. A lot of the other inmates knew it was either this place or Azkaban… this place was probably a vacation spot compared to there. She prayed to never find out.

As Kheri told the tale of her brother Pier did feel comforted, even though she felt bad for being comforted by what someone else had gone through, that poor girl. Losing her brother… her family seemed questionable for the little bit that Kheri had said. She definitely had experienced worst things then Pier. The petite brunette had always been so sheltered and cocooned by her family. “I’m very sorry about your brother, was he a nice boy?” Had Little Mega mentioned something about her brother being a muggle? Guess that question had been answered as well, she was a muggle born, oh how Pier seemed to always adore muggleborns the most, she found it fascinating how they could rely on so many other things while she was so constricted to her wand and magic. Of course Pier had visited the muggle world numerous times but sometimes it was difficult for her to understand all the little things that they did daily by hand that she would need a spell to do. “What is it like for you, Kheri… being muggleborn in this world? I mean… it sounds like a silly question I’m sure but I’ve always wondered since I’m a pureblood.” Pier said it as though it was highly overrated, which she honestly thought that it was. It seemed muggle-borns and half-bloods were usually more well rounded instead of closed off and cold like most purebloods were.

When Pier began to explain Hogwarts in the winter, Kherington frowned and nodded slowly. She had only been there just long enough to see the snow fall, before being whisked away to excruciating court appearances and trials. Now she had stopped and was prodding a particularly stocky looking plant, it’s stem was almost like a tiny tree trunk. The girl apologized about her brother, which was exactly what Kherington would have done if somebody had told such a story. There was no response from the tiny girl, however, she just kept staring at the plant, pinching it’s stem noticing how rough it’s texture was. Pier next asked her if her brother was a nice boy, and Kheri wasn’t exactly sure what to say. Do you tell all truths about the dead, or to you tell white lies out of respect for them? Titling her head to the side she turned around and looked at Pier with a concerned sort of expression on her tiny, wide-eyed features. Then, she shook her head. “No, not really.” Her tone made it sound as if this was just slightly unfortunate. “We use to ge’ along just grand, as kids. But he was ‘lot older than me, and was rather angry.” Her head turned towards her left shoulder and she stared off at nothing. “Nev’r found out, me bein’ a witch an’ all.” She added, sounding sad about this. “I wonder..” Her sentence was going to end if ‘he’d be proud of me’ but surely he would not. He’d just be sending her letters, teasing her for getting in trouble. Last time, he was teasing her for getting in trouble in elementary school; surely it wouldn’t be different.

A very strange question came next, and Kherington was happy to have the change of topic. “It’s unbelievable. Sometimes it feels like it’s just not even real.” That feeling came over her almost twice a day, where she couldn’t even be worried or scared because she felt as though she was going to awake from this long and elaborate dream any day now; perhaps she was in a coma? That thought had run through her mind a couple times. “I was surprised that there was kids who knew they were wizards all’long, I thought maybe ever’body was like me. But I found out that lots of kids are like me, so it wasn’t so bad.” She smiled, thinking of the several muggle borns she met while at Hogwarts, she felt like she could relate to them easier. “As fer bein’ here, I dunno about tha’” She continued, her British accent becoming lazier and more slurred the more she babbled on. “It’s different, new adventure, but a lotta times I’m walkin’ ‘round, scared for my life.” For some reason, at this sentiment, she chuckled. Then a questions had always wondered came to her mind, “How do you learn to read n’ write, growin up as a witch. Do you go to muggle school?” Her voice was intensely curious.

Pier noticed how the younger girl seemed to not want to speak of the subject all that much so she immediately backed off though she did understand where the girl was coming from about wondering if her brother would have noticed the change in her and would have been proud of it. The older girl felt exactly the same way, ever since being incarcerated it wasn't like Pier's family was overwhelmed with excitement to her, in fact she sent out letters to them and never once did anything return. Of course she knew they probably weren't allowed to get the post here but still, she wanted to know they still cared even in the slightest and that must have been exactly the way that Kheri felt about it. "Family life was tough." She said not really asking a question of little Mega but instead just trying to let her know someone was there for her, she placed her hand on the girls shoulder trying to be comforting. Pier wasn't exactly used to being there for anyone, or at least in the past year she hadn't but this felt okay, and right. "My dad can't even stand to look at me anymore.. I think I broke his and my mum's heart when I got sent here... it sucks, right?" Pier turned her head back towards the flowers, "Feeling like you can't change anything to make it better now. Then again," He tone lightened just ever so, "I think it would be completely worth it to get sent here for terrorizing some pesky Slytherin." Pier nudged the girls shoulder and gave a brilliant smile of white straight teeth.

