The bags had vanished from under her eyes. The frown had been replaced with the smile and she looked healthier. It only took a whole load of time spent at the school to make her feel normal again, but Jezzabelle was beginning to look like her old self. She had picked up wandering the castle yet again and found herself in front of the mirror on the fourth floor. Problem was, she couldn't remember where she was before she was here.

She was having that problem a lot lately. She couldn't remember things or there were spaces in her day that were black and she could remember anything at all. She didn't really care though. All that mattered was that she was normal again. She was her. The her that she had missed.