What is this Feeling?

Karma sat at the Slytherin table, glad she was back from Break. Not having a house was exhausting, and she couldn't have spent at least four days in one place. She'd spent the most time with the Whelans, but other than that, she had constantly been on the move.

Her mind breifly flashed to the cemetary, but she didn't dwell on that. Leave thoughts of the dead with the dead. Or at least, the living who'd made them dead.

But she was over that now. Watching Evie as she'd been tortured had almost been enough for forgiveness, in her eyes.

It had been amusing, at least.

She supposed she would never really forgive the girl, but the thought of her face when the wolves had chased her... the look of pure hopelessness... the look of hoping for death...

It made her smile as she stuck the sugar quill into her mouth.

Evangeline walked slowly into the great hall, avoiding all of the glances from the tables around her. She sat down quickly before she could even look to see who was near her. She picked out several bits of food, without looking up at anybody around her.

After clearing her plate she looked up at her surroundings, freezing suddenly as her eyes zoned in on Karma. When she regained the ability to move again, her hands went to the scratches that covered her arms. She saw people looking at them, obviously knowing something was going on between them, so she looked down at her empty plate, counting how many crumbs she had left.

Karma grinned suddenly, her eyes going to Evie as she pulled the sugar quill out of her mouth. "Good morning darling." She said with a wide smile. "How are you? Did you enjoy Christmas? No nightmares I hope."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, she threw back her head and howled. The sound was almost exactly like the wolves from the Room of Requirement, the same in pitch and voice. She cut off her voice suddenly, looking back down at Evie. "Sweet dreams?" She asked sweetly.

She stuck the sugar quill in her mouth again, pulling the small diary she'd gotten out of the library, flipping through the pages until she got to the one she'd left off on, continuing her reading like nothing was out of the ordinary.