It'd been 3 years since she'd walked through the doors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...3 long, humbling years. And for her, everything was different now.

For her return trip, Marilyn had decided to wear her favorite cream colored pants suit and trench. Her blonde hair wasn't so bright anymore...but a richer, honey shade. Her disposition was calmer, not as angry or sarcastic. She wore her usual mask, of course...but beneath it, things weren't as stormy...There was fear, but that was to be expected. She was walking back into the snake pit...where people knew her well...and not for the right reasons. She had to, though...

...because of Rafe. He deserved an explanation.

She was just entering the hall, planing on marching herself up to the Headmaster's office...