The Hufflepuff snapped back, too startled to even attempt to hide the surprise and hurt that bloomed across her face. She bit her lip, using the physical pain to keep the tears she felt trying to well as she gathered her belongings, shoving them haphazardly in her bag. "You know what, Alice?" Calla shot, as she turned to leave, "I'm tired of this. If you want to make yourself miserable and not accept help from your so-called friends, well so be it! Maybe I don't understand but I've tried and god forbid you stop and think that maybe your friends push you because they care. Maybe you want to keep that in mind before you lose them all. I'm done with caring when all you ever do is lash out and hurt anyone that does."

The brunette slung her bag over her shoulder, teeth-gritting. "I'll be in the greenhouse. Don't follow me. I don't know why I kid myself, not that you would ever look up from your work." The rest was left unspoken as Calla left, ignoring the glare from the librarian for her volume. Not that you'd care enough to follow.