If Mae didn't want to be her friend, then very well. She would live.
So why did it keep coming back to her?
She batted the thought away, and continued to walk onward, beginning to use her pureblood mask to keep herself from showing any anger. Instead, her face was clear and peaceful, a lie. Her movements were graceful, and a small smile dancing on her lips. The smile was genuine, as she was recalling her first interactions with the other people at the school. Drawing on those emotions to shape her mask was coming easier now, and she hoped her parents would be proud. For once.
She doubted it.
But she didn't care. Her friends, which had included Mae, had helped her realize that her parents weren't everything. Amaya could do what she wanted, though a small part of her knew that she was going to be getting a angry owl from her parents soon.
So caught up in her thoughts, she didn't pause and wait before turning past a corner. Instead, she bumped straight into someone.
Someone who looked strangely familiar.
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Amaya Elizabeth Bourne