Mr. Bixby looked like he got hit with a carriage, not that Zinnia could blame him at all. She nodded then, feeling bad about bringing up Hogwarts, but hopefully it would help the girls. Maybe they'd remove her bed, or at least rearrange the dorm so it wouldn’t be so draining just walking in. She should send Calla something… to take her mind off of it. Well, they still had a couple months, so that thought for another time. She stopped when Mr. Bixby did, shuffling closer to him as he heaved a sigh.

Merlin, she wished she could take some of the pain he was feeling.

“Well, I’d be happy to show you some things.” She said quietly. “I’m not a teacher by any means, I just… enjoy it. Especially water colors. It’s nice to lose yourself in something.” Although Zinnia was known to lose herself in well… almost anything she did. She was a daydreamer, after all, and she could concentrate too hard on something she was working on.

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