Or do we sit here wondering?

Keera wrapped her shaking fingers around the neck of a rather oddly shaped vase. She held it over her head and smashed it into the ground, fallowed by a scream of anger. She dropped to the floor next to the pile of shattered glass, leaned her head against the legs of the wooden greenhouse table. “Why is everything made of wood in this place?” she wondered aloud, it was a good question, even if it was extremely random, the entire interior castle seemed to be made up of mostly wood.

Hello Jamie Prophet,
It has been a little while since the last time we spoke.
I am inviting you to a little meeting in the greenhouse.
Be there.

Your favorite human being,
-Keera Mast

All of the letters she had sent had been the same- other than the name at the beginning, that was. Keera wanted to gather all of her favorite students together for a very special reason; she was going to explain to them what was to happen. She was going to let them in on her plans to create a new world, and if they stayed after learning this, they would stand by her side the entire time, as her “partners in crime”. Keera snickered, pushing the shards of glass away from her with one of her boots. Her head was aching terribly, and it only stopped when she released the rage that was bottled up within her.

It had been exactly one weak since Keera had poisoned Gabriella, and so far, she had no idea how things had gone down; Keera stopped reading the newspaper; she was far too agitated with the Minister and everyone else within the Ministry at the moment, and she kewn she would blow the second she laid eyes on a picture of one of them.

The time between Keera’s mood swings was shortening drastically, and her “episodes” were worsening, almost to the point of losing all control. Keera was terrified, of course, but that was something no one- if she could help it –would ever know, for if anyone did, it would be something for them to use against her, to hold her back with. Keera grabbed a strand of her hair and tugged at it, almost ripping it from her skull.

“Where are they?” she asked the air she breathed, in a sing-song voice as she stared at the clear, glass, greenhouse door.

Keera heard footsteps before anyone even entered the greenhouse. She thought about that for a moment; the children would need to learn how to be stealthier, which was something that Keera was particularly good at if she gave it her all and if she had something to work towards. And sure enough, Marianna walked in, fallowed by a cold gust of air from outside. Keera shivered, she had been hiding from the cold weather for the past few days- or, at least she told herself it was the weather that she was hiding from. In truth, she wasn’t ready to face the people outside of the greenhouse who knew what she had done.

“Hello, Mariana!” Keera greeted, getting to her feet, grinning as she stood there, leaning against the table. “Not too early, the others should be here in only a moment's time!” she answered the young girl’s question, pushing off the table lightly so that she was standing straight.

“Ah, here we are, just as I said,” she announced when Aurora joined them. Keera was rather surprised to see her on crutches, and couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed; perhaps she had overestimated the girl’s skills- but then again, there was a story behind every injury. “My, my, Aurora, what has happened to your leg?” she asked, though her words didn’t really hold any concern, she asked this mostly out of curiosity.

Keera nodded when the Gryffindor told her of her little quirk. “Not many are coming- actually, just three of you for now. Besides, shyness isn’t something that sticks with you forever,” she explained simply. She lifted her boot and smashed it down on top of the smashed glass that was strewn about the floor, making a crunching noise that sounded rather unpleasant.

“Well, luckily, I know a few tricks that’ll help that,” Keera replied, tapping her temple with a smile somewhere in-between genuine and mocking. Keera watched Aurora, tucking her hands in her vest pockets absentmindedly. This girl was rather fragile- maybe too fragile, but Keera saw a bit of her younger self in her, and because of that, was rather fond of her. She wouldn’t give up on her so soon; Keera Mast didn’t give up until she was sure things were hopeless.

“I actually have a few things to talk with you about, today- that is, after all, why I asked you to join me here. Jamie Prophet will be joining us shortly. She knows quite a lot of what I am going to tell you today, but I figure having her here will help things work smoothly,” Keera began to explain, looking back at Mariana. “The reason I am so interested in you three is because I know you have unique abilities, and because I believe in something that I think you could believe in as well.”

Keera closed her eyes and breathed in slowly, a tad agitated; this girl believed that, in order to possess power, you had to have the right blood status. She brought her hand from her pocket, rubbing her face for a moment before opening her eyes again. “I am very sorry you were taught to believe that. Aurora, power does not depend on what family you came from or what blood runs through your veins; it depends on who you are- what gifts you have, and what you plan to do with them,” she corrected her, pitying to child; another victim of the prejudice.

“You told me yourself that you were able to cast your first spell- without knowing you had done so, of course –at the age of three. That is an unbelievably young age considering the fact that most witches and wizards do not show any signs of being ‘magic’ until they are at least eight years of age,” Keera told Aurora, trying to get her to realize that she did in fact have potential. “If you were to get over being shy & learned a few skills- such as agility, stealth; the usual –you could turn out to be a very, very talented
and powerful witch.”

Looking around the greenhouse as she thought, Keera sighed; she always had to find just the right words to speak when she was around children, for she feared if she didn’t, they would either misunderstand her intentions, or take her for a fool.

Keera raised a finger as if a light bulb had just appeared above her head, “Have you tried closing your eyes? Often times when people are shy it is because they feel overwhelmed - frightened, even –by the amount of people in the room. By closing your eyes for ten seconds, you would allow your brain time to accept the fact that you were around more people than you are used to, and would be able to handle it better,” she suggested. Keera had been extremely shy due to her lack of trust when she was younger, and had had luck when trying that method, which one of her teachers had suggested to her.