Jezzabelle had decided to at least try and reach out one last time, although somewhere deep in her heart she knew this wouldn't be the last time she reached out to her mother. She had also decided that she really should write her father and tell him that she was safe and adjusting back to school life just fine and there was no need for him to worry about her.

Two letters in hand she finally made it to the top of the stairs. It felt like she had been climbing forever and that the stairs would just keep going but when she finally found that there were none left she was grateful. Looking around in the higher areas of the owlery she tried to find Ella...but Ella wasn't there. She was with her mother. In Scotland.

She felt the tears begin to sting deep in her eye and burn in her throat. So instead she grabbed a school owl. She gave him the two letter and told him the places he had to fly.She also rewarded him with an owl treat and then watched as he flew away.

Leaning against one of the beams she felt a sob shaking her all the way through and felt the tears fall down her cheeks. How had things gotten so complicated so fast. It was almost as if the day she turned seven everything had been destroyed. At nine someone special had been taken from her and at age eleven the one thing she thought would last forever ended. Without warning the sob became a shriek and she felt more tears joining the ones that had already fallen down her cheek and clung to her eyelashes. If something bad was going to happen every two years, she was terrified to turn thirteen.

Turning on her heel she made a run for it. She didn't need to be up here crying and she most certainly didn't need anyone seeing her and asking her what was wrong because she knew for certain that she would never be able to form a coherent sentence and be able to properly explain everything. It was hard though, everything around her was blurring thanks to the stupid tears and on the way down she stumbled a little.