An owl screeched from the distance, it was nearly 8 o’clock which meant Dory was wide awake. Dory often confused her self with that of an owl, wanting to be up all night and never awake in the day let alone the early morning. But the owl was beside the point- truth in all the owl was just a distraction that she was focusing on. She wanted to focus on anything else but Léa, that alone sounding odd being that Léa was one of her closest friends since coming to the ‘special’ school for witches. “Aerysteria…” she mumbled under her breath barely heard- that name “Aerysteria” was stupid, it was foolish and stupid and wrong, it’s just plain stupid. She mentally cursed in her head, though knowing full well that wasn’t the issue either.  The issue was Léa. “Not my fault…” She again cursed. She kicked her feet against the cement under her feet, sitting on the edge of an old table in the courtyard. The place she liked to disappear to when she wanted to be alone or happy or sad. In this case sad. It all started at noon today when they both had chemistry and not the kind where you just right down notes. It was the kind where there were explosions and a lot of tests. “That teacher is such an oddball” Dory glanced up at the original bright sky that was dimmed into the cool evening. She liked the evenings more than the days. They were cooler and let’s face it. The moon was nicer and easier to look at then the sun. Closing her eyes she focused back on the issue… being so oblivious and A.D.D. was what caused this in the first place. A fight. Not fist fight or even a cat fight. It was a friend drama, she hated that. She hated fights, debates anything like that. She was horrible at defending herself; words got caught in her throat like a piece of a carrot and her memory went on mental lock down when she needed something to support her side. The very thought of it made her uneasy. A sigh escaped her throat when realizing she again was avoiding the topic. The reason she was fighting with Léa was over some stupid notes. “I hate notes”. Dory sighed remembering how she asked Léa if she could borrow her notes because she lost hers again. That was when Léa snapped like a frail twig which she often looked like- and said “no” walking away back turned. Her own face as Dory recalled was baffled at first then shock then sad, she had been thumping her brain trying to think of the reason but coming up empty. Until memory started to unwind recalling all the moments she made Léa late for class, breakfast and constantly getting her involved in silly chases after mystical creatures and other stupid things. Maybe she was sick of her. No. Dory face went stern. Léa was better than that, Léa was smart, kind and understanding- yes Dory herself could be a handful at times but who isn’t? The stern face soon vanished as doubt came again at the thought of Léa being sick of her. Letting out another sigh before being interrupted by a shrill voice she’d come to know every single morning. “DORY!!” Léa one hand grasping the brim of her hat as so it wasn’t to be blown away by the wind as she ran towards Dory on the otherside of the courtyard. “What in griffin’s are you doing here?!” Léa blinked as if that alone would solve everything. “Giving you space” Dory answered blankly with a confused look on her own face.  “What?” Léa actually dropped her jaw though that was common around Dory. “Well you seemed pretty irked when I asked for some of your notes so I assumed-.” “When you assume you make an ass out of ‘U’ and me” Léa responded cutting off Dory. “…huh?” was Dory’s response. “Never mind” Léa sighed shaking a hand “when I blew up at you it wasn’t AT you”. “…huh?” A palm hit Léa in the face in response to Dory’s every known ‘huh’. Léa sighed again rubbing her face “I was mad at Mrs. Cotchin- but I couldn’t as well blow up in HER face, for wizard’s sake she would have turned me into a toadstool!”. Dory sat there on the old cement table staring at Léa with frown, then a stare, and soon a smile. “…uh… so you thought I was mad at you?” Léa questioned with a raised brow. Jumping off the table Dory pulled her hat back so her face was visible “Hell yeah but- it’s all good!” holding a smile to her face. A small nervous chuckle came from Léa “so we’re ok?”. Throwing her arms at Léa, Dory held on hugging at the foolishness from both of them. “D-Dory I c-can’t b-brea..th” Léa gasped turning blue and purple while that same old stupid owl began screeching in the distance.