She nodded as Kheri spoke of how half the time she was scared for herself, a feeling Pier knew all too well herself. When she was asked what it was like growing up in the wizarding world and if she went to Muggle school Pier couldn't help but laugh. "Oh no, no Muggle school for me, but I did learn to read and write at home with my mother, she was an excellent teacher, she wanted to do that for a profession before she met my father and settled down. I learned social skills from being around other wizarding children." Social skills? What social skills? You mean how to be a wimp one-o-one? " It’s most certainly different then how you were raised, I mean I always got bored with my tutors... they just never knew how to keep me interested. But you, you must have loved it, getting to grow up around your peers all the time? Making tons of friends. In my family it's not really about who your friends are, it's more about who is more socially acceptable to be seen with." Or at least that rule had applied to everyone but her one Muggle-Born friend from Hogwarts. But even she had been from a great family by Muggle standards. The blue eyed girl looked around the greenhouse, spotting a different batch of flowers growing, these seemed new, maybe someone had been out planting more? Pier drew her attention back into the subject at hand.

The older Alecto did make Kherington feel a bit better, especially the comforting touch to her shoulder. It was like an older sister that she never had. Though, she took that back. If Pier was her sister than she would probably dislike her much like the rest of the family seemed to—or at least they just found her to be a pest and constantly in the way. But, now all that was left was dad, and he wasn’t family happy anymore. She hadn’t heard from him, probably didn’t know how to use the owl that had left him the letter, she never had a chance to explain everything about the wizarding world before she got sent away. Would she ever see him again? What could he possibly be doing now with his time, alone in that house? It would be very sad if he had died of alcohol poisoning; something that Kheringon had to assist him with on numerous occasions, fetching bread, water, and a bucket. Promising over and over she wouldn’t call the hospital (he didn’t want to be arrested for child negligence; Kherington knew he didn’t want CPS to come take her away either). Her mind came around when Pier went on to say how disappointed her parents were. Kheri wasn’t sure if her father’s heart would really be broken over this. When she said the line about feeling like you can’t change anything now, something about it hit little Kittles hard and she stopped strolling and stared out one of the blurred glass windows of the greenhouse, her dark brows furrowed deeply. That was a horrible feeling. When Pier nudged her, joking around about the Slytherin and smiling a very beautiful smile, a smile that made Kherington hope she would someday be just as beautiful, she felt an honesty streak coming into port.

“I didn’ really..” She looked up at the girl with a frown. “I did a few things here n’ there, but that weren’t me. Pretty sure she musta put all that in my pack.” She pointed her thumb to her back, which of course no longer had her backpack on it. “Put all sorts’a things in there. Drugs, and that bloody pixy..” she added darkly, shaking her head, her dark bland hair silkily swishing around her pale cheeks. She ended it there, listening closely about how Pier had been homeschooled. Kheri was very much glad to have gone to public school, and had stayed after many times simply to avoid going home. “I did have alotta friends. I was startin’ to make ‘em at Hogwarts too.” She mentioned with a shrug. Perhaps she’d make them here too, if she could just find somebody her age. “I don’t know what socially acceptable even means..” she added at the end, feeling like a big dunce. Her fingers tapped on the table, she stared out the window again, looking dazed and tired. So much thinking, so much talking about things that she missed; things that reminded her she should be sad. Kherington didn’t like that. Usually she spent her time reading stuff about unicorns, and hexes.

"You didn't what, love?" Pier questioned but before she could dive in deeper to the subject Kheri was answering the question for her. So Kheri had actually been innocent? Well that was more then Pier could say for herself but still. Little Mega was suffering here in Furiae when she didn't deserve it at all, she should have still been at Hogwarts with the people her age but someone else had ruined it for her, and planted drugs on the poor girl. "Oh, Lil' Mega... did you try to tell them that it wasn't yours, how did they even assume you got drugs? You're just a little thing." Not to even mention the pixie, that they could easily believe she could have caught that from the forbidden forest but drugs? Pier didn't even know where one could get drugs let alone an eleven year old girl and there was most certainty a difference between the two. It honestly shocked the older Alecto. Had the staff at Hogwarts completely lost their minds, then again so many of their students were here serving time for killing people... hmmm maybe it was a good explanation, they wanted to remove anyone who could possibly be a troublemaker and had pointed the finger at Kheri without even divulging into the case further. Cruel really, she deserved to be in class, not worrying about whether or not she would survive the next day with the inmates.

"You don't want to know what socially acceptable means." Pier had that thought always in mind when it came to everything in her life, while her parents weren't bigots and against muggle-borns or half-bloods, but Pier was expected to end up with someone that was of the same pedigree as she was. Pureblood and proper. Not that she had ever even once been interested in a Pureblood. Even at Hogwarts she would meet someone, spend time with them, realize they weren't of the same purity as she was and then she would try to detach, but now she just didn't care, she had already disappointed her family, might as well be with someone that made her happy in the long run, slaughter the Meschelle name. "It's what adults say to make children feel restricted in everything they do. Such as this place is socially unacceptable by most families in this world as jail would be socially unacceptable in the Muggle world." There was just a hint of malice in her voice.

