Faith nodded and smiled. She didn't like the look on the girl's face. It was far too quizzical, like she was trying to figure out some strange puzzle, but was still gathering all the pieces. And then it dawned on her.

She was a psychic. Right. Faith had forgotten. Oh well. She just needed to focus on happy things. Things not involving the bruises on her neck or on her wrists. She pulled her shirt sleeve down without thinking about it. Hadn't this girl killed someone? Maybe having her lose her temper would be a less than good thing.

"Yeah, Hogsmeade. There's drinks and taverns and a joke shop and all sorts of stores. We could go shopping total Girl's Night. And you can tell me all about your first day and if anyone is giving you trouble. I could use a few heads to knock." She took one hand out of the pocket of her coat and rested it gently on the girl's shoulder, reassuringly. She wasn't usually touchy feely but she remembered that the girl seemed to need that reassurance. Even through the layers of clothing, Faith could feel the tingle of electricity.

((I meant to put this in my last post but I was distracted by many conversations and left it out. Anything that Gillian shouldn't pick up on because of Faith trying to block it or something I'll put in strike-out so that no worries will occur.))