The young dull-haired eleven year old was appreciative that the girl didn’t pick fun at what she had admitted; but Kherington had a feeling after their short time together that she would not. Already she was feeling a trust towards her, a kindness that she hadn’t encountered yet since she’d been here. When her inquiries came a low sigh slid out of her tiny lips and she leaned against a counter casually, turning her face towards the cement floor of the greenhouse. “Well they got to look into records or.. something, from my family. My mom died from doing drugs, my brother was caught a lot with drugs.” A shrug tossed her narrow shoulders up and down. “Guilty by… assosimation?” she told her, confused on what the word was she was looking for, as she was only eleven and not exactly the presumptuous kind. Little did she know, she had actually gotten quite close to the word ‘association’. “ Kherington moved her leg to put her weight unto one thigh but her palm slipped on some dirt that was on the counter and suddenly she lunged sideways and clonked her little noggin on a some sort of man-eating plan. Knocking it off the terracotta shattered and dirt covered the ground around her. Kheri was now laying there covered in soil with a tiny flesh-eating plan nibbling hungrily at her ear. An embarrassed frown adorned her lips.

Reaching up a skinny arm she plucked the blood sucker from her lobe and tossed it to the side with annoyance clear on her face. Looking after it she stuck out her tongue, much like a seven year old, but Kheri still had a very youthful streak in her yet. Jumping up to her feet she began to whipe off every inch of her robes she could reach with her hands. “Well..” was all she said, shaking her head and starting to laugh a bit, imagining herself laying on the ground with that stupid bloody herb hanging from her head. “Well wha’ever sosh’ly acceptable is, don’ think yer gonna have to worry ‘bout it much anymore.” She offered, not really knowing if this was helpful or not. Leaning over she began to gather the pits of pot from the ground, not wanting to have her points taken by one of the marshals, surely they’d find some way to know it was her. Kherington still didn’t know much about the extent of magic, though they weren’t smart enough to use the truth potion she’d read about once, though she begged over and over for them to. Nobody listens to kids, something that will probably never change. “’Specially if I keep fallin’ over..” she said aloud on accident, not really realizing it at first. Then she placed the pieces of all sizes, mostly broken into triangular shapes, upon the table. For awhile she stared at it, then laughed. “I guess you could’ve cleaned that up with magic.” Her tone seemed ashamed; she was so.. muggle-y.

“Association, ma fifille.”My little girl, exactly how she felt about Kheri though she had only know the girl for an afternoon, her heart seemed open to her. Maybe it was because of how young she was, of because of how life had dealt the cards ever so terribly for the smallest girl to grace Furiae. Either way Pier was sure this would all just be the beginning of a wonderful- maybe not exactly a friendship, but sister-ship of some sort. Pier wanted to place Little Mega safely under her wing like a robin, care for her gently and let her know that not everyone was going to turn their back on her in one way or another. It was downright awful to Pier that an group of people could label her as a bad seed merely from the mistakes of her family members. Of course Pier wished there was something she could do about it the French girls hands were absolutely tied, once locked into Furiae and convicted of something there was no way out till level seven. No way to prove Kheri’s innocence. Rubbish system they had (although some people truly belonged here, not everyone was so innocent). “No matter what they think, just know that you’re better then all of that, sooner than you think you’ll be out of here and this will all just seem like a bad dream.” A grey, cloud covered bad dream. Even if Pier knew that life would never be the same for little Kherington Kittles after Furiae she conveyed hope in her voice. Someone had to have some hope around here even if it wasn’t going to be the ex-Ravenclaw.

The nightmare seemed to grow worse for the girl as she tripped up a bit, her head hitting a plant life that wasn’t exactly as delicate and fragile as the other flowers around them. The Megaera seemed embarrassed and before Pier could even offer a helping hand in assistance the girl was back on her feet and grabbing the pieces of the broken case. Pier automatically reached into her robe to retrieve her wand but noticed how the girl seemed to be just cleaning it up as best as she could. It was so endearing to Pier no matter how muggle it seemed. Well now seemed as good a time as ever to show the girl something that she might not have had time to learn in Hogwarts. Pier was always one interested in teaching so the doorway of opportunity seemed to be smiling on her though her newest friend had dirt in her pretty brown hair. “Yes, I could have cleaned it up… you shouldn't touch this type of stuff with your hands. Scourgify,” Pier said while pointing her wand at the dishelmed girl. “Ah, much better, all clean and no unseemly dirt.” Seemed her spells seemed to be working just fine on this afternoon, most certainly since she had purpose in using them. “Now to clean this mess up, do you have your wand with you. Well hopefully, this place is not safe to be wandering around wandless.” Alright, mother. “I suppose to save time I will just fix it today but in the future just remember this tick, it's pretty simple. Reparo” Pier smirked happily as the vase repaired itself in a quick moment, “What do you say we head to the Chow Hall and get some lunch? I think we have had plenty excitement for today.”